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The Beginning Of My Curiosity (pt 1) free porn video
I had been thinking about it for while, a long while. Since my teens when I found that paperback book. I could not believe my luck! I had stopped at a yard sale while out for bike ride on the 8th day of camping. Anything to break up the boredom! It was a "loaner" from the campground. One of those three wheel bikes with the huge basket on the back. I was an avid reader and stopped to check out a box of books marked "free". There was the usual assortment of westerns and romance novels as well as a few of the classics. I was camping with my parents. (Oh joy! Stuck in a Motor home in the middle of no place for two weeks with just Mom and Dad. My dream vacation! LOL) Nothing really caught my eye but hell, I needed SOMETHING to kill the time! I asked the lady "How many can I take?" She replied "Take them all if you want. I just want them gone." So I grabbed the whole box and thew it into the basket. I figured I would sort them when I got back to the campground. The campground had a few books to borrow at the camp office (I had read all I was interested in.) and I figured I would drop off what I did not want there. Getting back to our camp site, my parents had left a note saying they went for a walk. Cool, that gives me time to sort the books with out being interrupted. The books were stacked on edge so the spines were facing up so you could read the titles. About three or four layers. Must have been 25-30 books in the box. I sorted out the romance novels and tagged them immediately to take to the office. Next were the westerns, not really my thing but it could be worse. I found a few scifi/fantasy books and couple of classics I had not read yet and stashed them aside for later perusal. As I got closer to the bottom of the box JACKPOT! Porn! The first title that caught my eye was "Stewardess in heat!". I looked around to see if my parents were coming or if anyone else was around. Nope! All clear. The next few were more of the same, "Taming A Nymph" "Hot School Girls in Lust" "Susie's Love Education" and the like. Corny titles looking back on it now, but then it sounded so HOT! Pure stroke material. About 15 or so books in all. I was flipping through them as I was sorting them, I got about half though the "dirty books" and seen my parents walking up the road, they had stopped at the camp office and I figured I had better hide the good stuff! I scooped them up and looked for a place to hide them. I remembered the cabinet on the back of the motor home that held the spare tire. I figured that they would be safe enough there unless we got a flat on the way home and stuffed them in there. This was awesome! I had stroke bait for weeks if I could get them home.
The next day When my parents went for their walk I decided to take another gander at my treasure hoard. I had only read the titles of about six or so before I had to hide them. I was eager to check out the rest. The first few were more of the same some hokey title mean to grab the average pervs eye. "Teen Age Nympho" and the like. About the third one grabbed was something different "Switch Hitting Couples" was the title. I remember thinking "What does Baseball have to do with sex?" LOL. It had a drawing of two couples on the front, both guys were in what i guessed were baseball or softball uniforms. The two guys had their paints unzipped and their penises were out for display. Th wives were waling into the locker room. One guy had a shocked look on his face as he looked at the two ladies. The other a had a wry smile on his. At the time that title did not interest me as much as "Cheerleader Sluts" did So I put it back in it's hiding spot. The next really shocked me! It was called "Roman Slave Boys" it had a muscular centurion on the cover with a hard on jutting out from under his tunic, he was bending a (much) younger naked guy over a chariot wheel. The younger guy had his hands chained to the wheel and a collar and chain around his neck. He was looking over his shoulder apprehensively as the centurion grinned down at his waiting ass. Holy cow! I had heard about "fags" and "queers" from guys at school. Mostly as a insult directed at people they didn't like. I was from a small town and didn't know any gay men. I thought they only were in the big cities! Oh, there were rumors about the art teacher and one of the gym coaches and how they secretly watched the boys sower in the locker room. I am sure that is the case in a lot of schools. But to actually SEE something "gay", well that was a different story all together! I thought "Maybe I should get rid of this one. What if my Dad found it! What would he think?" I contemplated throwing it away, but what if someone seen me with it? Nope! Too risky! Then I thought "Hey this could work in my favor! If I keep it with the rest And they were found I could say that they obviously weren't mine! I wouldn't have these kind of books!" There were two more in the stash like that one. "Ride a Longhorn" and "Cherry Students". I hid those real well! I grabbed one of the books, the cheerleader one, and some suntan lotion and went into the woods to do some "one handed reading". I had seen nudie magazines before. But there were no pictures in the book only on the cover . So I had to read to get my kicks. No problem! This vacation just go better by leaps and bounds! I figured when my parents were gone I would jack off in the bathroom of the motor home. When they were there I could sneak to a place in the woods.
The next day (day 10), My parents did not leave camp. I was quite disappointed. I could not get to my new library. I moped around the campsite for a few hours reading the normal books i had found. But i could not take my mind off the real find of the trip. My Dad suggested I go for a bike ride. Not a bad idea! I decided to go back to the yard sale I had stopped at to see if they had any more books. I knew it was a long shot but I had nothing better to do so off I went. I got to the sale and the lady said she did not have any more books but there was a box of magazines in the garage if I wanted the I could have them. Seems her son had gone to college last year and decided to stay on campus that summer and work. She was cleaning out his room and garage of the stuff she thought he would no longer want. I said OK, and she showed me the box of magazines. Mostly Sports Illustrated, Popular Mechanics and stuff. at the bottom there were a couple of old porn mags. Just as I discovered them she happened to walk by. She jumped a bit and said "Whoops! Not those ones." and laughed as she took them away. I thought "Man, if she knew what she had already gave me she would faint dead away!". I took the rest of the magazines any way. I was hoping she missed one. I got back to camp with my stack of periodicals and started to go through them. I looked all though them. Nothing. All of them were just regular stuff. Oh well, I grabbed a handful and went to the bed I was using. It had a curtain to separate it from the rest of the motor home. There was a light in it so I could read. I thumbed trough one on hunting, then one on cars. It killed the time until I could get to the good stuff. I had moved on to an issue on sports, as I opened it up BAM! There it was. Hidden in the middle of one of the sports mag was what I had given up hope of finding! Not only was it a nudie mag but it was a hard core one! Penetration and all! It had about three storied if you can call them that. I quickly looked at the rest of the ones I had with me. No dice. I shoved the good one under the blankets and headed out to exchange the ones I had for a some others. All in all I had found two more. Just like the novels one of them had some bisexual pictures in it. I hid the three of them under the mattress of my bed. I got out of bed and put the magazines back and started looking through the novels trying to find one that had a loose cover. One of the westerns had a cover that had separated from the spine. I took the cover and wrapped it around the porn novel I had hidden in the motor home.
There were only three days left before we were going to head home from the camp. I think I used a half a bottle of suntan lotion and rubbed myself raw in those three days! My parents had grown tired of going for walks so they had stuck close to camp. I had to make do with the one novel I had camouflaged with the cover of the western book and the three hardcore books under my mattress. The day before we left I stuck the magazine with the Bisexual pictures under my shirt and headed for my private sanctuary in the woods. I had put the other two to good use and needed new "inspiration". I promised myself I'd only look at the pages with guy girl action. NOT the gay stuff! I made it to my spot, pulled out my dick and lubed up. I sat on a stump I had covered with an old towel I had taken from the motor home. I opened the first page and got to work. The first couple pages were the normal guy girl stuff. There were two couples, both guys were laying side by side as the ladies were giving them blowjobs. It went from one couple to the next with close ups of each girl sucking her man. They were facing each other and looking into each others eyes. The next page the two ladies had started kissing each other while jacking the guys cocks. This was great! I had not gotten a blow job yet but if it felt anything near as good as my hand did at this moment I know it had to be incredible! I was slowly stroking my cock staying away from the head. I was trying to make it last. I knew that if I touched the head of my penis too much I's cum too quickly. I turned the page and The girls had moved closer to eah other they no longer were paying any attention to the guys! They were making out hot and heavy as they played with each others pussies. The tits of both girls weer pressed against each other while they fingered one another. The guys had moved into a sitting position rubbing the girls back with one hand while jacking themselves off. This was getting good! Looking over to the next page, the guys had reached over and were masturbating each other! I had never thought about two guys playing with each other. The thought had never crossed my mind. I stared at that picture for what felt like five minutes, I had never been so hard in all my life! It felt so strange to be turned on so much by something I had always been told was wrong. Guys don't touch each other! But all I could think about was what it would feel like to have someone else's dick in my hand. Would it be as warm as mine? Could I make him cum as well as I can myself? I mean, I know how good I can make myself feel so I figured I could get him off in no time flat! After all, I knew what I was doing, I had had lots of practice! What would it feel like for someone else to play with mine? Would they know how to do it right? Did they do it differently than I did? Could they do it better? I mean its not really "sex" its jacking off. That can't count as gay can it? My hand had sped up considerably, No more was I holding back. I was going full throttle. My grip had tightened and I was pistoning all the way up and down the entire shaft. I started to rotate my grip as when I reached the head. It felt sooo good. My breathing was getting heavier and my pulse was racing. I don't think I could have stopped if I wanted to. And for sure, I did not want to! I stared at the two guys jacking each other off and fucked my hand so hard. By then my hips were thrusting up to meat my down stroke and my head was swimming. My whole world consisted of my cock and that picture. Nothing else mattered! I was getting close. My body wast tensing up. The motion of my hand had gotten more stiff. I could feel my balls start tot tighten ups ans mu cum raced up to the tip of my prick. The head of my penis had become so sensitive I could barely touch it. I was holding my breath. My eye sight started to blur. Cum erupted from my dick so hard it hit me in the face! The first two shots hit me in the chin and almost to my bottom lip! I had came had enough to cover my own chest before never had I shot that far before! I was a little shocked at first but it was so intense by the second spert I could care less where it went! There must have been seven or eight shots before I was done. I felt like I was going to pass out. It was by far the best orgasm I had ever had so far. I realized I had been holding my breath and let out a big sigh. I stood there panting and shaking. It took a bit before my eyesight came back to normal. I sat there for a moment trying to get my wits about me. It was then I remembered the cum on my face. I looked down and my chest, belly and legs had cum puddles every where. I could not believe I could cum so much! I stood up and used the towel I had been sitting on to clean up. First my face. (I was a little grossed out about that!) Then the rest of me. I looked over at the magazine shocked I had been so turned on by two guys!
The next day was spent mostly cleaning the campsite and packing the Motor Home. I was quite nervous that My parents would find the books hidden in the spare tire compartment but it was never opened. As long as we did not have a flat on the way home I was in the clear. I could not manage to seek away that day. Every time I would try something would require my help. I really wanted to check more of the bisexual pictures out! It was all I was thinking about! I was very tempted to browse through the book that night while I was supposed to be sleeping. I resisted because I wanted to wait until I could do it with my dick in my hand. That orgasm was so fucking good I wanted to cum like that again. I was afraid that if I looked at all the pictures it wouldn't be as good when I jacked off the second time. So I laid in bed with thought of what it would be like to play with another guy. Of course girls would HAVE to be there too! It wouldn't be "gay" if there were girls there. That didn't help me get to sleep at all! I finally fell asleep after a bit, frustrated as hell.
The next morning, I was woken up by my Dad. It was time to get going. The drive home was uneventful. Just miles and miles of boring travel. I thought about how I was going to get the books into the house when we got home. Where would I put them then? I felt pretty confident they were safe where they were at. If no one had opened that compartment all this time I figured it probably would not get opened for a while. About three hours of driving and we were home. We unpacked the motor home and parked it in the backyard. I think all of us were content to be done with it for a while. After an hour or so, my parents went to get groceries. This was my chance! I waited a few minutes to make sure they were gone and then went out to the motor home and retrieved my souvenirs. I brought them into the house and took them to the basement. It was mostly used for storage and for a place for me and my friends to hang out. My parents rarely went down there. If the needed anything the sent me to get it. There was an old book shelf that was deep enough to hold two rows of books. Most were filled with old college text books, encyclopedias and musty hardcover books from my grandfathers collection. The books were only one row deep and pulled to the edge so you could see the titles. I place most of the books, the straight ones, behind the college text books on the bottom shelf. I had never seen anyone looking at one and I had a good idea that nobody was going to need a 1950's chemistry book anytime soon! The gay and bisexual ones I placed behind the musty old hard cover books on the top shelf. I knew I wanted to show my friends my collection at some point but did not want them to see the "special" books so a second hiding place was called for.
The next day When my parents went for their walk I decided to take another gander at my treasure hoard. I had only read the titles of about six or so before I had to hide them. I was eager to check out the rest. The first few were more of the same some hokey title mean to grab the average pervs eye. "Teen Age Nympho" and the like. About the third one grabbed was something different "Switch Hitting Couples" was the title. I remember thinking "What does Baseball have to do with sex?" LOL. It had a drawing of two couples on the front, both guys were in what i guessed were baseball or softball uniforms. The two guys had their paints unzipped and their penises were out for display. Th wives were waling into the locker room. One guy had a shocked look on his face as he looked at the two ladies. The other a had a wry smile on his. At the time that title did not interest me as much as "Cheerleader Sluts" did So I put it back in it's hiding spot. The next really shocked me! It was called "Roman Slave Boys" it had a muscular centurion on the cover with a hard on jutting out from under his tunic, he was bending a (much) younger naked guy over a chariot wheel. The younger guy had his hands chained to the wheel and a collar and chain around his neck. He was looking over his shoulder apprehensively as the centurion grinned down at his waiting ass. Holy cow! I had heard about "fags" and "queers" from guys at school. Mostly as a insult directed at people they didn't like. I was from a small town and didn't know any gay men. I thought they only were in the big cities! Oh, there were rumors about the art teacher and one of the gym coaches and how they secretly watched the boys sower in the locker room. I am sure that is the case in a lot of schools. But to actually SEE something "gay", well that was a different story all together! I thought "Maybe I should get rid of this one. What if my Dad found it! What would he think?" I contemplated throwing it away, but what if someone seen me with it? Nope! Too risky! Then I thought "Hey this could work in my favor! If I keep it with the rest And they were found I could say that they obviously weren't mine! I wouldn't have these kind of books!" There were two more in the stash like that one. "Ride a Longhorn" and "Cherry Students". I hid those real well! I grabbed one of the books, the cheerleader one, and some suntan lotion and went into the woods to do some "one handed reading". I had seen nudie magazines before. But there were no pictures in the book only on the cover . So I had to read to get my kicks. No problem! This vacation just go better by leaps and bounds! I figured when my parents were gone I would jack off in the bathroom of the motor home. When they were there I could sneak to a place in the woods.
The next day (day 10), My parents did not leave camp. I was quite disappointed. I could not get to my new library. I moped around the campsite for a few hours reading the normal books i had found. But i could not take my mind off the real find of the trip. My Dad suggested I go for a bike ride. Not a bad idea! I decided to go back to the yard sale I had stopped at to see if they had any more books. I knew it was a long shot but I had nothing better to do so off I went. I got to the sale and the lady said she did not have any more books but there was a box of magazines in the garage if I wanted the I could have them. Seems her son had gone to college last year and decided to stay on campus that summer and work. She was cleaning out his room and garage of the stuff she thought he would no longer want. I said OK, and she showed me the box of magazines. Mostly Sports Illustrated, Popular Mechanics and stuff. at the bottom there were a couple of old porn mags. Just as I discovered them she happened to walk by. She jumped a bit and said "Whoops! Not those ones." and laughed as she took them away. I thought "Man, if she knew what she had already gave me she would faint dead away!". I took the rest of the magazines any way. I was hoping she missed one. I got back to camp with my stack of periodicals and started to go through them. I looked all though them. Nothing. All of them were just regular stuff. Oh well, I grabbed a handful and went to the bed I was using. It had a curtain to separate it from the rest of the motor home. There was a light in it so I could read. I thumbed trough one on hunting, then one on cars. It killed the time until I could get to the good stuff. I had moved on to an issue on sports, as I opened it up BAM! There it was. Hidden in the middle of one of the sports mag was what I had given up hope of finding! Not only was it a nudie mag but it was a hard core one! Penetration and all! It had about three storied if you can call them that. I quickly looked at the rest of the ones I had with me. No dice. I shoved the good one under the blankets and headed out to exchange the ones I had for a some others. All in all I had found two more. Just like the novels one of them had some bisexual pictures in it. I hid the three of them under the mattress of my bed. I got out of bed and put the magazines back and started looking through the novels trying to find one that had a loose cover. One of the westerns had a cover that had separated from the spine. I took the cover and wrapped it around the porn novel I had hidden in the motor home.
There were only three days left before we were going to head home from the camp. I think I used a half a bottle of suntan lotion and rubbed myself raw in those three days! My parents had grown tired of going for walks so they had stuck close to camp. I had to make do with the one novel I had camouflaged with the cover of the western book and the three hardcore books under my mattress. The day before we left I stuck the magazine with the Bisexual pictures under my shirt and headed for my private sanctuary in the woods. I had put the other two to good use and needed new "inspiration". I promised myself I'd only look at the pages with guy girl action. NOT the gay stuff! I made it to my spot, pulled out my dick and lubed up. I sat on a stump I had covered with an old towel I had taken from the motor home. I opened the first page and got to work. The first couple pages were the normal guy girl stuff. There were two couples, both guys were laying side by side as the ladies were giving them blowjobs. It went from one couple to the next with close ups of each girl sucking her man. They were facing each other and looking into each others eyes. The next page the two ladies had started kissing each other while jacking the guys cocks. This was great! I had not gotten a blow job yet but if it felt anything near as good as my hand did at this moment I know it had to be incredible! I was slowly stroking my cock staying away from the head. I was trying to make it last. I knew that if I touched the head of my penis too much I's cum too quickly. I turned the page and The girls had moved closer to eah other they no longer were paying any attention to the guys! They were making out hot and heavy as they played with each others pussies. The tits of both girls weer pressed against each other while they fingered one another. The guys had moved into a sitting position rubbing the girls back with one hand while jacking themselves off. This was getting good! Looking over to the next page, the guys had reached over and were masturbating each other! I had never thought about two guys playing with each other. The thought had never crossed my mind. I stared at that picture for what felt like five minutes, I had never been so hard in all my life! It felt so strange to be turned on so much by something I had always been told was wrong. Guys don't touch each other! But all I could think about was what it would feel like to have someone else's dick in my hand. Would it be as warm as mine? Could I make him cum as well as I can myself? I mean, I know how good I can make myself feel so I figured I could get him off in no time flat! After all, I knew what I was doing, I had had lots of practice! What would it feel like for someone else to play with mine? Would they know how to do it right? Did they do it differently than I did? Could they do it better? I mean its not really "sex" its jacking off. That can't count as gay can it? My hand had sped up considerably, No more was I holding back. I was going full throttle. My grip had tightened and I was pistoning all the way up and down the entire shaft. I started to rotate my grip as when I reached the head. It felt sooo good. My breathing was getting heavier and my pulse was racing. I don't think I could have stopped if I wanted to. And for sure, I did not want to! I stared at the two guys jacking each other off and fucked my hand so hard. By then my hips were thrusting up to meat my down stroke and my head was swimming. My whole world consisted of my cock and that picture. Nothing else mattered! I was getting close. My body wast tensing up. The motion of my hand had gotten more stiff. I could feel my balls start tot tighten ups ans mu cum raced up to the tip of my prick. The head of my penis had become so sensitive I could barely touch it. I was holding my breath. My eye sight started to blur. Cum erupted from my dick so hard it hit me in the face! The first two shots hit me in the chin and almost to my bottom lip! I had came had enough to cover my own chest before never had I shot that far before! I was a little shocked at first but it was so intense by the second spert I could care less where it went! There must have been seven or eight shots before I was done. I felt like I was going to pass out. It was by far the best orgasm I had ever had so far. I realized I had been holding my breath and let out a big sigh. I stood there panting and shaking. It took a bit before my eyesight came back to normal. I sat there for a moment trying to get my wits about me. It was then I remembered the cum on my face. I looked down and my chest, belly and legs had cum puddles every where. I could not believe I could cum so much! I stood up and used the towel I had been sitting on to clean up. First my face. (I was a little grossed out about that!) Then the rest of me. I looked over at the magazine shocked I had been so turned on by two guys!
The next day was spent mostly cleaning the campsite and packing the Motor Home. I was quite nervous that My parents would find the books hidden in the spare tire compartment but it was never opened. As long as we did not have a flat on the way home I was in the clear. I could not manage to seek away that day. Every time I would try something would require my help. I really wanted to check more of the bisexual pictures out! It was all I was thinking about! I was very tempted to browse through the book that night while I was supposed to be sleeping. I resisted because I wanted to wait until I could do it with my dick in my hand. That orgasm was so fucking good I wanted to cum like that again. I was afraid that if I looked at all the pictures it wouldn't be as good when I jacked off the second time. So I laid in bed with thought of what it would be like to play with another guy. Of course girls would HAVE to be there too! It wouldn't be "gay" if there were girls there. That didn't help me get to sleep at all! I finally fell asleep after a bit, frustrated as hell.
The next morning, I was woken up by my Dad. It was time to get going. The drive home was uneventful. Just miles and miles of boring travel. I thought about how I was going to get the books into the house when we got home. Where would I put them then? I felt pretty confident they were safe where they were at. If no one had opened that compartment all this time I figured it probably would not get opened for a while. About three hours of driving and we were home. We unpacked the motor home and parked it in the backyard. I think all of us were content to be done with it for a while. After an hour or so, my parents went to get groceries. This was my chance! I waited a few minutes to make sure they were gone and then went out to the motor home and retrieved my souvenirs. I brought them into the house and took them to the basement. It was mostly used for storage and for a place for me and my friends to hang out. My parents rarely went down there. If the needed anything the sent me to get it. There was an old book shelf that was deep enough to hold two rows of books. Most were filled with old college text books, encyclopedias and musty hardcover books from my grandfathers collection. The books were only one row deep and pulled to the edge so you could see the titles. I place most of the books, the straight ones, behind the college text books on the bottom shelf. I had never seen anyone looking at one and I had a good idea that nobody was going to need a 1950's chemistry book anytime soon! The gay and bisexual ones I placed behind the musty old hard cover books on the top shelf. I knew I wanted to show my friends my collection at some point but did not want them to see the "special" books so a second hiding place was called for.
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