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My First Masturbation To Porn – A True Story free porn video
My first masturbation to porn happened with the September 1977 issue of Penthouse magazine, and this is my true story. A year before, in 1976 during summer break from school, my friend Bob introduced me to porn. He was taking care of a neighbor’s pets while they were on vacation, so he had access to their home. He had found a huge pile of old Playboy magazines in their garage. One day, he took me over there to show me the magazines.
We flipped through them without saying a word. My heart raced and my dick grew. I had never seen such gorgeous girls in such slutty poses! I had a huge boner which I was hoping he wouldn’t see. Trying to hide my big erect cock in my pants, I went home and masturbated like crazy to the porn images I had seen.
Shortly after that, we moved to a new town, but the memory of those hot magazines and pictures of slutty beautiful women stayed with me, and I wanted more! At my new home, I noticed that in our large grocery store near my house there was a big camera and magazine section, inside the store, but in a separate area. In my frequent trips to buy film there I noticed that they had lots of porn magazines behind the counter. Playboy, Penthouse, Oui, Gallery and many more were there, but you had to ask for them. I was far too shy and afraid of the counter ladies to ask for one. They looked about the same age as my mom and I was worried they would be disproving, or worse, would tell my mom!
But after seeing all that hot porn behind the counter, I would stroke my really erect and hard cock thinking about that porn! I knew I had to buy one of those magazines to masturbate with. The idea grew and the desire got stronger as the months went by. During the summer of 1977 my family took a two week trip out of town. I had to stay home because I had a part time job. This was my perfect opportunity! If I could just buy one of those magazines I could masturbate non stop for days and days in my empty house!
Working up the nerve, I road my bike to the store. My cock was hard and I had to hide it by having my hands in my pants pockets as I walked into the magazine and film section. But once there, I became too nervous to walk up to the counter. I pretended to look at the cameras and other items for sale. Families came and went, buying film or other items at the counter. I just couldn’t buy porn with people behind or in front of me at the counter! I waited for the counter to be empty of customers. Time went by, and more time, and even more time! After spending a long long time waiting for an opportunity when nobody would be at the counter, my time finally came! The counter was empty of customers, and there was just a little old lady working behind the counter.
I walked up to the counter, my heart racing, but I was so nervous! But as she walked up to me I lost my nerve! It was like trying to buy porn from my grandmother!
“Can I help you?” She asked.
“Umm, yes.” I stammered. I chickened out.
“I’d like to buy a roll of film please.”
After paying for my absolutely un-needed film and being completely humiliated at my failure I slowly peddled my bike back to my house.
But, the idea of masturbating to images of sexy women only grew stronger. I masturbated that night, naked in bed, spreading oil on my cock and balls. I stroked my cock up and down, pumping it hard as I imaged buying that porn and looking at it. I had a huge orgasm thinking about buying that porn at the store.
The next day, I once again screwed up my courage and peddled back to the store. My cock was hard entering the store, but quickly softened. There was a man and woman working behind the counter. Again I pretended to be interested in other items, and again I had to wait for various people to buy things from the counter. After half an hour of pretending to shop, the woman behind the counter came around to me, probably suspicious that I was up to something due to how long I was standing around looking.
“Can I help you young man?” She asked.
“Uhhh, no thank you!” I stuttered to her. “Just looking.”
“I see,” she said. “Well if you need anything just let me know.” She walked back to the counter.
Again my heart was racing, and again I felt the lack of courage and humiliation rising up in me. I was on the verge of chickening out again, but felt such a strong desire to buy a magazine of porn! And then suddenly, the counter became briefly empty of customers and I realized it was now or never if I was going to get that porn!
My heart was racing so fast I thought I was going to have a heart attack! I walked up to the counter, it seemed like a mile away. I felt like everyone in the store was looking at me! At the counter, the woman came up to me again.
“Can I help you young man?” She asked again.
“Yes” I managed to croak out of my suddenly dry mouth, I felt like I was about to pass out. My face was hot feeling, my hear racing, I’m sure I was blushing.
I looked at the magazines behind the counter, trying to determine which one would have the most slutty porn for me to feast my eyes on and masturbate my hard cock to.
“Ummm, a Pent - Penthouse magazine p-please.” I managed to stutter to her.
A frown briefly touched her face, but without a word she turned, reached down to a Penthouse magazine in the rack, which was covered in a plastic bag, and handed it to me.
“Anything else?” She asked.
“No thank, thank you.” I stammered.
My heart was beating so fast I thought I was going to pass out right there. I paid for my porn, she put the magazine in a paper bag and handed it to me. VICTORY! I was excited beyond belief!
Without another word I instantly turned and trying not to run, headed for the exit as fast as I could. I had done it! I was so excited! I had bought my first porn magazine! My cock was rock hard again and I wanted so bad to touch it!
I peddled my back the fastest I think I had ever peddled it and ran into my bedroom, my porn magazine still in the bag. I took off my clothes, spread a towel on the bed, put baby oil on my cock, and then very slowly pulled my treasure out of the paper bag.
I stroked my rock hard and slippery cock as I pealed the plastic bag away from the Sept 1977 issue of Penthouse magazine and brought it out. I slid my hand up and down my cock’s slippery hardness while looking at the cover photo, which was of a shapely nude woman, her lower half hidden by a sexy pair of panties, her naked belly and bottoms of her big breasts showing from underneath the closed blinds of a window, her eyes peaking out from the parted blinds above.
I opened the magazine, hoping for porn, and was rewarded beyond my wildest dreams. There were pages and pages of the hottest stories and images I had ever seen. I stroked my slick, hard cock as I read each story, looked at each photo spread. I could only stroke through a few pages before the urge to shoot my hot, sticky, white cum overwhelmed me. I shot a huge load all over the towel, making sure I didn’t get any on my precious porn magazine.
Each night thereafter, and multiple times during the day, I would get naked, lie on my bed, view the pages and pages of porn and cum hard. The biggest orgasms however were always at the pet of the month.
She was a very sexy Asian woman with big tits and an amazing cunt, which she displayed as she masturbated with oil, her fingers playing with her clit and appearing to be slightly entering her cunt. I probably had 100 major orgasms just with her spread, and it took me a long time before I could masturbate past her spread to the rest of the magazine. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I was learning the fine art of edging, something I can do now for hours on end!
Eventually, I masturbated my way through the whole magazine and got the urge for more Penthouse magazine porn. I ended up visiting that store many more times over the months. For the next two years, especially after I got my driver’s license and could drive myself to the mall book store, I bought each month’s issue of Penthouse, and eventually tried Chic, Hustler and a few others. Late in 1978 I got my first girlfriend, and after that I didn’t need to buy magazine porn anymore!
I guess to this day I still am hooked on that feeling of nerves because even though I don’t need the magazines anymore (thanks xhamster!), I’ll still from time to time venture to my local adult book store. Just to feel that nervous sexual energy of forbidden fruit!
Interestingly, I just recently found on the internet pictures of the cover of that magazine, and the actual photos of that hot Asian woman that I used to cum to over and over again. I’m putting them in my photos section for you to see. And you know what? The funny thing is I masturbated over them again today and once again she brought me off! Damn, porn is wonderful!
What about you? When was the first time you masturbated to porn? Leave a comment!
We flipped through them without saying a word. My heart raced and my dick grew. I had never seen such gorgeous girls in such slutty poses! I had a huge boner which I was hoping he wouldn’t see. Trying to hide my big erect cock in my pants, I went home and masturbated like crazy to the porn images I had seen.
Shortly after that, we moved to a new town, but the memory of those hot magazines and pictures of slutty beautiful women stayed with me, and I wanted more! At my new home, I noticed that in our large grocery store near my house there was a big camera and magazine section, inside the store, but in a separate area. In my frequent trips to buy film there I noticed that they had lots of porn magazines behind the counter. Playboy, Penthouse, Oui, Gallery and many more were there, but you had to ask for them. I was far too shy and afraid of the counter ladies to ask for one. They looked about the same age as my mom and I was worried they would be disproving, or worse, would tell my mom!
But after seeing all that hot porn behind the counter, I would stroke my really erect and hard cock thinking about that porn! I knew I had to buy one of those magazines to masturbate with. The idea grew and the desire got stronger as the months went by. During the summer of 1977 my family took a two week trip out of town. I had to stay home because I had a part time job. This was my perfect opportunity! If I could just buy one of those magazines I could masturbate non stop for days and days in my empty house!
Working up the nerve, I road my bike to the store. My cock was hard and I had to hide it by having my hands in my pants pockets as I walked into the magazine and film section. But once there, I became too nervous to walk up to the counter. I pretended to look at the cameras and other items for sale. Families came and went, buying film or other items at the counter. I just couldn’t buy porn with people behind or in front of me at the counter! I waited for the counter to be empty of customers. Time went by, and more time, and even more time! After spending a long long time waiting for an opportunity when nobody would be at the counter, my time finally came! The counter was empty of customers, and there was just a little old lady working behind the counter.
I walked up to the counter, my heart racing, but I was so nervous! But as she walked up to me I lost my nerve! It was like trying to buy porn from my grandmother!
“Can I help you?” She asked.
“Umm, yes.” I stammered. I chickened out.
“I’d like to buy a roll of film please.”
After paying for my absolutely un-needed film and being completely humiliated at my failure I slowly peddled my bike back to my house.
But, the idea of masturbating to images of sexy women only grew stronger. I masturbated that night, naked in bed, spreading oil on my cock and balls. I stroked my cock up and down, pumping it hard as I imaged buying that porn and looking at it. I had a huge orgasm thinking about buying that porn at the store.
The next day, I once again screwed up my courage and peddled back to the store. My cock was hard entering the store, but quickly softened. There was a man and woman working behind the counter. Again I pretended to be interested in other items, and again I had to wait for various people to buy things from the counter. After half an hour of pretending to shop, the woman behind the counter came around to me, probably suspicious that I was up to something due to how long I was standing around looking.
“Can I help you young man?” She asked.
“Uhhh, no thank you!” I stuttered to her. “Just looking.”
“I see,” she said. “Well if you need anything just let me know.” She walked back to the counter.
Again my heart was racing, and again I felt the lack of courage and humiliation rising up in me. I was on the verge of chickening out again, but felt such a strong desire to buy a magazine of porn! And then suddenly, the counter became briefly empty of customers and I realized it was now or never if I was going to get that porn!
My heart was racing so fast I thought I was going to have a heart attack! I walked up to the counter, it seemed like a mile away. I felt like everyone in the store was looking at me! At the counter, the woman came up to me again.
“Can I help you young man?” She asked again.
“Yes” I managed to croak out of my suddenly dry mouth, I felt like I was about to pass out. My face was hot feeling, my hear racing, I’m sure I was blushing.
I looked at the magazines behind the counter, trying to determine which one would have the most slutty porn for me to feast my eyes on and masturbate my hard cock to.
“Ummm, a Pent - Penthouse magazine p-please.” I managed to stutter to her.
A frown briefly touched her face, but without a word she turned, reached down to a Penthouse magazine in the rack, which was covered in a plastic bag, and handed it to me.
“Anything else?” She asked.
“No thank, thank you.” I stammered.
My heart was beating so fast I thought I was going to pass out right there. I paid for my porn, she put the magazine in a paper bag and handed it to me. VICTORY! I was excited beyond belief!
Without another word I instantly turned and trying not to run, headed for the exit as fast as I could. I had done it! I was so excited! I had bought my first porn magazine! My cock was rock hard again and I wanted so bad to touch it!
I peddled my back the fastest I think I had ever peddled it and ran into my bedroom, my porn magazine still in the bag. I took off my clothes, spread a towel on the bed, put baby oil on my cock, and then very slowly pulled my treasure out of the paper bag.
I stroked my rock hard and slippery cock as I pealed the plastic bag away from the Sept 1977 issue of Penthouse magazine and brought it out. I slid my hand up and down my cock’s slippery hardness while looking at the cover photo, which was of a shapely nude woman, her lower half hidden by a sexy pair of panties, her naked belly and bottoms of her big breasts showing from underneath the closed blinds of a window, her eyes peaking out from the parted blinds above.
I opened the magazine, hoping for porn, and was rewarded beyond my wildest dreams. There were pages and pages of the hottest stories and images I had ever seen. I stroked my slick, hard cock as I read each story, looked at each photo spread. I could only stroke through a few pages before the urge to shoot my hot, sticky, white cum overwhelmed me. I shot a huge load all over the towel, making sure I didn’t get any on my precious porn magazine.
Each night thereafter, and multiple times during the day, I would get naked, lie on my bed, view the pages and pages of porn and cum hard. The biggest orgasms however were always at the pet of the month.
She was a very sexy Asian woman with big tits and an amazing cunt, which she displayed as she masturbated with oil, her fingers playing with her clit and appearing to be slightly entering her cunt. I probably had 100 major orgasms just with her spread, and it took me a long time before I could masturbate past her spread to the rest of the magazine. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I was learning the fine art of edging, something I can do now for hours on end!
Eventually, I masturbated my way through the whole magazine and got the urge for more Penthouse magazine porn. I ended up visiting that store many more times over the months. For the next two years, especially after I got my driver’s license and could drive myself to the mall book store, I bought each month’s issue of Penthouse, and eventually tried Chic, Hustler and a few others. Late in 1978 I got my first girlfriend, and after that I didn’t need to buy magazine porn anymore!
I guess to this day I still am hooked on that feeling of nerves because even though I don’t need the magazines anymore (thanks xhamster!), I’ll still from time to time venture to my local adult book store. Just to feel that nervous sexual energy of forbidden fruit!
Interestingly, I just recently found on the internet pictures of the cover of that magazine, and the actual photos of that hot Asian woman that I used to cum to over and over again. I’m putting them in my photos section for you to see. And you know what? The funny thing is I masturbated over them again today and once again she brought me off! Damn, porn is wonderful!
What about you? When was the first time you masturbated to porn? Leave a comment!
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