When I was 11, my brother and I made one of the great discoveries of our young lives. While playing hide and seek, my brother hid in the bathroom closet and while pushing aside the fancy linens reserved for the fancy guests that never came over, he felt it… the glossy pages of what would introduce us to the entire female form. The pages that would usher me from innocence to lasciviousness. He had found my fathers playboys!
If you are a male and you hit puberty before the Internet, you know what I mean. All you punks that hit puberty after the Internet and could simply search the word "boobies" or the phrase "blow job".... phssht, you know nothing of the treasure my brother unearthed. You are spoiled.
I kind of feel sorry for kids these days because it's almost like they have too much access. You should really have to start off with the Sears catalog lingerie section, move up to the sports illustrated swimsuit edition and then if you are lucky, you find one of your fathers playboys.
The question is: Do you remember finding your first porn-mag as a kid?
