The other day I was cleaning out my wardrobe. This has been a work in progress for quite some time and it was time to make the final assault on the mess, which would have cleaned it up for good.
I was sorting out the last drawer, which hadn't been opened, mush less rifled through for years. Out tumbled some old advertising from a few of the local lingerie shops.
Back before I had credit cards, or an internet connection, or a PO Box, or my own TV I was severley limited in the adult material available. There would be the occasional movie on TV that would have a glimpse or two of a nipple, but being cable-less meant we saw very little of that.
Like most primary schools there was the occasional rumour of someone finding a playboy or whatnot, but they were rumours at best. The text books for sex ed were not very stimulating or exciting. That class was always quite interesting, people would be joking around, we'd watch videos that explained puberty and all the stuff that entails, people would ignore the parts they felt were stupid, and laugh at those who didn't. Except the part on masturbation, the room always fell silent and strong attention paid. Then back to goofing off.
Like I said, in those days there was very little opportunity for porn. Which is why when a lingerie shop opened up 20 minutes away and they went on a near carpet bombing style campaign of advertising I was interested.
The first I snuck away from the recycling bin and stashed it in my room. This stuff was gold. Over time, I got more crafty. They would send out their flyer booklets every second Wednesday. All that was required was bringing in the mail on those days, pilfering the flyer and leaving the rest. No one knows the wiser and I have new wank fuel.
It's almost too easy nowadays.
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Nothing like being caught with your pants down having a tug over page 2 of The Sun. It happened to me on two occasions & I just had to keep going to finish the job. In this case it was a parent & my sister that caught me but they were more embarrassed than myself. (After all, it was my mother that taught me to wank!) That was when I was a teenager with a cock that needed tending at least three times a day.
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