The first time I jacked off thinking about ********** was in high school. A conversation I'd overheard gave me fuel for fantasy. Evidently, some of my classmates had lied about their age and got into a "dirty movie". I remember sneaking in to see "the summer of 42" and that was only R then- mild by our standards- it would probably be shown unedited on t.v. today. They said a good looking, muscular guy was standing in front of an old dresser admiring himself in the mirror, flexing and primping. Suddenly, hands appeared with scissors (someone inside the dresser reaching thru drawer? image was unclear then to me as they described it). The guy fell back onto a bed, holding his mutilated crotch, and foamed at the mouth as he died. Anyone have any idea what movie this could have been. Sometime in the early 70's it played at the movies.