Hello, fellow horndogs! My name’s Dan, and I love watching porn. More specifically, I love watching cocks. Lots and lots of cocks.
There. I said it.
No surprise, right? That’s why we’re all here. As a new contributor to The Sword, I want to share in that excitement with readers as we drool over the latest and greatest scenes and studs. It’s an excitement that stays with us throughout our lives, and a huge part of human nature—one that we should embrace and celebrate.
Thankfully, porn has come out of the shadows over the years and found far more acceptance than I would have ever imagined. While it still faces battles and villains (and we still have a long way to go), it has slowly found more exposure in mainstream outlets—breaking down the stigmas that have long accompanied it (if the selfies that some of my friends post are any indication, we’re one very close step away from Instagram changing its name to Instadick). Porn excites us. It teaches us. It connects us.
Remember that feeling you had the first time you saw someone else’s cock in a magazine? In a video? In person? (Wait…do you remember magazines?!) The growing anticipation you feel every time a dick you’ve never seen before bulges up in underwear, then pops out in front of your face?
Or every time you get a new “Photo” notification in your Messages inbox on Grindr? You can’t wait to click on it, knowing you’re a second away from arousal. And we gloriously get to experience this rush over and over again every time we watch a scene.
The power of porn in my life has been undeniable, so much so that I vividly recall—with surprising clarity—the snapshots from my youth. The first time I ever saw an image of gay sex was a picture from a magazine that my fellow neighborhood kids found in the woods. The photo, shot from a low angle looking up at the action, was at what looked like a truck stop. A man in an open flannel shirt was standing up, his boner jutting out from his jeans. Below him, a mustached man was on his knees, his tongue extended—its tip touching the mushroom head. A bolt of electricity coursed through me.
Fast-forward a few years, and my cousins snuck an old VHS tape into the living room one night during a weekend family gathering. Parents all asleep upstairs, we kept the volume low as we watched. The film was Bad Girls from 1981, and the first scene was the first time I ever saw another dude’s cock in action: Richard Pacheco, playing a sleazy photographer. That was soon followed by a shirtless and sweaty John Leslie chopping wood in the forest, and (guess who!) Ron Jeremy dressed as a scout leader, his huge schlong filling up the screen.
One line later in the movie stuck with me. As a group watched, a skeevy cult-like leader shouted at a woman giving head to a hot blond dude with a thick dick and low hangers: “Make sure you let us see the ejaculation!” (She did!) By the end of the movie, I was so loaded that I immediately headed to the bathroom to release what was probably a gallon of aggression.
Soon afterward, I found a hidden VHS tape in my brother’s room, and I’m shocked that I remember the movie’s name: Stud Wars (that’s the power of porn I was talking about!). The sequence I recall most had Peter North and Billy Dee on a staircase, taking turns on some woman—who at one point puts the tips of both cocks in her mouth at the same time. That was my first video image of cocks touching, and it was glorious.
In another shot, Peter watches and smiles as Billy gets deep throated—staring at the cock and saying, “That looks pretty good…how bout if I get some of that?” My pulse raced. I thought I was on the verge of seeing my fantasy unfold right before my eyes (at the exact same time, a quick record scratch interrupted my budding boner with this potential realization: “Wait, is my brother gay?!”). But Billy immediately responded, “You’ll have to get it from her, buddy!” They all laughed, but not me…my dream was crushed. (And my brother? It turns out, not gay.)
Still, I was so excited—and not just watching those cocks, but seeing Peter’s excitement by watching it, too (we all know you have tendencies, Peter!). There was bonding between the two men. To me, it was like the woman wasn’t even there. I was getting closer and closer to what I ached to see.
And then came perhaps the ballsiest series of moves I ever made in my entire life. I knew I needed to see gay porn. But how? The answer came in the form of an advertisement in a National Lampoon magazine I had bought at the local 7-Eleven (the cover still tattooed on my brain; I was easily able to find it online after all these years!).
Inside was an ad selling VHS pornos. With no credit card or checking account, I went back to the 7-Eleven and got a money order (remember those?!), nervous that the cashier would ask me why I needed it. I mailed it in and blind-bought a random title from the gay section of the ad, which didn’t even have box cover pictures. And I had it shipped…to the house I lived in with my parents (balls, I tell ya!).
Every day, I ran to our mailbox and also checked the front porch for my package. It finally arrived! My sneaky deviance was successful! The tape came in a plain white cardboard case, and I popped it in with glee. The movie was Greenhorn, starring Andy Fuller. It had lots of cowboy hats. Lots of twangy banjo music. And lots of cocks (and remember, I love those!).
I sat transfixed as I watched the movie from start to finish, getting my first glimpse at mansex in action. The opening scene was the first time I ever saw live action of a man sucking another man. Then came the fucking…a whole new world! And the final quick scene somehow stuck (tee hee!) with me more than any: Wearing a slicker at night in the rain, new greenhorn Tim Hughes got his big juicy cock blown, blasting a thick wad onto the sucker’s face.
My porn adventure had just started, and I quickly repeated my ballsy mail-order plan over and over again. I was soon introduced to my first major gay porn crush, Kyle Carrington (my namesake), whose massive meat, surfer-dude hair and tan line had me drooling in Tough Competition and Hot Male Mechanics.
And my adventure hasn’t stopped since. Over the years, I have been lucky enough to meet a wide range of performers, directors and more—and been blown away by how kind and helpful everyone has been. I look forward to continuing that adventure with all of you!
What is your favorite memory of discovering porn for the first time? What models and films were your firsts?
Many of these great classic titles are owned by the same company. It is criminal that the films are digitized using a 3rd generation VHS tape when 16 MM copies are likely available as source material.