your first wank over a mag

[Historian]

Originally Posted by denisovich321

Ha ha, I used to have exactly the same fear when paying. 'It's £2.25 for God's sake, same as it is every bloody month, hurry up and take my money, someone's just come in the shop', I'd be thinking

It's not just top shelf mags I find them having that problem with- it's much less of a potential embarrassment though if they're taking half-an-hour to find the price on this weeks 'Angling News'. Sometimes I've resorted to showing them where the price was on the cover in a desperate attempt to get the mag paid for and myself out the door before half the town has arrived and is queueing up behind me- I figure I'm already embarrassed by now, so what the hell if they end up thinking I'm some kind of expert on the front cover layout of top-shelf mags...

Originally Posted by denisovich321

I wonder how lucrative the top shelf actually is/was for newsagents. Probably not so much anymore, but back then? Presumably it's profitable or they surely wouldn't stock it, but I've only ever seen someone else buying porn once

I'm guessing they must sell enough to make it worthwhile- my local newsagent still stocks an epic amount of top-shelf mags, so someone must be buying them- though as you say, you don't find yourself queuing at the counter behind someone clutching the latest copy of Fiesta all that often.

[Sharkhunter]

Originally Posted by denisovich321

I've only ever seen someone else buying porn once

That's because everyone else was doing exactly the same thing as you were mate! I must have made hundreds of mag-missions, but never caught anyone even glancing upwards. In a way it was far more comfortable in one of those book-cum-sex shops in London - everybody knows why everybody else is there, and gawking at a spread pussy even with some other guy right behind you is not a big deal.

Actually walking down the stairs in one of those places is the real challenge - you find yourself having a browse at the normal books before sort of "ghosting" towards the stairwell when no old ladies are looking.

[Sharkhunter]

Originally Posted by polartrade

Since I didn't have any real feelings for her, I broke it off immediately to avoid prolonging the pain.

Did you ever go back to buy another magazine afterwards?

[Historian]

Originally Posted by billybunter

After a while I found a porn friendly shop but before that some women did have an air of disapproval. But I was buying their stock. Though I remember one older woman saying to me "have fun" never knew if she was being sarky or not. But I did have fun What's the harm in wanking for goodness sake

Yep, I remember getting those disapproving looks from the woman serving behind the counter in one local shop. Ironic really, given that this was a shop that had one of the biggest selections of top-shelf mags I've ever seen in a corner newsagent....

I've never had the 'have fun' reaction in a newsagent, though I've occasionally had similar comments from the women behind the counter in a local sex shop- Still, I guess if you're working in an adult shop, customers buying something to wank over are hardly going to be a surprise....

Now that was a shock to the system, the first time I ever went in there to buy a porn video. Not only realising I was going to have to walk up to the counter and buy a hardcore porn vid from a woman (and a fairly young and attractive one as well), but after I'd spent a few minutes browsing through the shelves, she asked if I was looking for anything in particular... Doesn't bother me now, but back then, it was a real flashback to that day in my teens when I bought my first top-shelf mag...

Still no 'Dear Mayfair' moment though....

[USBPepsi]

Originally Posted by Sharkhunter

Did you ever go back to buy another magazine afterwards?

Hehe. Nope. Not until she got another job.

[billybunter]

Yes Sharky is right. Buying your wank mag was a mission!

[MayfairFan]

Originally Posted by Historian

It's not just top shelf mags I find them having that problem with- it's much less of a potential embarrassment though if they're taking half-an-hour to find the price on this weeks 'Angling News'.

I sometimes felt I got the Look Of Disapproval more for buying Airgun World than Mayfair. Maybe the girl behind the counter *did* actually fantasize about young spotty porn-buyers after all - or more so than about teenage Rambos bent on slaughtering small animals, anyway .

you don't find yourself queuing at the counter behind someone clutching the latest copy of Fiesta all that often.

That's because everyone else has developed the fine art of being alone in the shop, or swiftly switching to Angling News/Airgun World/Railway Modeller/Stamp Collector Monthly or whatever as soon as someone walks in behind them too!

I'm sure I continued buying Railway Modeller for quite a time after my actual interest in miniature electric trains had waned.

[leopards00]

I had found my dad's stash of mags at a pretty early age. Playboy , penthouse, back when they were really great pictorials of the 70s 80s.
But the one that really got me, MY mag, that completely enthralled me:

It may seem odd, but when I opened it up, there was a waft of perfume, and all these women, dressed so sexy, furs, lingerie, sexy footwear.....
sexuality was more implied than overtly portrayed.

And now. vogue, much like PB Penthse, are simply pathetic. the fashion mags lost the good looking models and replaced them with skinny little boy looking things, the photogrpahy has gotten so "artsie" that one cant even look at it. nothing sexy about it. and they better watch it: Men purchased Vogue more than women in that age , cant say thats the same now. I certainly wouldnt buy one, they suck. like Playboy, only different in the direction of suckage

[Lurcio]

I clearly remember buying my first mag, it was the Best of Club No 11.

We'd recently moved to another town and my dad had driven back to our old place so that I could cach up with some mates, I'd just turned 15 at the time. During the course of a long day we'd been on an unsuccessful 'nudie mag hunt' when out of desperation I eventually decided to try and buy a porn mag. We took the classic approach and found a quiet shop where I could stand on tip toes and reach up for the top shelf before walking nervously to the counter. I handed over the money I been given to buy myself some chips for my dinner, and to my utter amazement, got away with it!

My mate and I rushed away from the shop and headed down to the beach where we could read the mag. We devoured the pages - such amazing girls, Annabel Fairchild, Niki Downey, Linzi Drew, Sarah Mealing and a stunning girl called Yvette as the 'French Connection'.

After about half an hour we stood up, or attempted to as the bursting erections we both had were making walking a little tricky. My mate was in a bit of a 'porn frenzy' and wanted me to go back to the shop and buy another, however I was content to have got away with it once so declined.

Later in the day my dad picked me up and we made the hour long drive back home, all the time with me keeping my coat on as the copy of club was hidden inside it. During this trip my dad informed me that he had found three porn mags in my room and proceeded to bollock me. He told me he would take them to the tip for safe disposal, this was a little rich as I'd secretly been raiding his stash of porn for over a year - in fact the first mag I ever owned was one of his I found in his car whilst I was washing it - I pinched it of course as he could hardly confront me about it.

I suppose dad busting my porn stash, or part of it, was him getting his own back. He then asked me, and I had to squirm with embarrasment, if I'd discovered masturbation! All this of course whilst I'm hiding a copy of Club and sat next to him...

Sadly this mag went the way of the others and was stolen by my parents, by now of course it was obvious they were searching my room regularly. In the end they found some of my porn on four spearate occasions, I must have kept them in porn for months!

Years later though, and it was in 1986 that I bought that treasured first mag, I purchased it again from the internet. Although the thrill of reading it again after all those years wasn't quite as good as the first time I saw it, it wasn't far off and the girls still had exactly the same effect on me (and my right arm)...

[USBPepsi]

I think the first mag I actually bought was a Celebrity Sleuth. I had always gotten very excited by the occasional photos of celebs in Pl*yb*y, so when I saw that there was a magazine FULL of nude celebrities, I jumped at it.

It was around 1985, and Celebrity Sleuth was a much more interesting mag back then. They've run out of ideas over the last two-and-a-half decades, and these days tend to include the same "reality star" crap as everyone else. Plus the internet really hurt the magazine. If a nude photo exists of any real celebrity, you can bet that you can find it without buying a magazine.

After I bought my first couple issues of Celebrity Sleuth (which were REALLY the first couple of issues), it's amazing how long it took to buy any other adult magazine. I was going to college, hundreds of miles away from home. Still, it took several months before I thought to myself "Wait, I'm far from my home town, and no one I know is going to see me!" As soon as that thought hit me, I started grabbing each month's Pl*yb*y.

But the best thing about college, mag-wise, was that the town had TWO adult bookstores. It took a while to work up the courage to go in, but when I did I was overwhelmed by the selection of hardcore porn available. I didn't always have enough money to buy a video, but I could usually grab a magazine. Then later that night I could grab myself.