Ron Jeremy
Ron Jeremy — or David Elliot, depending who's asking — first figured out his party trick at summer camp. He bent down to tie his shoes and, lo and behold, his lips met his own ten-inch dick. Some kids discover campfire songs; this guy discovered he could suck himself off. He kept that little secret through high school in Bayside, Queens, trading jock straps for jazz hands in the school play Oklahoma!, then moved on to Queens College where he chased acting between lectures on education. By the mid-seventies he was teaching algebra by day and trying to hawk headshots by night, still packing that monstrous length behind an unbuttoned shirt whenever the camera came around.
Ron Jeremy
Ron Jeremy — or David Elliot, depending who's asking — first figured out his party trick at summer camp. He bent down to tie his shoes and, lo and behold, his lips met his own ten-inch dick. Some kids discover campfire songs; this guy discovered he could suck himself off. He kept that little secret through high school in Bayside, Queens, trading jock straps for jazz hands in the school play Oklahoma!, then moved on to Queens College where he chased acting between lectures on education. By the mid-seventies he was teaching algebra by day and trying to hawk headshots by night, still packing that monstrous length behind an unbuttoned shirt whenever the camera came around.