Friday, March 18, 2016

Had any Lately? (Troy Conway, 1969)

My first Coxeman left me speechless so I think I should write something more substantial about this one. But in order to put any of this craziness into context, first we need to understand the story. So here it goes.

The entire male population of Sarmania has somehow lost its sex drive. Men are simply not horny and are refusing to fuck their women. Because of this biological oddity the country's survival is at stake since they haven't been reproducing for full five years now. Rod is sent there to check out what's going on although he's not really concerned about this unfortunate country's future. The thing is that Sarmania is behind the iron curtain so Reds must be involved.

Upon his arrival he is raped by fifteen sex starved women and later runs (or should I say rams) into several more. One of them is beautiful sexology scientist J.R. who lives in some kind of secluded Frankenstein like castle doing fertility tests on gorilla Peter. J.R. is frigid and therefore off limits (for the time being) so Rod - as a part of a scientific experiment - fucks the three women working for her. On her way out he's frustrated and concludes that she is a "confirmed man-hater, possible Lesbian, potential suicidal type" and that J.R. probably stands for "Just Rusting".

At this point we come to the second most hilarious point of the novel. When he returns to the hotel, there is a riot on the street. Women demand him to you-know-what them. This horny mob is led by Angelica who proclaims:

"I, Angelica, say this. He will rest all day and night. Tomorrow morning, we will issue ration cards. For each and every woman here. Each in turn will be able to enjoy ten minutes with this remarkable man."

Fucking ration cards!!!?! Don't you just love it?

Rod manages to escape and eventually returns to the castle. Not surprisingly, this time around he does score with J.R. and she goes crazy over his bouncing balls. Oh yeah - and there's an army of apes living in that castle protecting our beautiful rusting sex scholar. And another thing - Rod and J.R. discover a cause of the Sarmania's misfortunes. But things are not what they seem! Rod goes back to town, makes some calls, get himself informed and after few more lays heads back to the castle for the final showdown. On his arrival he witnesses the most hilarious scene of the novel!

J.R. is lying naked on the floor holding a Luger pistol in each hand and is surrounded by six naked men lined up in a semicircle. They all have hard-ons (equipped with rigid weapons) and (in that cool scientific voice) she commands them to "Jump. Up and down. In position. Jog. I say, Jog!". So they start jumping and waving their balls at her but after few minutes she's still not satisfied! Seems like she craves for Rod's "family jewels" specifically.

I mean - WTF!!?!

Later on there's some silly crap about uranium mines and J.R.'s Sarmania take over but in essence that's it. In a very short and very condensed version. And can I really put any context or meaning into any of this without the post running for ten pages or more? I can't. Will try with the next one since I was lucky enough to score a pack of ten Coxeman paperbacks on eBay for mere 50 bucks.

So I'll just finish with saying that as over the top and silly and juvenile as it is, it never gets obscene. There are no four-letter words in this one. Instead we are continuously treated with never-ending streak of hilariously crazy metaphors. Rod's dick is everything from (a bit too frequently used) an old fashioned "family jewels" to a pretty self-explanatory "eight wonder of the world" or rather bizarre "red candle" and so on. I think the most memorable one is referring to coming in a girl's mouth as her "drinking of the red wine of life". Crazy stuff indeed, I needed to pause reading few times in order to think over and decipher some of this nonsense.

It could have been a bit more hard boiled-ish but it's still unforgettable.

4/5

Facts:

Hero:
I, Rod Damon, am still the greatest Coxman of them all. Ask anybody.

Me. Damon. The greatest Coxman of them all. The pride of L.S.D. The noblest roamin' sexologist in the universe.

"Whoremaster!" the man nearest me suddenly shouted.
"Lecher!" cried another.
"Adulterer" another man blurted, spitting at me.
"Despoiler of our women!" another man screamed in my face.
"Beast of the field!"
"Fornicator!"
"Lustful dog!"
"Sodomist!"

Hm - Beast of the field??

Location
Starts and ends in Japan but mostly takes place in Sarmania. Which is a little eastern European country known for its excellent rice. Yes, rice in Europe...

Body count
Only 2. But this is Coxeman novel so let's rather list all the fucking:
  1. Mariko (You don't make love like a man. Like God)
  2. Raped by 15 women (with pretty non-eastern European names): Wilma, Helga, Dorla, Irma, Dirma, Lowella, Helene, Paula, Pita, Irena, Alice, Sally, Francesca, Rhoda and Minnie 
  3. Lowella Sparma - she comes so hard that she faints
  4. Mrili
  5. Mrili and her two virgin sisters Tillie and Millie
  6. J.R.'s staff: the cook Miss Poldin (Marry me), the personal secretary Lottie Linkel (I'll give you anything. I'll darn your socks, wash your cloths) and the gardener Freda Farkus (she cannot speak English so "Freda Farkus was glassy-eyed. She stared back at me through a foggy maze of disbelief.")
  7. Allie (Merry me) - now Rod (finally!) starts to mention some of his famous techniques: The Rope Ladder, The Japanese Rope Trick, The forty-fifth position of Dealey's exposition, Damon Drop
  8. J.R. staff getting raped by the six sex-recovered locals. Wouldn't mention this but Rod himself almost gets gang-banged too!
  9. J.R. (I'm dead). Because she's frigid he uses The Hesitation Method since "This is a guaranteed cure-all for broads who were coming out of the deep freeze". Later, I guess when she is unfrozen, he utilizes something called "see-saw elevator ride" and finishes her off with Oriental Love Dance. He promises to show her "The Australian Method" and "South Pacific Syndrome" next time.
  10. Allie (x3)
  11. J.R. and Peter. Wouldn't mention this either but remember - Peter is a fucking gorilla!
  12. One for the farewell with the mob ringleader Angelica 
  13. Back in Japan with Mariko (San...I shall cry...) - using "what the Orient calls The Intertwining Leaves position"
So the total count reaches 31
 
Dames: 
Bewitching nymph Mariko -  She had graduated from Japanese burlesque to Number One Queen of Tokyo Films Ltd, but there was nothing limited about her. At the ripe old age of twenty-two, she was older than Time itself in the Sex Department.

Allie de Marpana - the bellboy (or the bell-girl): "Her eyes were as blue as the Navy and her lips as red as Heinz ketchup"

Lowella Sparma, prime minister's mistress.


J.R. Thule: "What Lowella Sparma had, she had more of it... What Allie had, she had improved on."

Blackouts
After being raped by 15 women:

I, the future author of one of the rarest works in the , THE FETISH ENCYCLOPEDIA, ten volumes inclusive, was raped by fifteen women on the morning of my arrival in the sleeping dominion of Sarmania in the year of Our Sex, 1969. Me, Rod Damon, head of L.S.D.
Dingalinga.

Have no idea what "dingalinga" is supposed to be but this is how he "dropped off":

But there is a limit. There has to be. The blood in my head began to dance a merry jig. The room tilted. Above me, the panting mouths, the dangling mammaries, the gyrating pelvises all converged into one roaring central region of burning blackness...
...
I did the only sensible thing under the circumstances.
I dropped out.
I fainted.

Even though Rod is unconscious he still somehow manages to hear women admiring his firmness. Because - and do I really even need to clarify this? - he keeps his hard on and they keep fucking him and arguing about whose turn is next!
 
Title: 
Pretty rhetorical question for Rod...

But I'm not sure if this is 12th or 13th of the series. When I was looking for a cover image I came across the one that states this is 12th but mine says it's 13th.

Edition: 
Paperback Library

Cover
Provocative and cool but it should really be that scene with J.R. naked holding guns and surrounded with bouncing balls.


First time on this blog: 
Full frontal nudity cover

Cool lines: 
She didn't stop until Grand Central Station was firmly positioned where I could enter and drop my baggage.

She had a gloriously slick and comfortable resting place for the family jewels.

I pressed with my thumbs until both of her half-moons widened into a glorious entrance-way to the stars, to the Valhalla of womanhood.


My formula for instant sleep was very simple. I closed my eyes and counted naked Sarmanian peasant girls jumping over the window sill of my bedroom, breasts bouncing, fannies bobbing.

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