After discovering masturbation at 12 there was no stopping me. My cousin showed me some German nudist magazines. We went out in the woods where no one could see. Pulled our pants down and jacked off looking at the pictures of the healthy, big breasted blondes playing volley ball. They all had nice blonde bushes and hair under their arms (a delight I still cherish). The other thing I noticed was I enjoyed looking at his cock as much as I did the pictures.

I found there were adult bookstores where the clerks weren't too picky about your age if you had cash and the store wasn't crowded. I started buying titles like "Adam", "Peep", and "Tip to Toes". I stashed them all over the house and would furiously masturbate with them whenever I had a chance.

When I was 14 my family took a trip to California (I grew up in the midwest). While we stayed in San Francisco I found an opportunity to get off on my own and take a walk. A walk that, of course, was just an excuse to find some porn. I found several stores selling stuff I had never seen before–people actually fucking. Girls stuffing dicks in their mouths. Hardcore porn. In the back of one store was a line of peep show machines. For a quarter you could watch girls with big tits shake them around or stick their fingers in their pussies. It wasn't crowded and I was determined to see every film I could. There was an older man there as well. I could see that he was rubbing his dick through his pants while he watched the movies. Back in those days there were no booths or partitions, just a line of the machines. He kept looking over at me and smiling. He walked over next to me and asked if I liked the movies. I probably nodded. He told me there were some in the back that were even better. I followed him to the back of the store through a beaded curtain. it was darker and smelled of disenfectant. He put a quarter in one of the machines and signaled for me to look. I put my face up to the little window and could see a grainy black and white film of a man sucking another mans dick. I was amazed. Such a thing had never occurred to me. I was surprised. I pulled away from the machine and could see that my friend had his dick out of his pants and was slowly stroking it. He smiled. I guess I did too. he reached over and squeezed the front of my pants. I was hard as a rock. It was the first time anyone besides myself had ever touched it. I remember that he was uncircumcised and that he kept slowly pulling his foreskin back and forth across the glans of his penis while he fondled me. I pulled away. I was afraid I was going to cum in my pants. He reached in his pocket, took out a wad of kleenex, handed it to me. He looked at me and said he wanted to see mine. I was literally trembling as I unzipped and pulled my cock out of my tightie whities. He took hold and began to stroke me off with one hand while he jacked his own dick and made sucking noise with his mouth. Before I knew it I was spurting cum all over his arm. He kind of laughed at me a little and then took my hand and put it on his dick. I wasn't very good at it. I really had trouble figuring out how to give a hand job. he took my hand away and finished the job himself cumming copiously on the floor. He told me he was there everyday around lunch time and that I should come back whenever I had the chance.

I wanted to. I really wanted to. But, I could never get the chance to get away from my family. We left two days later. Every time we stopped for gas I would go to the bathroom and jack off. I was masturbating 2 or 3 times a day thinking about that shop in SanFrancisco. I'm pretty sure my mother must have thought I had a bladder infection.

Next. I get laid!