The Hung Jury and the infamous Sam Frank
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I'm glad I have a professional day job because I still am on a steep learning curve as a porn historian. Someone emailed to inform me that Althea Leisure (Leasure) was not Bill Margold's ex-wife but rather a late wife of Larry Flynt, the Hustler magazine mogul. Bill Margold was married to a porn actress named Drea. Thank you.
As for the question of Sam Frank's erect phallic dimensions I am quite certain; in actuality between 5.5 and 6 inches along the top however the story behind the measurement is far more entertaining. You see Sam was getting tons of Hung Jury mail through Bill Margold's Hollywood Blvd. address, 99% of which were horny and dateless men searching for women in which to impress with their endowments. Frank kept all of the incoming correspondence in a couple of shoe boxes- he was hopelessly disorganized- until he accidently came across a letter one day from an affluent couple living in northern Nevada. They were coming to L.A soon and wanted a dinner meeting with him in Marina del Ray.
Sam scoured his closet and there wasn't an Armani, Brioni, or J.C. Penny suit to be had.
Somehow Sam patched together enough acceptable clothing not to be thrown out of the Chart House restaurant and a couple of weeks later he met with the couple on a fine Southern California Saturday evening. He was very uncomfortable in foreign social situations and most especially with a swinging lifestyle couple, a condition aggravated further when the server brought his lobster still entombed in its shell. According to what was reported, Sam spent many frantic minutes deciding if a nutcracker, jack hammer or plastic explosives were the correct methodology in which to extract the delicious denizen of the deep from its stubborn shell.
No matter, cutting to the sexual meat of the matter I have a first-person report that the only way Sam could manage an erection was for this couple's wife to concoct a series of big dick escapades (e.g. the foot-long Jamaican and the 18" Italian stud) and even then Sam's penis, a stubby circumcised organ lying within folds of stomach flab, refused to come to full attention until she took out a ruler. Sam insisted on measuring himself, nearly impaling the plastic ruler under his penis into the soft tissues of his scrotum. After the third or fourth measurement attempt using a diagonal ruler placement, and with the datum plane being a hypothetical point at rougly his anus, Sam came up with the magic length of 8 inches!!
Everybody should see that youtube video. Cypher13 was quite correct, the Hung Jury's newsletter Measuring Up was run on a commercial offset printer. Note particularly the news stand price of $5. Imagine going to an airport news stand and seeing Measuring Up alongside The Economist and Forbes.
Everybody, I trust you will treat all of this information as Above Top Secret. :smile:
As for the question of Sam Frank's erect phallic dimensions I am quite certain; in actuality between 5.5 and 6 inches along the top however the story behind the measurement is far more entertaining. You see Sam was getting tons of Hung Jury mail through Bill Margold's Hollywood Blvd. address, 99% of which were horny and dateless men searching for women in which to impress with their endowments. Frank kept all of the incoming correspondence in a couple of shoe boxes- he was hopelessly disorganized- until he accidently came across a letter one day from an affluent couple living in northern Nevada. They were coming to L.A soon and wanted a dinner meeting with him in Marina del Ray.
Sam scoured his closet and there wasn't an Armani, Brioni, or J.C. Penny suit to be had.Somehow Sam patched together enough acceptable clothing not to be thrown out of the Chart House restaurant and a couple of weeks later he met with the couple on a fine Southern California Saturday evening. He was very uncomfortable in foreign social situations and most especially with a swinging lifestyle couple, a condition aggravated further when the server brought his lobster still entombed in its shell. According to what was reported, Sam spent many frantic minutes deciding if a nutcracker, jack hammer or plastic explosives were the correct methodology in which to extract the delicious denizen of the deep from its stubborn shell.
No matter, cutting to the sexual meat of the matter I have a first-person report that the only way Sam could manage an erection was for this couple's wife to concoct a series of big dick escapades (e.g. the foot-long Jamaican and the 18" Italian stud) and even then Sam's penis, a stubby circumcised organ lying within folds of stomach flab, refused to come to full attention until she took out a ruler. Sam insisted on measuring himself, nearly impaling the plastic ruler under his penis into the soft tissues of his scrotum. After the third or fourth measurement attempt using a diagonal ruler placement, and with the datum plane being a hypothetical point at rougly his anus, Sam came up with the magic length of 8 inches!!
Everybody should see that youtube video. Cypher13 was quite correct, the Hung Jury's newsletter Measuring Up was run on a commercial offset printer. Note particularly the news stand price of $5. Imagine going to an airport news stand and seeing Measuring Up alongside The Economist and Forbes.
Everybody, I trust you will treat all of this information as Above Top Secret. :smile:
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Oh my! Does this bring back memories! It amazes me how many people here who knew or remember or encountered Sam Frank (and please understand that despite his plethora of pseudonyms, at least several of which I know, I knew him as "Sam Frank") recall him with the same degree of fondness that I do.
Sam wanted me to go on the Sally Jessy Raphael Show with him. I really did not want to be seen on television with him and I told him that I had other things to do at that time. As it turns out, he was on Sally Jessy but I never saw it....it would have been just too painful to watch. He must have called me twenty times with the date it was being broadcast in my neck of the woods. I did not know that he made it to Joan Rivers.
Sam's periodical was, as far as I know, never sold on newsstands. I think it was subscription only and $20 an issue on an issue-by-issue basis. I think subscribers made most of the written contributions (though I never did). He was not a good writer. He ground out a biography of Ronald Colman and I made the mistake of telling him that I knew a literary agent well enough that I could pitch something to her. He sent me the ms, or at least the first part of it and it was, to put it mildly, terribly written. I do not think he KNEW or stalked Ronald Colman - he would have been too young for that. I managed to read about ten pages of what he had written and I had to cast it aside. It was that painful. Put it this way: Laurence Olivier reading it aloud would sound like a butcher knife jammed into a garbage disposal. It's too bad because, as far as I know, there is no standard biography of Colman.
The scary thing was when he started talking about the murder of Ramon Navarro and the phallic aspects of that. Then he started taking about things he shouldn't have known about that. There are some things that just go beyond the realm of understanding. Well, my understanding, anyway.
At one point, I felt sorry for Sam. I really did and that was why I made the mistake of helping him financially. What can I say? I can be an easy touch. And now that have learned of his (probable) death, I tend to think that we all all the poorer for losing one of this great nation's more "interesting" characters. In small doses, anyway.
There was another manuscript he wanted shopped about a male for hire named "Ed" who was of exceptional endowment. Sam sent me the first three or four chapters and a photograph of "Ed." If the photograph is anything to go by, "Ed" was indeed quite impressive and, well, it couldn't have been written by Sam because the sentences had subjects and predicates. It was, as far as I read it, an interesting story of a young man coming to terms with his sexuality and enduring many of the same things that I endured. It could have been punched up a bit, but compared to the biography of Ronald Colman...let's just say it had possibilities.
As far as I know, neither has been published. And you're all right: Sam's life would make a curious piece of low-budget cinema, sort of like Ed Wood without Bela Lugosi or the angora sweaters.
The thing is, other people, including those who operate this site, have taken this theme and done things so much better than Sam Frank could hope to imagine.
I think I am played out on this topic, at least publicly. If anyone is interested in knowing more or if I can answer any specific questions, feel free to email me.
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Sam wanted me to go on the Sally Jessy Raphael Show with him. I really did not want to be seen on television with him and I told him that I had other things to do at that time. As it turns out, he was on Sally Jessy but I never saw it....it would have been just too painful to watch. He must have called me twenty times with the date it was being broadcast in my neck of the woods. I did not know that he made it to Joan Rivers.
Sam's periodical was, as far as I know, never sold on newsstands. I think it was subscription only and $20 an issue on an issue-by-issue basis. I think subscribers made most of the written contributions (though I never did). He was not a good writer. He ground out a biography of Ronald Colman and I made the mistake of telling him that I knew a literary agent well enough that I could pitch something to her. He sent me the ms, or at least the first part of it and it was, to put it mildly, terribly written. I do not think he KNEW or stalked Ronald Colman - he would have been too young for that. I managed to read about ten pages of what he had written and I had to cast it aside. It was that painful. Put it this way: Laurence Olivier reading it aloud would sound like a butcher knife jammed into a garbage disposal. It's too bad because, as far as I know, there is no standard biography of Colman.
The scary thing was when he started talking about the murder of Ramon Navarro and the phallic aspects of that. Then he started taking about things he shouldn't have known about that. There are some things that just go beyond the realm of understanding. Well, my understanding, anyway.
At one point, I felt sorry for Sam. I really did and that was why I made the mistake of helping him financially. What can I say? I can be an easy touch. And now that have learned of his (probable) death, I tend to think that we all all the poorer for losing one of this great nation's more "interesting" characters. In small doses, anyway.
There was another manuscript he wanted shopped about a male for hire named "Ed" who was of exceptional endowment. Sam sent me the first three or four chapters and a photograph of "Ed." If the photograph is anything to go by, "Ed" was indeed quite impressive and, well, it couldn't have been written by Sam because the sentences had subjects and predicates. It was, as far as I read it, an interesting story of a young man coming to terms with his sexuality and enduring many of the same things that I endured. It could have been punched up a bit, but compared to the biography of Ronald Colman...let's just say it had possibilities.
As far as I know, neither has been published. And you're all right: Sam's life would make a curious piece of low-budget cinema, sort of like Ed Wood without Bela Lugosi or the angora sweaters.
The thing is, other people, including those who operate this site, have taken this theme and done things so much better than Sam Frank could hope to imagine.
I think I am played out on this topic, at least publicly. If anyone is interested in knowing more or if I can answer any specific questions, feel free to email me.
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In my good old days heyday back in the late 1980s at the tail end of the Boogie Nights era when I realized I was only above average, I recall my double digit length mentor bragging about something known as the Hung Jury. I had a feeling it was some porn star endowment club that I was two inches short of.
Then I saw it mentioned in a trivia section in the Jim Holliday porn historian tome, Only The Best. Members are listed as packing at least 10 inches at peak arousal. Gave my copy away to a friend as a gift. Today that book is out of print and sells for a lot on Amazon or Ebay. It's the Bible of porn and I miss it.
Then I saw it mentioned in a trivia section in the Jim Holliday porn historian tome, Only The Best. Members are listed as packing at least 10 inches at peak arousal. Gave my copy away to a friend as a gift. Today that book is out of print and sells for a lot on Amazon or Ebay. It's the Bible of porn and I miss it.
i remember getting one of the last editions of Measuring Up and then getting a note that the club had changed / been sold (forget which) to a new one called "Dionysus". The implication was that there was "new management" but I only got one issue and then it evaporated. Long dead topic but would love to know more....
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What an interesting thread. I became aware of a club called THE HUNG JURY after seeing a personal ad that ran in Tpronto's NOW magazine in the late 80's.
it appeared by the wording that this was an exclusively homosexual club for seekers of circumsized white cockmeat gentlemen.
it appeared by the wording that this was an exclusively homosexual club for seekers of circumsized white cockmeat gentlemen.
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I think it's called urethral sounding. It's a method of stimulating the prostate.