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porny upbringing (part one)Seems like porn has always been a part of my life. Started out when I was just a little boy. My father was the caretaker of several second home properties on a small pond in a secluded area in northern New Hampshire where we lived. He had keys and access to different camps and cabins so that he could help the absentee property owners keep their properties safe and well kept. Being a k** I tagged along often and got to see the insides of the camps. There was one camp in particular owned by 2 men, avid outdoorsmen, one with a family and one single guy. The family did not start coming to the cabin for a few years at first so they kept their dirty magazines all over the camp, in the living room, in the bathroom and bedrooms. They came up often and always brought the most recent magazines. They had a huge collection of porn. My father never said a word about it and I never brought it up either but I was so curious about them that I just had to get in there and explore. Paying close attention to where my father kept the keys to that camp, I used to grab the keys and let myself into the cabin. Not wanting to get caught in the camp, I would grab a couple magazines at a time and go in the woods to carefully bahis siteleri examine all the beautiful tits and legs (they did not show pussy shots yet) This went on for years. At first I was too young to even get a boner but that eventually changed and I would masturbate in the woods sometimes even twice a day. The dirty magazines seemed to be on my mind all the time. I would daydream in school of going into the camp, grabbing some mags, and jerking off in the woods. I kept this secret to myself and never even told my friends about it. However, myself and a friend started going to a “smokeshop” in town where they sold all kinds of tobacco products and magazines. They also sold candy so we would go in and buy licorice sticks and head to the magazine rack. The dirty books were kept on the bottom racks and were not wrapped in plastic back then so we would sit on the floor and look through the dirty magazines as we ate our candy. The owner did not seem to mind so we used to do it at least once a week. Wish me and my friend were a little older back then, maybe I would have had a JO buddy. My first JO buddy did not involve porn at all but a boy four years older that me showed me how it was done. I was eleven or bedava bahis twelve at the time. He had just started high school and I was still in grammar school. His father had passed away when he was young so his mother had to work every weekday until 5pm. One day after school he invited me to go to his house. I knew him well as a neighborhood friend and schoolmate to my older sister so I did not hesitate to go with him. Once inside the apartment, he immediately took me into his bedroom and asked me if I ever jerked off before. I told him I did not even know what he was talking about so he said he would show me. He dropped his pants and out popped his huge boner. He had a big cock to begin with and compared to mine he was HUGE. He started jerking it and within 5 or so minutes he came inside some tissues on a desk as I watched. That was so cool to me and I was so grateful that he showed me what masturbation was all about. Can’t say that it made me horny that first time but I will never forget it. We did the same thing maybe a dozen more times that year except he eventually got me to participate. He had me touch his cock at one session, than the next time he had me stroke him. I really enjoyed all bedava bonus of it and the excitement of doing something “i*****l or nasty” was a rush. Eventually, he asked me if I would jerk off with him. I said I would try and lowered my pants. I was not getting hard playing with it myself so he said he would help me as he started fondling my balls and cock. Eventually my little cock grew bigger and started pulsating in his tight grip. It did not take me long to cum. That was my first ever “intentional” orgasm other than nocturnal emissions. We did not suck each other off or anything other than play with each other’s cocks. I will never regret it.Thinking back at this story it reminded me of probably the first time I ever remember having a sexual feeling. I was probably around 8 years old playing with a neighbor in his yard. We were wrestling and fooling around and he eventually was standing over my head and I looked up his shorts and he was not wearing underwear. I was just staring at his little wrinkled up cock and balls and it got me really excited. This probably only lasted a few seconds as his mother had opened the door and saw what was happening. She immediately started yelling at us and told me to go home. Almost 60 years later I can still see his little cock and balls in my mind. Whenever I see porn pics or videos looking up at cocks from that angle it’s always very erotic to me. Love shemales from that angle looking up at their cocks and breasts. YUM!!!