Flashback: This Means War!

The fun kind of war. Mock war. Muscles and wrestling. Helmet and saber. With cock pointed up to match.

Not exactly the vision of an intimidating battlefield. More like a Saturday night, if you're lucky.

Though looking at these muscles, luck had nothing to do with it. Good lighting and a bucket of body oil helps. But so does pumping iron. And pumping cock.

That always helps.

Most competitive wrestling doesn't involve erections. Strike that. Most competitive wrestling does involve at least partial erections. Just covered up. Also covered up or at least discreet or private were all the photo developing spots for this stuff. Not the kind of thing you get developed at the corner drugstore. You would scandalize the people you bought enemas from.

Now I'm going to march into battle with a fake sword and real penis and no shoes. Army of lovers.