Stash?

Do people bother with stashes of porn anymore? Is there any point?

When I was a kid porn was a lot harder to come by, and you can understand why: stone tablets are hard to transport, and even harder to mass produce! Also, it’s difficult to do good circles with a hammer and chisel, so boobs always tended to come out looking kind of boxy. To this day, just seeing a couple of circles side by side is enough to make me blush; put a dot in the middle of each one and I’ll cum in my pants.

Porn and Remembrance

Author’s Note: Why would I name this post with a pun based on a book so few people have read? Sure, it works thematically, but nobody will get the joke but me...

In a previous post from the “My History With Porn” series I mentioned my early history with pornographic magazines, and the fact that my mom found them at one point and made me get rid of them. After that I got “smart,” and going forward any time I came across new magazines I did a better job of hiding them: I’d rip out the “good parts,” and then insert them into the middle of a Mad Magazine. I had a billion issues of Mad, so it was easy to just slip this particular issue into the middle of the pile.

My History With Porn: College

At some point in my teenaged years I got religion. I became a born-again Christian, and eventually decided that all of this pornography (let alone the masturbation) probably wasn’t a good idea. So, remarkably, I stopped. Looking back on this it still amazes me. Later in life I tried numerous times to quit and wasn’t able to do it, but apparently I was able to stop in my teenaged years, when my hormones would have been far more... hormonal.

Of course, one doesn’t just shut off masturbation like a valve; there has to be a release. But that’s where wet dreams come in. When the pressure built too high the release valve would open, and I’d wake up in the middle of the night to find myself covered in semen. I may have quit, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I sort of looked forward to these dreams.

My History With Porn: It Begins

Like most guys, my fascination with porn and masturbation probably started around the age of 13, just as puberty was hitting. But this was back in the late 80’s, and kids my age couldn’t just go out and get porn. It was hard to come by. (No puns were intended in the previous sentence.) I have no idea where my first pornographic materials came from. I’m sure it was in the form of magazines, but that’s all I can remember.

My History With Porn: The Early Days

My first exposure to porn didn’t have a formative effect on me (that I’m aware of), but it was kind of funny. I was probably less than 10 at the time, and we were visiting a friend of my father’s. A single friend, to whom it did not occur that one should hide one’s pornographic magazines when young boys are coming over. I don’t remember what magazine it was that we found, probably Playboy or Hustler, but I do remember that one of the photo spreads featured a brunette. I even remember that one of the photos had her bent over, looking at the camera from between her legs.