Masturbation and Porn

Masturbation and PornI grew up in the 70’s and 80’s, and the only kind of sexual education that was available was that embarrassing talk with your parents on where babies came from, and the discovery of pornographic magazines. As a naïve teenage boy, I happened to come across my uncle’s stash of old 70’s porno mags from a few years back, liberally left around his room. Most were of a high production quality, a mixture of black and white photos mixed with colour. Completely irrelevant pieces on luxury cars, Formula One and horse racing, conveying an inspirational and jet set lifestyle, interspersed with short erotic tales to awaken one’s libido. As a young boy, having just discovered the joys of self love, these were real eye openers on what actual sex was.I lustfully perused my uncle’s collection, my cock straining whilst looking at the female form in various states of undress. Looking closely at the models vaginas didn’t really explain much on how the female anatomy worked, as most were well hidden in a thick 1970’s bush! The odd glimpse of pink, here and there. It wouldn’t be until I came across more modern stuff that I could see a pussy in it’s trimmed or shaven glory. Reading the tales between the well thumbed pages introduced my young self to words like labia and clitoris, but I’m afraid I was none the wiser. The only thing I took away from these stories, was that every protagonist in the tale was sporting at least nine inches of man meat and the women always had an orgasm as the man came deep in her pussy.And the güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri more stories I read, the more hackneyed and predictable the tales became. I have always enjoyed the written word more than the imagery. Don’t get me wrong, a beautiful naked woman aroused my younger self, but a well told tale could be just as erotic as that first reading, whereas the pornographic picture lost it’s lustre after a few wanks. But then I happened across an old tome of Anais Nin’s ‘Delta of Venus’, an erotic novel set in the roaring twenties. This book contained virtually every aspect of sexuality, some taboo subjects as well, but all written expertly and sensitively. I lost count of how many times I read that book, it being responsible for numerous teenage orgasms!And then the introduction of the VHS tape that was passed around the school yard, containing badly dubbed European hardcore pornography. The first time I viewed one of these tapes, I was left feeling somewhat inadequate in the trousers department, seeing an array of 10” monster cocks pounding low resolution pussies and shooting huge creamy loads across tits and faces. But also, being a virgin, it was the first instance of sex I had witnessed, and was more of an instructional video as anything else. I had no idea, however that my first experience would be pleasing a man’s cock rather than familiarising myself with the female genitalia!As I left school and entered into the world of employment, I would occasionally buy a top shelf publication, güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri usually blushing profusely at the newsagent’s counter as I did so. I may as well have shouted, ‘I’m going home to have a wank over this magazine!’ in the middle of the shop. The magazines ranged from the likes of ‘Mayfair’ to ‘Fiesta’ and ‘Razzle’. But after a few reads, they were left to fester beneath my bed, their use no longer needed. Because once I discovered actual sex, porn and masturbation was a very poor second prize.As I hit my thirties, I found that regular pornography did little to nothing for me. So, I decided to pay my first visit to a sex shop, looking for something more hardcore. I remember entering the small shop with the blacked out windows, and no matter where I turned my gaze, I was confronted by huge dildos and vibrators, or DVD and VHS cassette boxes with enormous cocks and gaping pussies emblazoned across the front of the cases. I immediately felt my face burn as the kindly young lady behind the counter asked if she could help me with anything. I embarrassingly replied that I would like to browse, if that was okay. But whilst looking through the shelves, I wandered first into the gay section, then fortuitously, into a section called ‘Transgender’. My cock immediately stirred just looking at the imagery on the DVD cases. I knew this was definitely for me!I didn’t buy anything on that first visit, my embarrassment too profound. But I couldn’t shake the images of those beautiful, güvenilir bahis şirketleri lingerie clad trannies, with their sizeable cocks on display from my mind, and I returned to the same shop a couple of weeks later. This time when I entered, a small, rather camp gentleman greeted me, and we exchanged pleasantries. I immediately went to the TV section of DVD’s and tapes, and came back to the counter with a sealed copy of ‘Gia Darling’s Transsexual Heart-breakers’.’You can get another DVD free, you know’, the attendant informed me, a smile crossing his lips, a glint in his eye.Blushing slightly, I wandered back and picked out some British TV porn and returned to the counter. It was paid for and placed into a black and white striped paper bag, and the small guy said, ‘I hope you enjoy that!’ as I departed the premises. And once I returned home, boy, did I enjoy it! I only got a few minutes in and I had already spilled a load of cum watching Miriam Rivera’s perfect body and gorgeous hard cock. Suffice to say, I got plenty of uses out of those initial DVD’s…And so, every few months or so, I would refresh my tranny porn with a new DVD or two. It also stirred up my long forgotten arousal with female underwear, and I would quite often be wearing a set of hold-ups and a suspender belt as I furiously wanked my cock, seeing the beautiful ‘girls’ on screen sucking on a hunk’s big member! It felt dirty, but so arousing at the same time. Many a set of stockings were discarded, stiff with dried on spunk from a good session.And then, the internet was installed, and I no longer had to make those embarrassing forays into the Private Shop to fuel my transgender desires. And to this day, it is the girls with something ‘extra’ that still float my boatJust one man’s journey and relationship with pornography throughout his lifetime.