snuck into an adult theater at 17. addicted since......god i love porn!

Secret collection of vhs tapes, stack of playboys/penthouses. Remember sneaking playboys from under my dad's bed for a whack, then have to sneak them back.

I had to fantasize about girls I knew and things that just made me horny until I was in late junior high and my older brother scored a vhs porn from one of his friends. That thing was god awful..lol

Schoolgirl upskirts (I was a schoolboy, so it's ok).
Hot milfy (the term hadn't been invented) teachers.
Old porno mags discarded on the disused railway on the way back from school.
Pictures of attractive actresses in the newspaper.
The lingerie section of my Mums catalogue.

yes,we all know what you mean!

Found VHS tapes the old man had lent to him a buddy had taped off of American XXXstacy and that started the addiction. Watched those and stroked when home alone after school before the parents got home. Still love 70's porno to this day. Rented vids from the store in the 80's, picked up Playboy, Penthouse and my favorite, Genesis and kept a stack under the sink when single.

for me it was my school mate first. we would wank and suck each other. magazines were always good but i used to love stealing female friends underwear and going out into the countryside to dress up and wank in the open air. loved it I still wear panties now on cam

Before the internet I'd use anything I could get my hands on. Magazines, lingerie catalogs, heck, holiday catalogs for that matter. I used panties I found in laudromats. I once used the top of a bikini that I found in the back seat of my car after I'd loaned it to my brother for the weekend. I later found out that the swimsuit belonged to my cousin when I saw her wearing it. I felt a little guilty about that. But I'd have done it again. When I was underage, I stole nudie magazines from the grocery store, sometimes not even making it home before I had to whip it out. There was a garage just around the corner where we used to go with our ill-gotten booty, pun intended, to come. An old lady lived there but never really left the house much. The floor of that garage must have been coated with semen. I discovered Beeline novels at a local used book store and answered all kinds of embarrassing questions from the sweaty, middle-aged guy who owned the store. But as much as I'd blush, he'd sell them to me so it was worth it. You heard rumors about him but there was never any proof. Several years later, I wasn't nearly as shy and he teased me about my purchase, I whipped it out. He put up the 'Gone to Lunch' sign and we got off in the back room. Last I knew, he was still in business but I haven't been there in a long time. And finally, I used to love to get off to Archie comic books. I imagined that Betty was a sexually adventurous young woman who would do anything I wanted. I have come inside of Betty Cooper, in my mind, soooooooo often.

Nearly all my masturbation to this day is Internet free because viruses prey on porn users. I use this site but am cautious about links some of you share . I went on a site and a virus came up

When I read this, I thought I had written it. This is nearly exactly what my wife and I did after we were first married. We read stories to each other and other times while she was reading I would give her a very sexual massage and she was always very west when I got to her pussy. I would rub close to her pussy and not touch it, which would rive her wild. When she was practically dripping onto the bed, I would move up behind her and slip my hard cock in.
Other times while I was reading stories, she would jack me off.

We would go to a nearby city to buy the magazines together so that people would not know us and many times before we even got back home she would be playing with my hard cock as she read stories while I was driving.

I recall not only getting magazines like Hustler, etc. from my older brothers, but also my mother subscribed to a magazine called True Stories. The stories were not as pornographic as those in Penthouse, but they were hot and if that was all I could get my hands on (besides my cock) then they would do.

Other than magazines, I always loved jacking of in semi-public places. I remember jacking off in the backseat of our car parked on main street while mom was in the store. I was a paperboy and may mornings I would just whip it out while walking my route and jackoff in front of certain people's houses, especially those where I knew a cute girl (or mother) lived.

I was a teen in the pre-Internet days. I'd occasionally find my uncle's porn stash when we we visiting. Usually Hustler and Penthouse. Also, my mom had a book about the history of pin-ups and a better sex instructional VHS that I blew many loads too, especially the pin-up book.

When I was growing up, my buddy's dad had quite the impressive mag collection hidden in his garage across the street. There were three us of from our neighborhood who would go over and check them out while his parents weren't home.

The best was when we knocked on his door one day and his sister answered. She knew why we were there. She said that our buddy wasn't home, but she'd be happy to let us see the mags if we would show her something too. You know how the story ends...

I almost forgot, one of my favorite pre-internet jacking material sources was my high school girlfriend's dad. He kept a pile of Genesis and Hustler under the sink in his den bathroom. Found out she had fingered herself to them for years and was the one that showed me the stash. He also had a collection of VHS tapes featuring "Traci" that were also viewed by us as a couple many times during our after school time! Anyway, I jacked to those magazines several times while visiting, even spent several hours there while taking care of the dogs while they were on vacation watching his porn and beating off. GOOD TIMES!

Going back to the early 50's I would haul out an Nat geo mag and jack off to the bare chested women from exotic places.