How I Got Into Porn

This is a copy of a response I posted to a blog on jackoffxxx's page. I thought it was a great topic, and I LOVE discussing with other perverts how our addiction got started. Please comment and add to the conversation!

I am 41 years old, so I have experienced a wide variety of porn situations. First it was finding my dad's stash in and jerking off to it whenever he left the house. Then it was trying to watch the scrambled porn on Skinemax with the hopes of maybe seeing a tit. Then it was a few buddies passing along a porn mag to share between us. Then, finally turning eighteen and being legally allowed to rent porn and buy porn mags. I used to love going to the smoke shop, where they had a porn mag section, and thumbing through all of the magazines, trying to decide which to buy while simultaneously feeling like a degenerate. I remember discovering that Club and Cheri were much more explicit than Playboy or Penthouse (and therefore way better!). Then going to my local video store, where they had a porn section in the back. It was so thrilling to go back there and be surrounded on all sides by porn, with seemingly endless choices. I had to look through all of the tapes (and then later DVDs) like it was a library to decide what I wanted. And sometimes there would be other dudes in the room doing the same thing, and we all knew what we were there for. I would always rent one or two regular movies along with my porn, just so the clerk wouldn't think I was a pervert. (Of course nowadays I would be proud of my perversion.) My greatest discovery was when I realized that I could transfer the rented porn to blank VHS tapes, since I had two VCRs in my house (then later a DVD player and a VHS player). I i*****lly recorded dozens of porno movies onto blank six hour VHS tapes, and I STILL have them in boxes to this day.

And then... and then... the discovery of adult bookstores. Oh my god what heaven. To visit one and be completely engulfed in porn and filth. Not just movies, but all the toys and the paraphernalia too. They were so seedy and scummy and shady, and I loved every minute of it. Once I found out that they had booths in the back where you could go to watch porn, I was hooked. I spent many hours in those booths, along with WAY too much money. I loved the excitement of watching porn in a public place, hearing the porn coming from all the other booths, jerking my cock with abandon knowing that other guys were doing the same thing. Sadly, at least where I live, adult bookstores are an endangered species. It could be because of laws passed in my state, but many of them have closed down. And the ones that remain just don't have the same appeal. They installed tons of security cameras and the managers are much stricter about policing what goes on in the back. It's taken all the fun out of it. I really miss the shared camaraderie of pervs jacking our cocks to porn and splattering our loads on the floor and just leaving it there (yes I'm guilty of doing that). I'll even admit that I often partook of the glory holes. When I am horny, an anonymous mouth is an anonymous mouth.

So yes, today's youth will miss out on all of those great experiences. The porn is exponentially better, which I am eternally thankful for. And our access to it is virtually unlimited. I accept the tradeoff. I'm glad to have found xHamster and this online community of fellow addicts and pervs. But there is something to be said for having all of those visceral experiences that just can't be replicated.