A Man's Man: Big Dicked Prince Albert and Balls of Leather

Sometimes in all comes together, and when it does, it's always a surprise...and so much the better.  Let's start with a handsome man: tall with curly dark hair, a manly face, and the sturdy, fleshy build much favored by Italian Renaissance painters, and then a plump, delectable dick...a real Michelangelo classical dick, slightly curving, with a nice round head.  I know...Michelangelo's dicks were all uncut...but don't mess it up for me.  A nice fat dick.  And with a thick Prince Albert, maybe a 4 or 6 gauge in the barbell style...big enough to show some sparkle even in a dimly lit room.  A man's man with a fat dick, a sexy piercing and protruding...ah, definitely swaying...gigantic balls hanging like a couple of over-ripe fruits.

I enjoy vacuum-pumping as much as the next guy, and I work out a little every day, just long enough to plumping up before going out.  And while I do have the extra-super large cylinder for ball pumping, I just haven't got into that area.  So, I ask those in the know: does pumping up the scrotum have any effect on the texture of one's balls?  I ask because this dude's balls were like leather, ruffed up, clutchable, and I would have played with them more if that had been the reason for his presence here.  He was here to fill and drill my ass, which he fulfilled with all the force, confidence and control of a man's man.

There is male to male action and there is man to man action; they are different things.  This man's man put this man in his place, to be sure.  There was only one thing, though: when getting thoroughly roughfucked, I love to feel the slap of a man's man's big balls against my ass.  In the case of leather balls, they're so fuckin' heavy, they don't slap, but rather they just sort of shake.  I know I just should end this right now...forget the slappin' balls, this was another great fuck for the annals of anal.

The Healing Power of Piss

For those of you who play with vacuum pumps and who have developed a blister on your dick every now and then: think piss.  Yes, these blisters can become unsightly and to the uninitiated, will suggest a communicable venereal disease, especially towards the end when that ugly purple scab develops.  Of course you will lance the pesky devil as soon as you notice it, and before he gets really big...but did you know that piss will speed the blister's healing?  Spread a little pee on the blister as often as possible, and the blister will dry out much quicker and the scab won't look so goddamned butt ugly.
Another Helpful Household Hint from Hell-oise.

Filipino Flips for Pumped Dick

I've blogged before about how much I enjoy vacuum pumping and how pleased I am with the results. Yes, you can increase the size of your dick, most certainly temporarily and with religious diligence, permanently, as well. Our Puritan culture asserts that you cannot increase the size of your dick without surgery but how the hell would they know...they who pretend that a penis is merely for procreation? Just because they hate theirs, doesn't mean you can't love yours. And then they'll tell you, oh well, yes, maybe you can increase the size of your dick, but it won't be by much. Oh yeah, well, when it comes to dick, 1/4 inch is a lot, and a whole inch is possible but it will take a long time, and as I said...you must pump it up...religiously. Praying to Jesus won't help here.
I like to pump up before I go out to the bars or when I'll be wearing jeans or hell, I pump it up whenever I go out. With my pump it takes about 30 minutes to get a plump fat dick, and then I'll wrap it up with a twisted black sweatband. I can't get a cockring on it after I've pumped.
And then I go out.
Last week I was at a popular bookstore on Market St. A regular bookstore not a dirty bookstore, there aren't any of those anymore on Market St, they're all on Polk St. or SOMA. So I'm wandering around when I notice a shortish, middle-aged Filipino guy kind of hanging around, not quite following me but always keeping within view of where I am. I spend a bit longer than I need to, looking over books that I don't care about, because he's like wanting to be teased and I was in the mood to tease...my fat cock was clearly bulging through my jeans which aren't that tight, but definitely show a good roll.
When I get to a more desolate corner of this bookstore, this Filipo guy gets fairly close, crouches down and pretends to look for a book on the shelf closest to the floor. And then, after pausing for about ten seconds, reaches up and cops a feel. Just enough to squeeze my sausage. And then he's up and outta there. I walk over to the main aisle of the bookstore and can't see a sight of him. He got the hell out of there right quick. It's like maybe he thought I was going to report him to a clerk or something. In the 1950's, this is what might have happened, and the police might have been summoned. But in the new century, this is merely quaint behavior, rather charming actually in that one can find his desires satiated in such an elementary and primitive way.
And did I want this to happen? I don't know and I'm not going to give it much thought. I just wanted to write that some more souls are still trapped in the last century. And some have advanced to one step beyond staring with a nose pressed up against the window. They're actually touching.
I'll continue to pump, taking the lead from the late, great super pornstar and businessman Al Parker, who didn't invent but certainly popularized vacuum pumping. Old Al probably used to pump up before walking down to the local 7-11 for a pack of cigarettes. I may not be there yet but I'm getting there, getting off on those poor souls who reach, grab and run.

A Guide to Vacuum Pumps

I bought my first vacuum pump several years ago and at first, didn't use it much. I think I bought it on sale because of its really low price, but at the time, pumping didn't interest me all that much. I don't remember now what it was that inspired me to take it up, although Al Parker probably had something to do with it. Al Parker popularized pumping those many years ago and in fact, developed the product and eventually owned the SF Pump Company (I believe that was the name), which was carried on by Al's family after his death.

Then I really got into it. I loved the pressure created surrounding my dick sucking it deeper into the acrylic tube. But I really loved and still love the way it plumps up my dick. I'm a bit of an exhibitionist and more than a bit of a tease, so vacuum pumping really works for me. I now pump every morning for about a half hour to get a nice fat sausage, then I wrap up that sausage with a sweatband to keep it plump, and then I'm on my way. In the Al Parker bio, 'Clone,' we learn how Al used to pump it up before personal appearances, but I'll bet he did it even to walk to the corner 7-11.

My first pump was made of plastic, and eventually I accidentally dropped it on the floor and of course, it cracked. Then I went out and bought another plastic model, and that one broke just by ordinary use. It developed its own crack, somehow, but let's face it, if you're talking about plastic, what should you expect?

So I decided it had to be made of metal...that would be more durable, and last a long time. Wrong. The metal one I bought at my local porn store somehow broke on its own...it simply lost all its suction power. Of course by now I'm hooked on vacuum pumping, so I went to find a better pump. There are a lot of pumps on the market now...some don't even use the trigger style, but some sort of bulb you keep squeezing. Save your money, if you're looking to get into this type of play.

Stick with the metal, but not just any metal. My new pump I found at Mr. S. Leather, the leather goods emporium in San Francisco. I don't think they bother to sell all those other types of pumps;...they sell a trigger style pump with a red handle and a brass body, costs a little more but I don't think this one will fail me. Also the quality of suction is sure and the meat plumping is very fast, almost instanteous. I can't find a brand name on this model so maybe it's exclusive to Mr. S., I haven't asked Mr. S as to whether it's theirs alone nor have they rewarded me for this testimonial. But the leather-clad saleswoman who helped me definitely knew her shit, and she doesn't even have a dick...at least I don't think so.