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

[eye94102]

When I was a kid, there was a newsstand a block away which sold all sorts of mags, including a porno section. Because I was too young to buy adult mags, I would slowly sneak a Playboy or Penthouse (later graduating to Hustler, Cheri...etc.) under my jacket and off I went! One day, as I was being sneaky, the proprietor caught me, and I had to leave red-faced. I felt bad because they liked me and even had asked me to watch the place for short periods. I'm always thankful they didn't tell my dad, who goes there just about every day to buy his newspaper. Years later, I walked back in there. No one recognized me anymore, and I just sucked it up and bought whatever skin mags I wanted lol....

[Hot Dog]

A couple of the adult bookstores I used to go to had peep booths in the back. I used to browse the magazines for a while to get turned on, then head back to the booths with a pocket full of quarters. I have fond memories of selecting the 8mm film that I thought would get me off (they would post the box covers at the entrance); later, when they switched to video, I would get my cock out and click through the videos looking for hot women in hot action. I've always loved blowjobs and facial cumshots. The audio from the videos playing in the other booths also turned me on, particularly when it was hard fucking. I've never understood putting music in porn scenes, because there's nothing as sexy as a woman moaning her pleasure. I used to shoot like Peter North in those days and I'd leave a big mess behind me. I'd pick up a few magazines to carry me through -- but they didn't turn me on half as much as the videos.

[dexterday]

Great thread. Love the stories.

Mine is long and goes back to the mid/late 80s... We had no porn mags for sale in my town, but (and I forget how I first found this out) there was a small shop in a town about an hour's drive away which sold Mayfairs, etc. Now the only way to get to that town was with... my mother! She and her best friend would go for shopping excursions to this town once every couple of months. Maybe 7 or 8 times a year they would both head away together and shop for an hour, get something to eat, etc. And, obviously, I was taken along at some stage and discovered this wonderful shop. So, for a few years there, the pattern was always the same... my mum and her friend would decide to head away and (if I was around) I was invited along. I'd go along. Of course! I told my mum I was going along to buy some comics that were not sold in our town (and she believed that). We'd arrive. And I'd head away for 'an hour' on my own. Now, the shop was far away (relatively speaking) so I had to run the length of this town (because I didn't have a lot of time) and then... sum up the courage to go into the shop, which was tiny! Usually I'd walk past once or twice, and look in. Hoping (obviously) for a few people to be in the place so I had safety in numbers. The owner (I presume) was an older man, he seemed nice. Occasionally, other people worked there. Sometimes women. That was always horrendously embarrassing, but I don't remember there every being anyone anywhere close to my age. The actual buying was always the adrenaline rush everyone here describes. And sometimes, yes, it was arousing.

More because of the selection process, I think. There was usually a lot of mags on the shelf, so I would have a wee look at the covers to make my choice of the one/two I would buy. Even the sight of the Mayfair logo was enough to get me hard, to be honest. And because the place was tiny, I was standing with my back to the counter the whole time. Trying not to think of the person working there staring at me as I did this.

I don't think anything was every said to me at the till. Not that I remember. Then, bag in hand, I would start my dash back across town to meet my mother and her friend.

After getting the mags, the next hurdle was getting them home! I'd have to buy some comics to use as cover. They were not the same size but my mother would never express any interest in looking inside my bag of shopping so just so long as I pulled out a few comics for the car ride home I was fine. I would keep the bag close to me, or just put my foot on it or something. The car ride home was always tense for me, because I was always terrified of discovery. And, then, of course, getting from the car to my bedroom as quickly as possible.

While typing the above... I had a memory of a different shop in a different town that I was in once. I vividly recall the experience. A bigger shop. Massive. And having selected a couple of mags from the top shelf I remember making the long walk to the counter where... two young and attractive ladies were working. I still remember that walk over. And the shame of what I was about to buy. Horrendous. Don't actually recall what town that was, but I sure never went back!!

[bagpuss1966]

I used to enjoy the thrill of buying Porn back then , it was the 80s, I was 16yo but well built , there was only one shop in town that sold HC, an old tobacconist, dirty shop front an on going in, it was all spick and span clean ,wooden olde world style shop interior, But behind the counter the owner had HC mags propped up ..The old guy was called *Blind Bob* , squinted eyed old wizardy bloke , I was buying the usual Mayfair , Escort, but had been told by guys at school of this place , I went in nervous and said what mags have you got in a gruff voice he said well I sell them , 1 for tenner , an two for 15 , I said Oh two Please , he spent time picking up two different ones, he had a flip thru them, nodded and grinned and then pushed them in the brown bag , he then spent an age sealing them with tape .. I nervously handed over my saved pocket money ..I then got the bus home horny as hell , straight upstairs , opended them , an they were Superb , Big Hard Cocks Fucking sexy girls in all holes , lots of cum shots , I treasured them Swedish mags , I later learnt he sold all the spanking mags I adored and still love now ..

[Monkeywench]

Originally Posted by Sharkhunter

I hear you about wanting to buy a mag when the shop was empty Monkeywench... Schoolkids, grannies... What a nightmare!

I rember one particularly hideous experience standing behind someone at the counter, taking ages to pay for whatever they'd bought, with a rolled up top shelf magazine in my hand to hide the cover to the casual observer. Gradually the shop started to fill up and I found myself part of a very long queue!

I also started buying newspapers in order to hide the magazine inside when I left the shop.

I was convinced I was going to get caught by someone I knew. Never happened though.

Not while I was buying anyway. When I was looking at one but that's another story for another thread...

[Sharkhunter]

Originally Posted by Monkeywench

I rember one particularly hideous experience standing behind someone at the counter, taking ages to pay for whatever they'd bought, with a rolled up top shelf magazine in my hand to hide the cover to the casual observer. Gradually the shop started to fill up and I found myself part of a very long queue!

I also started buying newspapers in order to hide the magazine inside when I left the shop.

I was convinced I was going to get caught by someone I knew. Never happened though.

Not while I was buying anyway. When I was looking at one but that's another story for another thread...

Being caught up in a queue whilst holding a porno mag was probably my worst nightmare. Thankfully I always seemed to time it perfectly. I too used the newspaper trick, often ironically with a copy of the Daily Mail.

There was no chance of being rumbled by someone I knew, as I made it a point to travel a little away from my usual haunts!

[Monkeywench]

Originally Posted by Sharkhunter

Being caught up in a queue whilst holding a porno mag was probably my worst nightmare. Thankfully I always seemed to time it perfectly. I too used the newspaper trick, often ironically with a copy of the Daily Mail.

That's absolutely hilarious. I was a guardian man myself. Easier to hide a mag in a broadsheet.

In fact I would have probably preferred being caught coming out of the newsagents with a porn mag rather than the Daily Mail

[Sharkhunter]

I am not keen on Americanisms, but in this case "broadsheet" is wholly appropriate! (Broad, geddit? )

Most of the time I slipped the mag into my study folders (imagine that, hot blonde Ginny sitting alongside copious notes on nineteenth century philosophers) or bought a copy of a "newspaper" with a Page 3 girl in it. Win/win.

[Girlfan]

I once fell victim to the curse of the incompetent assistant: all was going well - the shop was empty, I'd selected a new Club International with what promised to be a very stimulating set featuring Ginny inside, and I'd even selected my copy of the Guardian with which to cover up my purchase, and I had the exact right change in my hot little hand. All was in place for a fast, discreet get away with the goods.... but the shop assistant had other ideas.
First of she had to hunt for her specs to read the price of the magazine; then she couldn't get the till working. The seconds ticked by, and my insides turned to water as another customer entered...... finally, my faithful assistant got the till open, and took my money - only to drop it in a shower of coins. Two more customers came in whilst she scrabbled around to get my money. Fortunately none of the new customers knew me - like Sharky, I never did it "in my own backyard", and always made my purchases a mile or so from home. I'm sure they weren't, but I felt that all of the other clients of this particular shop were fully paid-up members of Mrs. Whitehouse's National Viewers' & Listeners' Association, and they were all staring at me and my disgusting purchase. I could feel their looks of disapprobation burning into my back.
All highly embarrassing, but at least I had Ginny to comfort me once I got home!

[Sharkhunter]

Wrapping up a porno in a copy of the Guardian, Girlfan... I wonder what their bearded lesbian editorial team thought of that?

As for the Mary Whitehouse brigade... *Shiver*. I was more terrified of being cornered by one of the grannies than pulling the entire shelf down in my desperation to reach that elusive copy of Club...