The Demise Of Our Porn Rituals

Of course we all love internet porn – whether we pay for it or steal it. It is easy to access, it gives us a huge amount and variety of porn and it is great to edge to for hours on end – lost in our porn haze. None of us would want to go back to the days of porn only being available in stores.



However, one of the down sides of the never ending march of computer based porn is that men (especially the next generation of perverts) are missing out on some of the porn rituals that were so enjoyable. Building up the courage to go to the sleazy local porn store for the first time is a rite of passage for all young men. Checking out the porn on the shelves. Glancing over at the porn booths where the loud groans were coming from. I remember the first time I did it and the excitement has stuck with me ever since (as an aside, I really hope porn stores stay around - they are a symbol of masculinity, off men needing to get off and our need to be natural perverts).





One of the best rituals was thumbing the dvd box covers. The tease on the front of the box and the more explicit images on the reverse. It allowed us to judge so much about the feature and whether we felt it would be good enough to drain the loads from our balls. Coming to terms with your surroundings, getting over the embarrassment as you get deeper into the porn haze. Checking the boxes out one after the other. Looking for the nastiest ones you could get your hands on, back and forth until deciding on the one(s) that we knew we would shortly be taking home in that brown paper bag. All the way home trying to contain the need to stroke our dicks.




The best box covers are an art form in their own right. But sadly most of us don’t get to experience them anymore. I love my dvd’s that are all stacked next to each other in boxes in the attic. Spreading them out next to one another is an invitation to wank in itself – a historic record of how our tastes have evolved from vanilla to stretched cum filed ass holes and gang bangs (well at least in my case). But I really don’t know when I last had the pleasure of going into a store (to stand shoulder to shoulder with other REAL men porno perverts) and go through that porno ritual.






The AVN should have an award for the best box covers of the year (and maybe the best title too – who doesn’t love a title like “Pump My Ass Full of Cum” or “Cum Filled Ass Holes Overload”? They tell us all we need to know in one disgusting phrase).





For me Jules Jordan still tops the pile when it cums to the best covers. His porn scenes may have gone off the boil in recent years but he still knows how to get the blood flowing through our cocks on when it cums to box covers. Porn! You have to love it!!