#boyer coe

On the topic of golden age greats, I once vacationed at a Mexican resort in the room next to the one shared by Top Contender of the Era and his busty and, um, very horny young girlfriend. This was in the late 80s, I was 16, and already a pretty big fan of Top Contender’s at that point. Meaning, I wanked to his pics on the regular. Imagine my disbelief and excitement when I saw him lounging on the beach in nothing but a super tiny, totally indecent pair of speedos which barely covered his penis when it was soft. Needless to say, they were deliciously useless when strained by the gasp-inducing erections his GF liked to give him publicly as a sign she needed him deep inside her at that very moment. Without getting into salacious details (and there were a lot of those,) they had very aggressive, very intense, very loud sex multiple times a day directly against our shared wall. She was exceedingly vocal and raunchy and wild and Top Contender was, aside from being hung like a horse, unexpectedly loud and dirty in response. The recollection of his groans and growls as he approached and then achieved orgasm—sometimes so violently he actually cried out to god in a choked wail at the peak—always excites me. It still feels like a feverish wet dream, but the way my bedroom floor would shake as they violently rutted was physical proof that the cosmos was smiling upon me, if only for those 3.5 incredible days.