posted before but....
I agree. Hanging around outside. Waiting until the shop was empty, I'd get more and more excited - and nervous - about the thrill of going in to buy them. I'd scan the top shelf (this is the UK in the 70s/80s) and take a couple of mags down, flicking them open. Then the exciting/embarrassing bit - taking the mags to the sales counter with a raging hard on and the knowing look from the female sales assistant who (deliberately, I think) took an age to look for the price of each, ring them up, and laying them on the counter in full view while she took the money and opened the till and sorted the change. And me getting redder and redder as a queue behind formed and she going as slowly as possible to make me squirm as she fiddled with a brown paper bag and finally the relief as she handed them to me with sometimes the steely 'enjoy yourself' comment, heavy with all its implied meaning, you wanker, you loser...
And then the excitement of smuggling them indoors, cock bulging with anticipation. Carefully opening the brown wrapper later in bed, then opening up to see all those Escort lovelies in stockings and suspenders, all that hairy cunt. Then a long slow wank, edging and edging, building up the pleasure. Then, when you'd found the most exciting pic or the horniest reader's letter, the huge release of spunk, spurting onto chest, face and bedroom wall.
Many nights maybe weeks with the new magazines, masturbating to several climaxes until you were wanting new images, new stories - and having to go through it all again, the thrill building at the thought.
Mmmm, I particularly liked Mary Millington in Playbirds - she was one of the first in the UK who loved to spread her pussy for the camera. God only knows how many times she helped me cum :-)

I enjoyed wanking off to this mag!
It had the feel of days gone by, when top-shelf magazines were the only porn available to me.
Need less to say, I spilt my creamy seed masturbating over the hot, hot pages!

I nearly got caught so many times. I'd be wanking in bed with a girlie mag (hidden behind a golf magazine or something) when my mum just would come in with clean washing and I'd try to cover up hastily. But I was embarrassingly guilty looking I'm sure and it didn't fool her. At one point, I used to hump my pillow, imagining I was fucking, and had a sock tied around my cock which I used to shoot off into. I'd then stick it under my bed to 'dispose' of in the morning. Well of course I forgot to do that and when I came home from school that day the freshly laundered sock was on my pillow! I didn't say a word - and neither did she! Lol

As a teenager, whilst on holiday, I found a pair of lacy, dirty knickers behind a drawer. The gusset was stained and smelled musky. I thought that must be what a cunt smells like and was rock hard immediately. Later I played with them as I masturbated, sniffing at them and imagining the pussy they had been wrapped around and wishing I could be fucking it. Since then I was hooked taking every and any opportunity to sneak a sniff at any knickers available. I still borrow my wifes too when I feel the need.

As a teenager, whilst on holiday, I found a pair of lacy, dirty knickers behind a drawer. The gusset was stained and smelled musky. I thought that must be what a cunt smells like and was rock hard immediately. Later I played with them as I masturbated, sniffing at them and imagining the pussy they had been wrapped around and wishing I could be fucking it. Since then I was hooked, taking every and any opportunity to sneak a sniff at any knickers available. I still borrow my wifes too, when I feel the need.

I also have been into lesbian sex since I was about 13, having found an old black and white German porn magazine when staying over with a school friend. I was absolutely spellbound and masturbated to it many, many times for the whole week I was there, until my cock was sore and my ejaculate clear and runny.
I particularly love lesbian initiation, with matures (and younger). I often fantasise that my wife is shown the joys of lesbian sex by her oldest school friend (who came out as lesbian 10 years ago in her forties). It always gets me off and has me shooting my load!

Wife's out - so I'm online and masturbating now.
Happy to hook up with anyone...

What a lovely looking snatch!
Would love a pair of her dirty knickers to sniff at as a I wank over her....

What a lovely looking snatch!
Would love a pair of her dirty knickers to sniff at as a I wank over her....

My first memories of masturbation go back to infant school days - so I was probably about six years old. A a young lad, I was into playing on the climbing bars in the school playground at break time. Here I discovered that shinning up the pole made my little penis stiffen. I hadn't noticed that before! Repeatedly simulating the shinning action was really nice, so I kept doing it.... rubbing my cock against the pole. Sure enough, after a short while this wave of pleasure, starting from my rigid penis, flushed out through me!
I had no idea what it was at at the time, but looking back I can recognise it as my first orgasm. It was dry - there was no ejaculation - but nevertheless I had masturbated myself to completion. And I loved it! I remember that my cock was a bit tender for a while afterwards, but by the next breaktime I was ready to go again - so I guess I was already forming the habit. I don't know if anyone else realised what was happening - certainly no-one ever said anything about it - but it must have been obvious to any adult that saw me that here was this lad humping away on the climbing bars, up in the air in full view of everyone else! Completely oblivious to everything and totally focused on getting off - although I had no concept of what that was. It became a daily ritual...
I don't remember when I discovered that I could masturbate without the climbing bars... but on reflection, I must have found that I could get off by humping my pillow in bed. I don't recall any fantasies at the time (they came later!), just the desire to get that feeling and satisfaction.
By the time I got to junior school (aged 7) there were no climbing bars in the playground so that probably was a trigger to my next experience... masturbating by hand. It came via an older boy who lived on the same street. Back in those days (where I lived anyway) kids were allowed a lot more freedom to play outside the home than is the case these days. We would play football or cricket after school or roam the woods nearby. I don't remember the exact circumstances, but I ended up with this older boy by ourselves in the woods. He needed a pee so he unzipped his trousers and fished out his dick.. and I must have stood staring. He wasn't bashful (in fact embarrassment of any kind at any stage didn't come into it at all - more just a a discovering of developing young male bodies) and he let me look. I was amazed at how big his penis was. It was thick, long with a big knob-end and mushroom glans. He was circumcised, and it looked massive compared to my little thing with its flappy foreskin covering. And he had a hairy bush and balls - which I didn't. Anyway, he must have seen my interest, so when I got mine out he asked for a look.
He told me his was like mine when he was my age, so don't worry - mine would get like his in a few years. Wow, I couldn't wait! Then he asked me if I knew about wanking. I had heard kids being called a 'wanker' but didn't know what it meant, just that it was derogatory. So I said, 'No, tell me...'
He started to rub his cock up and down slowly and it began to stiffen. I was transfixed. I knew he was getting a stiffy but I couldn't believe how big he was getting. He said if you rubbed it and played with it you would get a hard-on. I told him I already knew that - I could already get one. And if I humped my pillow it felt really good. He smiled and said that was wanking - but you could do it with your hand, too. By now he was fully erect and pumping his cock, pushing it forwards and back as he masturbated in front of me. His left hand cupped his balls while his right flew up and down his shaft. I could see something glisten at the end of his cock which he spread over his knob. Then he murmured 'Watch this' and with a grunt, and making me jump, he shot out a sticky white stream of creamy spunk which splashed over my socks and shoes and onto the earth. More spurting followed then he slowed and his cum dribbled on to his fingers as he milked out the last drops. He said proudly that it was spunk - and that was wanking.
From then on nothing could hold me back. I wanked off every day I could - I was still dry but loved the sensation. Then came the joys of ejaculation - but that's another story! I've masturbated whenever I can all through married life and still do most days!! Long gone are the days when I could shoot my spunk over my chest and face, but a reasonable spurt and a good load still feels great! LOL

Agreed! I wanked over Mary incessantly when she first appeared in Playbirds magazine. Sitting there in her stockings and suspenders, spreading open her pussy; that had me tossing off and pumping load after load of hot creamy spunk over my chest and face as I imagined fucking her.

I fact I met her at the Private shop in London. I went there to buy hard core sex magazines as I was told they sold them under the counter! I nervously went in after walking past it 3 times. lol. I had a huge erection all morning in anticipation. And she was there! I was gobsmacked. The girl of my dreams! (in reality, she was quite short - but perfectly formed haha). I asked if she had any material stronger than that on display. She disappeared out back and eventually came back with a bunch of magazines. I couldn't choose so she helped me by asking me what turned me on and leafing through the pages with me. Looking at the pictures of cocks in cunts and spunk being ejaculated, I nearly came in my pants haha. In the end I bought two copies of Color Climax and one Lesbian Love (which I still have).

On the way out she said to me that she hoped I would enjoy wanking off to them!! She wasn't wrong!

My claim to fame - and not something I'll ever forget. :-)

I'm going to be on my own for a week from Sunday evening :-)

That means a lot of opportunities to chat/cam/wank off with my wife's knickers!

If you like the sound of that and have something to contribute too, then message me.

Loved Mary Millington in Playbirds for her spread pussy shots but Escort was my goto magazine. The thrill and anticipation of buying the magazine - scanning the rack; getting it off the top shelf; putting it in front of the female sales assistant; looking her in the eye, knowing that she knows you're going home to wank off to the photos and stories; mmmmm. For me, Reader's Wives and Reader's Letters were always the highlight and I'd get a good weeks worth of wanking out of the issue before the long wait for the next one!