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Ninja Stars

March 8, 2011 in Discovering Pornography

Once, when I was walking through the greenbelt in Houston on my way somewhere with a friend back when I was in middle school, there were these two guys throwing something at a bench. When the guys noticed us, they ran off through the trees, leaving all their stuff behind. They had a deck of cards — super naked porny men — and were setting the cards up on the bench and tossing the stars at them. My friend and I picked up the cards which were spread all over.  Each card was a different guy. My father had this sort of deck, but it was just the same woman on the back of the card again and again and again. Where as this deck was 53 different men. The cards were well abused, many had holes in them from the ninja stars, and some were burned at the edges. My friend and I split the deck in half. We each got a star as well. Let me tell you, the joker? Holy God did he ever have a big dick. It was gigantic.

Do you have a story about discovering pornography? Would you like to share your story about discovering pornography with other, like-minded people who have also discovered pornography? Send in your discovering pornography stories to the usual address, maybe label them “Discovering Pornography” so I can teach the spam filter not to delete them when they arrive. Thanks! We’ll make it a recurring feature called “Discovering Pornography” because the laws of physics themselves  literally demand such a title. Believe me – “Discovering Pornography” will be all about discovering pornography – no truer a category exists, my people. It’ll be 100% pornography discovery, pure and simple. No miscommunication. Porn goes out – you discover it. Simple. Dunno how it gets there, it just does. It’s like the moon and clean coal. Porn goes out, it gets dirty, you discover it. Nothing more, nothing less. It’s all about you – the people – discovering porn. Maybe the First Time, maybe the Last. Simple. Maybe it was outside in rain-swept field in mid-October? No-one knows. It just is. 200 words at least.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/blix/ Blix

    National Geographic was a secret Platex™ commercial. “Support is important ladies or this could happen to you”.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/chillbearlatrigue/ Chillbear Latrigue

    I don’t have any good porn discovery stories, but my naked image was once used for the joker on a deck of pornographic playing cards.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/bjonston/ BJonston

    Excellent story, Vaq. Excellent feature idea, too.
    I will definitely be submitting something in this vein. Hopefully sometime this year.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/berightback/ berightback

    Yay!

    Technical note-that’s a picture of a Jack, not a Joker. Still thematically appropriate, of course. He’s quite handsome and seems to be carrying a nicely bared sword.

  • http://wordsmoker.com misslinda

    Nicely done, Vaquero! You had quite the early start. I never even knew male porn existed until I got to college, where I was overwhelmed by a reinterpretation of Barbie’s Dream House in my freshman year sculpture class. The walls, they were papered with penises. So many penises! All different sizes and shapes and colors….I can’t even imagine how many magazines it took to cover the walls. Freshman year art school was sort of porn overload in general (everyone was trying to be so edgy), but those penises, that was a masterbatory masterpiece.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/belltolls/ Belltolls

    What was the purpose of the throwing ninja stars at gay playing cards? Love? Hate? Your well-written story poses as many questions as it answers.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/mama-penguino-2-2-2/ Mama Penguino

    My mom’s BFF gave her a subscription to Playgirl when she (mom) turned 40. My favorite image, still alive inside my head, was that of a guy in naked, standing in a small fishing boat, casting his line (I know). He had an erection that stood at a 45 degree angle to his body. I remember thinking, “Why?”

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/blix/ Blix

    I’d like to think those cards were used by a group of little old ladies during a weekly game of canasty.

    Oh Mildred, you are such a hoot! More wine?

    Oh dear, I think the three of clubs was one of my husbands.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/chillbearlatrigue/ Chillbear Latrigue

    @ Belltolls: If my basic highschool history serves me correctly, the original ninjas were gay, so it stands to reason that they would use a standard deck of naked male playing cards to hone their skills.

    I’m not in any way suggesting that the kids in VaQ’s stories were ninjas, but they were probably trying to ape the real deal.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/whyamihere/ WhyamIhere?

    @MamaP: No. I don’t fish naked.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/belltolls/ Belltolls

    @ Chillbear Latrigue:
    You made that up.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/fictionsinmotion/ Vaquero

    Mama: Haha! I know! What the fuck is that about? My mom once bought a Playgirl or was given one. We were driving home from somewhere. I was about eight years old. This might have happened in the summertime as well. But we were in California not Texas. She pulled the car over at some point, opened the magazine and closed it, blushing, and laughed. Opened it, looked at the next man and laughed while closing it. She did this throughout the entire thing, page after page, naked man after naked man, tears streaming down her face. These days if I want to give my mom a great laugh, I give her something that has naked men on it.

    Blix: Playtex fucking lied. Not that mine are sagging. *ahem* I would love if this deck were stolen from a group of little old ladies.

    Chillbear: No wonder you can’t keep a lady. *ba dum dum*

    BJ: I look forward to reading yours.

    MissLinda: You were once overwhelmed by cock!

    Bell: I’ve thought a lot about those boys. How they got the deck. Who did they steal it from, if it was stolen? I think about the time it takes to burn a playing card up. They just don’t catch on fire. I imagine the boys were very conflicted and damaging the cards in order to damage their feelings about the cards, regardless of what those feelings were.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/chillbearlatrigue/ Chillbear Latrigue

    I don’t have a great first time porn story. I found my first pornography when I fell down a well and discovered a subterranean adult film studio run by the Russian mob. It was a fairly typical pre-pubescent three months of captivity after that.

    Throwing stars, on the other hand. Well, that’s something else.

    I became fascinated with shuriken (the real name for throwing stars, noobs) after seeing Chuck Norris’s The Octagon. I ordered a half-dozen black matte finish stars from an Asian World of Martial Arts ad in the back of Black Belt Magazine for $1.50 a piece plus $15.99 for shipping and handling. Instead they sent me the Bruce Lee throwing stars. Apparently the Uniform Commercial Code allows for slight adjustments in shipping orders, but I didn’t know that at the time.

    The stars were for “novelty purposes only,” so the edges were thick and dull. I spent a month with a file, trying to put an edge on the metal and removing the finish, so that they looked more like the type of stars that you would want to, say, kill a burglar with.

    Now you probably think like I did that because you’re a pre-teen, you’re just awesome at throwing shuriken, but you’re not—it takes practice. We never thought of playing cards—either pornographic or Hoyle. What we did was take a thick piece of 3′x6′x1″ plywood and one of us stood there while the other traced an outline of his body with a piece of chalk. We free hand drew an inverted “v” for the crotch part to avoid physical contact the genitals. (So, I guess teenage homophobia may be a common theme with shuriken). Then we commenced to throwing. If the star A) found it’s way to anywhere into the chalk outline and B) managed to remain sticking a quarter-inch into the wood, we would declare it a kill and leave it there while we tried to repeat the attempt over a thousand or so throws.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/blix/ Blix

    @ Chillbear Latrigue:
    The two can be combined into the holy grail of garage sale finds. “Cards as Weapons” by Ricky Jay.
    http://www.amazon.com/Cards-As-Weapons-Ricky-Jay/dp/0446387568

    httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SZdBTKN4FyQ

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/chillbearlatrigue/ Chillbear Latrigue

    @ Blix: That’s an amazing video.

    I’m trying to find a clip from the martial arts training video Black Medicine, where we learn from the Amazing Eagle that he knows “from personal experience that it takes more than one bullet to stop the [Mad] Chinaman.”

    The Amazing Eagle is portly gentleman with glasses, and the Mad Chinaman looks about 1/8 Chinese.

  • http://wordsmoker.com misslinda

    I feel like I just walked into a middle school locker room with all of this martial arts talk. I don’t understand it at all, but I like knowing that people who can kill with their hands have my back. My college partner-in-crime is like the highest ranking female Krav Maga something-or-other in the country. She lives out in Utah now so the ass kicking would have to wait a while, and there’s something about only using it for good and not evil, but I’m sure she would kick ass for me if I asked her to. Do you know if they use ninja stars for that? Because that’d be fun to watch from the sidelines. I’m also imagining Powerpuff Girl costumes are involved.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/blix/ Blix

    @ Chillbear Latrigue:
    No I didn’t let her in, she fell out of the ceiling. Quick, throw me a towel.

  • http://wordsmoker.com misslinda

    @ Blix:
    Ha! Sorry boys, I must’ve wandered into the wrong locker room. Nice Underoos, Chillbear. Aquaman, huh? I would’ve pegged you as more of a Captain America kinda guy.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/belltolls/ Belltolls

    Vaq: Yes indeed. Something primal going on. We had baseball cards when I was growing up and we treated them with respect. Especially Ernie Broglio.