A Star Is Porn

This blog post was originally published on the Cockiavelli website in April 2026. As with some other Cockiavelli blog posts, it was removed and republished here in late summer 2026 due to little interest in the Cockiavelli blog and that website probably not remaining live much longer. These photos are not available for purchase as printable digital files as I’m not entirely satisfied with how I looked at that point even if the few women who contacted me at the time were. Interestingly enough, I received even fewer inquiries after posting leaner and harder self-portraits. Perhaps I’ve become too good to be true. Regardless, I wasn’t setting the world on fire before and I have to do what makes me happy.

My return to being Arkansas’ premier male stripper for naughty girls – not that anyone else was ever capable of assuming that mantle – has not been without its challenges. Which is why no one else could come close to picking up the slack during my absence. Because I make no excuses. Always killdozing my way through necessary tasks without a thought of complaining. The haters accused me of giving myself too much credit the first time around. With hindsight being 20/20, it’s painfully clear that I never gave myself nearly enough credit for any of my talents. And that includes calling attention to my porn star-sized cock. What should’ve been a central theme to my overall marketing was something I rarely touched on during the Hardbodies Entertainment of Arkansas era. Ironically, my ample endowment had led me to underestimate just how much size indeed matters. But late is better than never as I finally address this oversight one long hard thrust at a time. As I did with these two photos.

My home office/studio affords me just enough space to shoot respectable self-portraits. Following the rawness of the initial Cockiavelli photos, I went all out. Utilizing a proper portrait lighting setup and my green screen. The latter allowing me to show off my deft compositing skills by inserting a stylish background image (this one also photographed by me years ago) that could be manipulated to really make my butt-ass naked body (which is entirely unedited, by the way) pop off of any viewing device in a near 3-D effect. Relatively speaking, all of this was the easy part.

The hard (pun intended) part was achieving and maintaining an erection in a setting that was anything but sexy. Crowded by lights from three directions. A DSLR camera and monitor before me. While also having to display the rest of myself – from head to knees – with just as much power and glory as my manhood. And I did it. Without drugs. The only stimulation I had was my hand pumping my cock between shots. I instantly got it up and kept it up in a situation that would’ve made most other men shrink inside themselves.

But I pumped myself a little too much. After getting this shot, which is one of two that I wanted, I came. And like the rest of the shoot, there was nothing sexy about it either. No orgasm as my balls simply evacuated a massive load (because all my loads are massive) all over the floor. Fortunately, it’s a linoleum floor. So, I grabbed an old towel and wiped up my jizz. Then I immediately made myself erect again and went back to shooting. Nailing this next shot within three minutes.

To recap… I instantly achieved and maintained an erection in a tense and cluttered environment with no stimulation (save for my hand) while sharing the massive blood flow my massive cock requires with all my other muscles as I sought to strike sexy poses over numerous shots. I accidentally blew my load, cleaned it up, and immediately repeated the process to complete the shoot. All without the aid of an erectile dysfunction drug. And at age 47 to boot. Yeah, I’m totally the fucking best male erotic entertainer who has ever lived. Bend over and spread ‘em wide, sweet cheeks.