Recounting early masturbation experience
Growing up in the 60’s, before our house was built, we lived in a very small flat. After the house was finished this couple of rooms became my playroom and study where I spent most of my time in daily pursuits of all flavours, clean and dirty alone mostly but sometimes with friends - but that will be for another day.
I recall at 13 and 14 I would eagerly come home from school and uncover my small collection of soft porn magazines carefully curated from various sources over months. These magazines had some nude pix of movie stars generally, but because of the censorship laws at the time, the vagina’s were air brushed. (No internet, no photoshop either!) I also had some photography magazines with more interesting ‘artistic’ poses but still porn by another name!
These became my wanking material. Such was our upbringing at the time, this was done in strict privacy and there was a fair bit of guilt associated with the act. But if it was kept secret then no harm done. Laying there in the late afternoon, imagining what it would be like to touch such large breasts, tugging and palpating my erection, my mind would drift to girls I had seen that day, or my older sister who had a better figure than most of the young women around; anyone who could lead me toward a more complete sexual experience. Then release as the hot cum spurted as I clung to a pillow, pretending it was my fantasy girl I held close as I came...then sheepishly cleaning up and carefully filing the mags and pictures for later.
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