Just started at senior school and one of the guys was lending out jazz mags, like Fiesta, Men Only and Whitehouse, for small amounts of cash. I became a regular customer!! Discovering readers wives, Mary Millington, and seeing things which were normally hidden was brilliant. Wanked then, wanked still!

This was the late 1970s, so before the Internet, even before most of us had BetaMax or VHS. Lots of sharing of mags, finding them in hedgerows, even at the local market stall at the back!

Clothing catalogues (which had the same effect as porn). The twice-yearly arrival of new wank material was like Christmas come early. Especially if the lingerie section showed outlines. Story of my life.

These topics about firsts always get replies that include underage sex. That is something a pedophile would do. This site should ban all talk about underage acts.

i was in 8th grade around 13 yrs
accidently stumbled across lesbian porn on google and from then on its gone down hill.

JC Penney's and Montgomery Ward catalog. Than onto brothers hidden stash of playboy

At 16 or so, I could buy Club, Black Tail and Hustler for a news stand. Some time the ads were better than the spreads.

When I was 17 a video store opened up near me. I got a People's Choice video. It had several clips from different movies. I nutted 3 times back to back...Good ones too.

Like a lot of lads, page 3 girls and catalogue models were my first wanks. First porn I remember using was the soft core stuff late at night on foreign satellite channels. Watching on mute for a glimpse of pussy

Best mates older brother had a large collection of magazines. A lot of the standard material to be found in the newsagents: Fiesta, knave, men only etc but also hardcore continental material. This was early-mid 80s

The first bit of porn I remember was me and a mate, both just into double digits ages and hanging around the ruins of a demolished building where we found a copy of men only. We must have spent hours wanking (independently) over the girls and stories in that magazine and I've been hooked on porn ever since

At about 13, 14, maybe, I was looking for something, a pair of scissors, I think it was. I looked in the chest of drawers in my parents' bedroom and didn't find any scissors, but there was this ... thing I didn't know what it was. Pale pink in color; rounded top; about as wide as a hand; a flat, black rubber pad on the bottom. There were six springs that were attached to one side of its body that looped under the black pad and attached to the other side. I had no idea what it was for, but it had an electrical cord on it, so I plugged it in to see what it would do.

And I could realize instantly what possibilities it had for me, even though I'd never heard the word "vibrator" before. The first time I was home alone, I went back to the chest of drawers and went back to my bedroom and ... whoosh, instant addict. And, of course, back then it wouldn't take even three minutes to cum with the thing, as powerful as the vibration was.

One day I was home alone and stole into the chest of drawers to fetch my electric friend, but -- shock, anomie -- he wasn't there. So I went back through the other drawers, lifting things up, making sure I left things just the way I found them. It wasn't in any of the six drawers, so I moved over to the dresser where my parents kept some clothes. Again, pulling the drawers all the way out as far as I could, lifting things up, running my hand to the back of each drawer.

Second of three rows of drawers, last drawer on the right, where my father kept his tee shirts -- I didn't find it. But on the bottom of the drawer under all those tee shirts was a glossy magazine of hardcore in full, living color. Well, who needed a vibrator when you have a 13-year-old cock and a full-color hardcore mag?

I went back for that magazine over and over. I thought I did a stealthy job of removing and returning the thing, but one day my father asked me, "You been pilfering through my drawers?" I told him no, and he must have believed me, because he didn't ask again and he didn't move the magazine.

Decades later I can still remember one of the pictures in it that I had to have spilled gallons of teen sperm over. It was a light-skinned black girl, picture taken from the side. Her hair was pulled up in a bun at the back, and she was dressed in a white dress and wearing a string of pearls. In front of her face was a fine-looking cock with an upward banana curve to it that had just finished. There was a long rope of cum and spit still connected to both the cock and the girl's lips. That was my first time seeing and jacking to porn.

I still love to see a woman wearing pearls.

That's a good question actually! When I first started wanking (around 12/13) I didn't have any material but did have a TV in my room so would spend hours flicking through channels trying to find anything remotely sexual (sex scenes in movies were like the holy grail).

Around the same time, my family got a computer which opened up a whole new world. I used to find pictures of couples having sex or just naked girls and would wank myself silly. Then I discovered limewire and realised I could actually download porn videos which changed my world. I downloaded hundreds and was wanking several times a day. The one I remember most clearly was Paris Hiltons sex video because I had to wait 12hrs or something stupid for it to download. It finished downloading in the middle of the night so had to sneak downstairs to see it (there was no way I was waiting till morning). I watched the whole thing with my cock absolutely throbbing but didn't want to start wanking because I knew I'd cum. Right at the end when she's sucking him off I got my cock out and as soon as I saw her get his cum over her chin and mouth I exploded. I still wank over it even now!

My first experience with porn, I was about 13 and found a book in the alley titled "All Woman".

It was a very erotic story about a guy ravishing a woman.

I was hiding in the closet reading and jacking with my older narcist brother opened the door, ridiculed me and took the book and gave it to our father who told me to go find a book on all math.

What a bummer, the brother has always been a pain in my ass!