Jacking Off to Porn

The first porn I ever masturbated to was an 8-Page Bible, also called a Tijuana Bible. These were crudely drawn cartoon booklets of eight pages that typically featured cartoon characters of the time such as Popeye, Moon Mullins, and others. They were depicted in all manner of sexual activities. Looking at one now, I wonder what it was that provided enough of a turn-on to get hard and jack off. Although at age 14 or 15 it didn’t take much. There really was very little actual porn back then that was available.

A few years later I would get chances to view some 8 mm porno movies. A speed shop where I used to hang out started showing some porn movies every Saturday. The shop had a large upstairs room where the shop owner had a movie projector, screen, and about 20 or so folding chairs. The seats were filled with the shop’s favored customers and we would sit there in a group watching porn. No jerking off took place on site.

Then Playboy, Penthouse, and Hustler came along which provided plenty of jerk-off material. Playboy was first and arrived in 1953. That worked for me for several  years. Then somewhere around 1973 or ’74, I bought a commercial grade Betamax ½-inch video recorder. This was before the consumer Betamax and VHS recorders came out. But I didn’t buy it for porn. I bought it to record football games. Actually one specific game in particular. I was scheduled to be at a big meet out in the desert and a championship football game was going to be on. Might have been the Super Bowl. I bought a $1,500 recorder just for that game. However, the recorder could  only record 90 minutes, so I had my wife turn it on at half time while I was gone. And I watched the second half when I got home.

Then somehow, and I can’t remember where, I heard about a guy in L.A. who sold ½” Betamax tapes of popular porno movies. I remember he was on Ivar Street and I went there and it was a two story house where the guy had converted the entire second floor to a video store. He had hundreds of tapes for sale. Now this was a totally illegal business so there were no signs or anything like that. Before he would let you in,  you had to be referred by somebody he already knew. On one of my visits, Bill Russell, a huge NBA star at the time, was there buying porn. I ended up buying ten or twelve tapes including Deep Throat, The Devil in Miss Jones, Behind the Green Door, and others. I bought these over a period of time as they were quite expensive.

My wife and I would watch them and end up in the bedroom. Plus I watched them plenty of times solo when she was out and had some great jackoff sessions. She would go grocery shopping and I knew I had an hour. Out would come the VHS recorder and any Marilyn Chambers XXX tape I had, and I would be whacking away and in no time blowing a big load all over myself.

Then in 1975 Betamax came out for consumer use with the smaller size tape. But they were only good for one hour so still wouldn’t record an entire football game. Then in ’76 VHS was available and would record two hours and I immediately bought one. (Author’s note: A year or so later Sony increased the Betamax to where it would record two hours and VHS increased to four hours and I bought a four hour model even though Betamax quality was considered better than VHS.) Then as video stores started to crop up, XXX videos were available for rental, immediately obsoleting my big Betamax and all my XXX tapes. I sold the recorder but back then there was no way to sell something like the sex tapes except to somebody I knew and almost nobody had a ½-inch Betamax recorder. So I ended up throwing them away.

I remember the local video store was a mom and pop operation and they had a 15 or 16 year old daughter who worked there in the evenings. The XXX part of the store was in a separate room and you had to be 18 to go in there. I would come out with a couple of filthy XXX tapes to rent and be processed out by the young girl. It was always very embarrassing for me but she didn’t seem to give a shit. Many of the tapes had very explicit labels on them. Imagine handing a tape  you want to rent to a 15 year old girl with a photo on the label of some gal sucking a big cock.

One tape I rented was called “Hot Dallas Nights.” My wife and I started watching it. In the beginning of the movie a pickup truck makes its way down a rural street and there in the background of the shot was my house. I just about shit my pants. The truck proceeded to a huge 6,000 square foot  house down the street from me and that’s where all the action took place. I had toured the house when it was originally for sale, so I could easily recognize the place. Rumor had it that two lesbians from Vegas had bought it. Then a couple of years later I read in the paper that they had been busted for child porn and the house was back on the market.

Earlier during this period, my wife, and later with different girlfriends, attended some Pussycat porno theaters. I actually saw Deep Throat in a theater before I bought the tape. I can proudly state that every time I ever attended a porn theater, my partner jacked me off. Once I got into buying and renting tapes, I stopped going to porn theaters. Then the internet pretty much killed the porno theater business. 

Then somewhere around 1991 when the internet came along, a whole new source of porn was available for jack off material. However in the early days it was a fucked up mess. I could be watching some porn and all of a sudden it would switch to another site, then another, and then another. And finally I would have to shut down my internet connection to reboot and start over. One of these wild journeys through multiple sites actually took me to a child porn site. Fortunately it took me out of it almost as fast as it took me into it. I remember sometimes fifty or sixty overlapping windows would appear before I could shut the damn thing off. Thankfully at some point all that crap went away and things were more or less normal. Still today that can sometimes happen. I can be watching a porn site and without warning be directed to a different one. But at least not an endless number of multiple times.

So for the last 30 years or so, the internet has been my sole source of jack off material. And what a source it’s been. It’s amazing the scope of what’s available. Like everybody else, my tastes are limited to certain types of porn. Some of it is a turnoff to me and I won’t watch it. I won’t watch torture porn or rape porn or any kind that is overly degrading to women. Unfortunately, even the stuff I like is starting to get old. I keep looking for something new and even when I do find something, that wears thin after a bit. The most recent new thing (new to me) has been the videos of the San Francisco street fairs with erect cocks being jacked off on a public street. But after watching some of those videos several times for some solid jack off action, that wore off as well.

Now I find that when watching certain porn while leisurely jacking off with no real feeling that I might cum, I will see a specific action that suddenly turns me on. A girl’s tongue wrapping around a guy’s cockhead a certain way. I feel the possibility of an orgasm  happening. Of course that scene  only lasts for a few seconds. So I close my eyes and burn that image into my brain as I continue to jack my cock and that’s how I can make an ejaculation happen.

I looked up the available numbers on how many times a man jacks off in his lifetime. The numbers range from 8,000 to 10,000 times based on a 60 year span of jacking off about three times a week. If those calculations are typical, put me at 12,000 to 15,000 times and still going strong. Wonder how many gallons of semen that represents?

Masturbation is primarily a solo activity but obviously can also be enjoyed with a partner. I like it both ways but I think solo jacking might have an edge overall on partner jacking. What’s your preference?

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