Here's an exerpt containing a supposedly true quote of Holmes' own words:
John Holmes
adult entertainment's biggest male star, John Holmes, died of AIDS March 13th, 1988. He claimed to have screwed 14,000 women on and off-screen (the real number was no more than 3000).
Holmes also had sex with men though he didn't boast about that. "John considered it as satisfying to stick his dick into a guy as into a pussy," says adult entertainment historian Jim Holliday.
No one has claimed to have caught AIDS from Holmes,
even though he kept performing long after he knew that he was HIV positive.
Starring in 2500 flicks, John Holmes performed sex with two generations of adult entertainment stars - from Seka and Marilyn Chambers to Ginger Lynn and the Italian member of Parliament Ciccolina (Little Chubby). He's the only man to rank among adult entertainment's biggest stars.
"John Holmes was the king," says Bill Margold, whose own dick measures ten inches. "He was living proof that not all men are created equal.
"I worked in a scene where John Holmes was being blown by four women and I was sitting underneath, being blown by Lesllie Bovee. All of a sudden his dick popped out over my head like the opening shot of Star Wars. I was terrified. I had this horrible vision of it falling on my head and cracking my skull open."
John's private life also revolved around his penis. Rich men and women paid handsomely to play with him.
Though adult entertainment may have seen longer dicks (Dick Rambone supposedly measured 15 inches), none are as famous as John's organ, which his friend Bill Amerson swears measured 13 inches when fully errect.
Bob Chinn produced and directed John's most successful series Johnny Wadd, where he played a hard-boiled detective. Holmes "was a thin bony trench-coated shamus, outrageously horny, beding down with client and quarry alike," says Al Goldstein of Screw.
It was a goofy, crudely-made series, adult entertainment's first movie series. "Holmes was everyman's gigolo," writes Mike Sager, "a polyester smoothy with a sparse moustache, a flying collar and lots of buttons undone. He took a lounge singer's approach to sex, deliberately gentle, ostentatiously artful, a homely guy with a pinkie ring and a big dick who was convinced he was every woman's dream." (Rolling Stone 6/15/89)
"I'm tired of hearing about John and his acting ability," says Jim Holliday. "No one ever gave David Niven grief for having a small penis."
Holliday says that the 1977 movie Eruption demonstrates that John Holmes can act, as he plays Peter Winston, the insurance man drawn into a murder conspiracy by Sandy Bevin (Lesllie Bovee). John does his own stunts, including all the underwater scenes.
John loved his work. "A happy gardener is with one dirty fingernails, and a happy cook is a fat cook. I never get tired of what I do because I'm a sex fiend. I'm very lusty."
In a 1973 interview that appeared in the book Sinema, Holmes appeared hyper:
"I just can't sit still," he says, and he really can't. He fidgets, licks his lips, rolls his eyes, chews his gum, runs his long fingernails down the side of the chair he seems constantly on the verge of leaping out of. He is so exuberant that "everybody says, 'Are you on uppers, are you on speed?' And I say, 'No, man, I've just got this natural kick-in-the-ass energy level."
Constantly searching for new outlets for his energy, Holmes does all the stunt work for his films - "scuba diving, flying, sky diving, jumping from building to building, crashing motorcycles."
And he does all this without benefit of artificial stimulants. As a rule, he never takes "any type of narcotic, dope, no pills, not even aspirin, not even Rolaids. I don't drink alcohol, wine, nothing. The hardest thing I ever drink is coffee."
By his own lights, John Holmes is a very moral person. He will rarely give his word on something because "it's a life and death thing with me, when I give it, it sticks. You've got a moral obligation to do what you've said you're gonna do." And he has a personal code that others might envy: "Don't hurt anybody physically or mentally in your whole lifetime... And don't fuck with children."
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Born John Curtis Estes on August 8, 1944, in Pickaway County, Ohio, John never knew his father Carl Estes, a railroad laborer. A few years later, his mother Mary changed his last name to that of her husband, the alcoholic Edward Holmes, a carpenter. John was the youngest of three boys and a girl. The future stud remembers his dad puking over the kids. Mary was a Bible-thumping Baptist always yelling at her husband.
John's mom married Harold when he was eight, and they moved to a small house in Pataskala, Ohio. A shy boy, John had a perfect attendance record at Baptist Bible classes and a tense relationship with his manic-depressive stepfather who occasionally became violent.
John got his mother's permission to join the army at age 16 and spent three years in Germany with the Signal Corps.
After leaving the service, he hitchhiked to Los Angeles where he worked odd jobs.
While driving an ambulance, John met a nurse, Sharon Gebenini, who worked at USC County General on a team pioneering open-heart surgery. In August 1965, he married Sharon, still a virgin, at Fort Ord, California.
While driving a forklift truck in and out of a freezer, John suffered (three times over nine months) a collapsed lung. While recovering, he hung out at a [words=http://www.mattersofsize.com/forum/showthread.php?83810-MoS-Online-Texas-Holdem-Poker-League-and-Tournament-to-win-P-E-Prizes!!!]poker[/words] club in Gardena. One day in the bathroom he met a man who talked him into doing porno.
John began
hanging out at Crossroads of the World, a Hollywood landmark on Sunset Blvd. Miniature sound stages frequently used for pornography lay behind the storefront facades. Most of John's early assignments were for magazine works, according to adult entertainment King. "I even had to keep my underwear on since showing a man's ass was illegal… Then they began to get really chancy and off came the underwear. For a series of shots, I had to dry hump a girl model. Everything was simulated…"
As American became increasingly permissive during the 1960s, John specialized in 8mm loops of hardcore sex.
One afternoon in 1968, according to the 6/15/89 Rolling Stone article, Sharon came home early from work and found John measuring his penis. She went into her bedroom and laid down. Twenty minutes later John appeared. He had a full erection.
"It's incredible," said John.
"What?"
"It goes from five inches all the way to ten. Ten inches long! Four inches around!"
"That's great," said Sharon, turning a page of her magazine. "You want me to call the press?"
John stared at her for a long time before he spoke. "I've got to tell you that I've been doing something else, and I think I want to make it my life's work."
"I was appalled," remembers Sharon, who's never seen a porno film.
That encounter in the bathroom marked the beginning of the end of their relationship, though it stumbled on for twelve more years. Sharon bought the food and provided for John, while he spent his adult entertainment earnings on himself. They slept in the same bed for the next decade but soon quit having sex.
"I loved the scHydromaxuck," said Sharon. "I just didn't like what he was doing."
Holmes' dick was not 4 inches in girth, that's for sure.
But I think this is a pretty decent picture of young John.
