Bill Palmer in a few stills from the AMG film Manly Maniken released in 1973.
Long ago when I read a promo for this film, I thought the word "maniken" was a misspelling of the word "mannequin". But it's actually a word. It means someone who is unusually small. While reviewing these great photos of Bill the word "small" does not come to mind -- especially between the legs. So maybe it was a misspelling. Or, at worst, someone used the wrong homonym.
That cock is definitely man-sized! Are there any pictures of him in full erect rut?
ReplyDeleteJames, a question just occurred to me. This male is a foreskinners, yet in the top two photos, it's skinned back over the glans. Who decided whether to photograph it that way, the model or the photographer? Either way, this male looks great, but I just wondered. I've seen a few other men photographed like that, including suck Lane.
ReplyDeleteJack Lalane. Damned autocorrect. How could it get "suck Lane" out of Jack Lalane?
ReplyDeleteI love these photos. I'd not known about him (Bill Palmer) until now, and from the first two pics made the assumption he was circumcised, but clearly he was not. I love men of all types, and do not let my personal preference get in the way of appreciating all men. Thank you for adding a new man to my list of what I like and love. The first nudie magazine I ever saw was Pictorial Physique, in 1968, at a tiny shop on the town square in Neosho, Missouri. It was a VERY tiny shop for gum, cigarettes, cards and magazines. What I saw on the rack was both an unexpected treasure and a total shock to my teenage senses. I was only 17, a Junior in school. I just stared at it for the longest time. The owner, a pleasant man of about 45 told me to go ahead and look and buy if I was interested. I nearly jumped out of my skin, I was so nervous, but fortunately, no one else was in the store, so I did look, and then paid my 35 cents. He put it in a small paper bag. I was certain every person in town KNEW I'd bought a dirty books, but other than True Detective, etc., at the barber shop, it had never occurred to me that Physique magazine existed. I was so naive, but horny all the time, too. I was a nerdy closet case, for sure. I couldn't believe I had in my hands tangible photos of naked men or nearly naked men. They were gorgeous. But what to do? I couldn't bring it home, heaven forbid! I crossed the street to the court house, trudged down the dungeon to the men's room and spent a few hours "reading". (hehe) I had to get home, but what to do? I washed my hands, then thought to hide my treasure under the basin, one of those antique heavy porcelain sinks, one of four opposite the toilets. The walls were marble, ten feet tall all around. The room echoed throughout the building, giving warning of any arrival. I stuck my magazine in its bag tightly under one of the openings between the wall and the plumbing. I went to visit it VERY OFTEN! I'll be 71 next month, and I wonder if my magazine is still there?? Just wanted to share a memory. I've NEVER gotten over my love for those black and white photos, the beautiful models and the images that play in my head to this day. Thank you for that, too.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the story.
DeleteA great story, Mike. Thank you.
DeleteHe's not the prettiest man, but who cares. He's got a great body, and ah, a huge cock. Love the second picture from the last...great manspreading!
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