Buying Porn Magazines, was it a turn on for you?

[DaveCooper]

I always looked a bit older than I was. When I had some spare cash I used to bunk off from school and buy a few mags from a nearby Asian newsagent who had a surprising good selection - mostly Playbirds, Whitehouse and a mag called Cockade (which has got to be the best name for a wank-mag ever.)
The guy in the shop was pretty cool and never batted an eyelid when I bought this stuff. Eventually i plicked up courage to go to a porn-video shop which used to be on Tottenham Ct Road. The old geezer insisted I got something good and went to a lot of trouble to find a Sarah Young tape for me in the stock. Orgy in Paris - which was a gangbang. So yeah - good experience all round.

[b119a]

I used to make the rounds, checking every news stand in town.

I figured that if I bought some beer, that I could check out the magazine rack. The classic line, while I desperately searched for the latest Nancy Suiter, from the cashier was: "This is not a library."

[steamjon]

I was a regular buyer in my younger days but was always rather embarassed. Preferred to be served by a male rather than a female.

[revs]

Originally Posted by steamjon

I was a regular buyer in my younger days but was always rather embarassed. Preferred to be served by a male rather than a female.

Yeah, or by a old man/woman. Better a old

[philby14]

Oddly enough, I actually preferred to be served by young women.

Rightly or wrongly, I reckoned that they’d probably had the same level of sex education as me. So I hoped they would understand that most young men masturbated, and that many of us wanted magazines, full of photos of girls, to add to the enjoyment. Also, that just because I read Mayfair, that didn’t make me a pervert or paedo.

I visited one newsagent in Newcastle-under-Lyme quite a number of times, and remember one young lady who served me very nicely, when bold as brass (I wish!) I presented my copy of Men Only to her at the till. “That’s £1.75 please”, she smiled. “And would you like a bag?” “That’s OK, thanks”, I smiled back (gambling that folks wouldn’t recognise the usual ad for the Raymond Revuebar on MO’s back cover!) Sadly, the next Saturday when I went in, the nice young lady wasn’t there. Doh!

[trousers]

I was thinking about the first time I ever got up the courage to rent a porn film at my local "regular" video store. I was in my early 20s. They had the classic thing where there was a sort of curtain that you went behind. There was always the same middle-aged guy working there. I remember waiting until no one else was in the shop and darting back there pretty fast and picking the first thing I saw with nurses on it, which was a big fetish for me. It turned out I grabbed Night Shift Nurses.

He was very matter of fact about it - why the hell would he care?! - but I was nervous anyway.

When I went to return it 3 days later, for the first time EVER at that shop, there was a very attractive girl behind the counter. I was beyond shocked. I put it on the counter and made a beeline to the door. ALL I could think about was her opening the black rental case and seeing what I had rented. It embarrassed and aroused me like crazy. I have had more than a few fantasies over the years about seeing her in there again...which I don't recall ever doing in real ife.

[Pikeychav]

I'm trying to remember instances of buying filthy stuff but it probably wasn't too many times, I guess I can count them on less than two full hands. The first time though, yeah - I sure remember that.

I was 16 or 17 and there was this shop that had all kinds of mags including international porn mags. I was pretty nervous and checking out the covers, not daring to grab any to flick through the pages, so my pick had to be based solely on what I saw on the cover. I had narrowed it down to three mags and one of them was a French softcore one named "Cheri" which was what I ended up with.

Now it was time to wait for the right moment, read: no one else at the cashier. When the opportunity came I walked up to him to pay, heart pounding, and hoped for the best. Fortunately the bloke didn't ask any questions, in fact he didn't even bat an eyelid and within the minute I was outta there


I didn't want to spoil the suprise so didn't even dare opening up the mag to glance at any pages before I actually was home. And when I did, it was good. Some very beautiful models indeed that would give me "joy" for many years thereafter. Sadly, my stupid young self cut up that mag and I've lost most of the pages (couldn't find a scan of it here on the forums) but there may be some bits left to be salvaged. I'll look into that at some point.

[Alvin Lucifer]

I was the opposite of DaveCooper, I always looked younger than I was. Heck, I didn't have to shave more than once a week until I was 22! Well, I would have bought a hundred cases of shaving lather if only I could have looked 18 instead of 14. I was delayed in some hormones, but not others!
The first time I screwed up enough courage to buy one I was in Harvard Square at the Out-Of-Town News. I did it all wrong. I acted suspicious. I paced up and down the aisles twice. I grabbed some European fashion mag, then I grabbed copy of Panthouse. I inched up to the the counter trying to act coy with the fashion mag on top of the Panthouse.
The broad behind the counter was some kind of ballbusting feminist sporting a NOW* pin on her lapel. Just my luck.
She looked at me askance and crowed:
"How old are you?"
"Eighteen," I replied soberly.
"I'm going to need some positive identification," she chided. She most likely confused me with one of the skateboard kids who loitered in Harvard Square. I wore bleached punky hair and ratty Army/Navy store fatigues.
I placed my state-issued ID on the counter. She glanced up at me and back down at my photo and back. I had to bite my tongue to keep from asking her if she wanted to call my mother. She returned the card to me in sour defeat.
"Would you like a bag?"
I murmured yes, thankful the dreaded transaction was over.

That was the only time I got carded for porn at a newsstand. I got a few dirty looks. On the other hand, I got a few dirty looks just buying soda and chips! Some clerks are just dirty lookers, I guess.

I got carded at strip clubs and sex shops where they were more nervous. I just picked the wrong store and the wrong cashier for my first.

My friend had a job at a convenience store and he was an even bigger porno fan than I, so I used to pick up mags when he was working.

I never found the act of purchasing porn magazines a turn-on. I was too self-conscious. I actually preferred the dedicated porn shops because everybody was there for the same thing!

*National Organization of Women, Gloria Steinem's women's rights group. No, I don't have a problem with feminists. I'm all for the advancement of women in society. I have a problem with man-hating nutcrushers!

[ArseWorshiper]

There was one newsagent I used to go to when I was about 15 or 16. He always used to shake his head and look disapprovingly at me when I bought a magazine from his shop, I never understood why he sold porn if he was so put out by it. There was a woman in her early 40s who sometimes worked in that shop aswell and I always liked getting served by her, the simultaneous rush of blood to my face and to my cock always felt great. I suppose I always had the teenage porn fantasy where she say to me "you don't need those magazines, come into the store room and I'll show you a real woman", sadly it never happed but often when I got home I would have a wank thinking about her and her big boobs before I even opened the magazine.

[Alvin Lucifer]

Originally Posted by mr boss

There was one newsagent I used to go to when I was about 15 or 16. He always used to shake his head and look disapprovingly at me when I bought a magazine from his shop, I never understood why he sold porn if he was so put out by it. There was a woman in her early 40s who sometimes worked in that shop aswell and I always liked getting served by her, the simultaneous rush of blood to my face and to my cock always felt great. I suppose I always had the teenage porn fantasy where she say to me "you don't need those magazines, come into the store room and I'll show you a real woman", sadly it never happed but often when I got home I would have a wank thinking about her and her big boobs before I even opened the magazine.

He sold porn because it made money! A prude knows the bottom line as well as a libertine. Personally, I'd rather sell porn to people than cigarettes because wanking doesn't shorten your life...at least I hope it doesn't! If it does, I might expire before midnight!