One of my informants took me to a low-key nudist beach in Sandy Hook, New Jersey. Among the beachgoers were families, heterosexual couples, gay couples. A lot of promenading went on, as it does on any beach, and as on any beach a majority of the promenaders were men. There they were, strolling and talking, as their dicks bobbed along on their balls or dangled meekly between their legs. Some looked like flower buds, some looked like pencils, some looked like faucets, some looked like mushrooms, some looked like sausages—and they all looked like each other. Flaccid and out in the open they seemed terribly vulnerable.
After a trip to a nudist beach you can see men in business clothes striding down city sidewalks and imagine them inside their suits as if they were vulnerable nudists.
GAY PINUP MAGAZINES
My first time shopping at a magazine store in the section for gay porn and pinup magazines I riffled through the available merchandise—Jock, Mandate, Bunkhouse, Stallion, Bear (for people who like hairy, portly, manly men), Foreskin Quarterly and so on. Fighting off my dread of being thought sexually weird, I stepped up to the counter and bought Play girl and Inches. Play girl was supposed to be for women. As for Inches, I liked its name. I bought it even though it had a picture on the cover of a man in bright white Jockey shorts. Much as I love men, I do not understand the appeal of Jockey shorts. They remind me of my older brother—whom I love, but to whom I have never been sexually attracted—who used to wear them around the house when I thought he should be dressed. Sometimes they had mysterious stains on them.
When I got these magazines home I left them alone for a while. Enrique came over and I showed them to him. He said he couldn't look. Then later I found him slowly turning the pages of one of them, holding it at arm's length, shaking his head. "Ai, caramba, these are major pieces of meat," he said. I dipped into them. A friend loaned me some back issues of Inches and of a more specialized offshoot publication, Black Inches. They just brought out the prude in me.
Sheltered as I was, I'd never seen such a forest of dicks before. Fear came up; fear and disinclination. Most women aren't all that turned on by anonymous body parts—we respond better if there's a nice, romantic story. But here, you open a gay pinup magazine, and a naked guy you've never seen before is ogling you. He's dumb as milk, he has this awful come-on look and he's pressing his pelvis forward, presenting to you for your delectation his big, hard-as-a-ramrod cock. The covers of my magazines advertised the riches inside: "Super Top Blade Thompson's Uncut Crotch Muscle," "Rico's 10-Inch Jawbreaker" and much, much more. These were phenomena I did and did not want to know about. I sat down and looked at them, until my resistance disappeared.
I saw a man with a stockbroker's haircut and pale skin, lightly tanned all over, who had a rosy pink erection that stood straight out, curving downward ever so slightly, like a dowsing rod. A man with swarthier skin had a glistening prick of a uniform coral color. An African-American man, muscled and bronze-colored, had a thick, uncircumcised dick as dark as bittersweet chocolate. One man, called "Black Thunder," was brown all over, with a very long, wide penis that curved in the middle and had a beautiful pink head, the same color as his belly button. When I paid attention to them I began to feel a kind of affection for these penises, and even a bit of lust.
The best photographs were the ones where the men were not looking at the camera, but at their penises; their expressions were tender and amused. In one series of pictures the man seemed almost to be dancing with his penis—which was fat, veined and uncircumcised. Dancing, or playing, or letting it have its way, he was seeing what it might do when it was on its own, as if it were his pet, or his baby brother.
Those pictures are often in my mind. It seems so right when a man's penis brings out his good nature. When that happens, size is totally beside the point.
Source: The Book of the Penis by Maggie Paley
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