Descent Into Porn & Masturbation - Part One

Descent Into Porn & Masturbation

Introduction

Porn & Masturbation is to me as valid a fetish as BDSM, role play and voyerism to name a few. Recently the verbs gooning, edging and bating have been used to describe the sexual act of spending hours in front of porn masturbating. It is my view that this sexual fetish should be properly called P&M (Porn & Masturbation). The use on the term P&M would encompass all the gooners, goon-pigs, edgers, bateaddicts, wankfiends and those who mic together, cam together, and bate together over porn in all its wonderful depravity.


Most of those who will read this blog into my deviant descent into Porn & Masturbation may well recognise the path I have followed. It starts with humble lusts and descends into more and more nuanced fetishes and harder and perverted acts of pure masturbatory pleasures.

The plan is to breakup my story into three parts. Part one will explore my start into wanking and my discovery of the world of porn. Part two examines the development of my lusts in porn, how that changed throughout my 20's and looks at the beginnings of me becoming more aware of my desire to masturbate and talk about it with other bators. Part three will chart my ultimate descent as a porn loving gooning wanker. It will explore the depths of my lusts and how they are currently a huge part of my pornosexuality, and to perhaps understand where it may end up (one big cummy mess will be my guess!).

Part One - The Early Years

I remember having erections for quite sometime before I realised masturbation was one way of dealing with this issue. I had been a horny lad for a number of years before, having fantasy thoughts about girls and women. It was at the age of eleven I learnt that closing my fist around my cock and pumping away until a dry orgasm gave me blissful release and I remember my first wank. I was sat in my bedroom thinking about some girl and my hand started touching my hardon. The feeling of guilt post orgasm weighed on my mind with the dread of being caught and the naughtiness of the act, mixed with the intense pleasure I had just given myself. Before I knew it i was fist fucking myself again and I spent most of the day lay in my bed stroking my self silly .

This carried on for sometime but at that age I was getting more and more turned on by visual stimulation. At that time I could practically bate over the slightest glimpse of tits, panties and pretty faces. The desire to find wanking material was strong and in the pre-internet age the major source for this was the lingerie pages of catalogues.






The near nakedness of the models and how the looked so sexy in the lingerie excited me for hours. I started carefully pulling out the pages of the catalogues and stashing them under my bed. The collection grew quickly and masturbation games sprang in my mind such as who was the prettiest model, the sexist outfit, best tits, legs, arse and who would I shoot my load over. I would spread out the pages on my bed, naked me in the middle surrounded by all these sexy women. Retrospectively reviewing this habit was an early precursor to my now gooning sessions and I was in my element. It was around this time and because of the lingerie that I occasionally used my mother's panties to wank into and one time put them on. I quickly thought I would be immediately caught, took them off and didn't wear them again but the feeling did stay with me. At this point I was in the formative stages of my pornosexuality and my cock lusted for as many sexy looking women as possible and I needed more.

British TV was still quite conservative in the 90s but in it's comedy references to sex and "doing it" was everywhere. This fueled my fervent wank thoughts and shows such as Eurotrash gave glimpses of sexy bodies as well as warped sense of sexuality I had not yet been privy too. Where I wasn't mature enough to fully appreciate its tongue in cheek look at the bizarre world of euro kink, my hand understood that these programmes would power my hard cumming masturbation sessions. What might be described by others as my perversions was probably started by watching and wanking to these shows.






As I grew older another source bate material opened up to me. Three red top newspapers The Sun, Daily Star and The Daily Sport contained pictures of topless girls, The Sport in particular littered its pages with lurid stories of secret orgies, threesomes, kinky perversions, and filthy Britain. How could I not resist the temptation of topless models wearing only bikini bottoms, knickers and stockings or just a sultry look. These soon replaced the now very creased and cum splattered lingerie pages as sexy girls could be bought fresh every day. Again my routine of laying these picture all around me as leered over them, lustily pumping my cock into a sticky cum frenzy was not just a daily occurrence but I could masturbate on average 7 times a day and even more if I was left a lone for long enough.









By 14 nothing could ever stop myself from being a wankfiend. My masturbation wasn't contained to the bedroom, i soon wanked at school in the toilets fantasizing over the girls and teachers and when on the bus ride home I would imagine them in orgies, threesomes and in lingerie, all pleasuring me and my hard prick. I couldn't escape my lust filled thoughts and eventually I asked a friend if he felt the same.

This wasn't just a spur of the moment throwaway comment. My friend and I had been discussing girls for a while on our way home, who we fancied, who we would shag. When we got to his house we would usually sit in his room and continue this talk, being lurid about fucking teachers in their pussies, eating them out, even fucking them together. We would sit there, our erections in our trousers bursting to get out. He would bring his mother's clothing catalogues to his room and we would discuss which pictures we liked and how we'd like to fuck them. This always resulted in me going home horny and desperate to masturbate my growing penis. I always did. One day we were once again sat on his bed leafing through some page 3 models and having our steamy chat when I could take it any longer. I had to say it, I knew the real answer but I need him to admit it, "Do you wank?"

After some hesitation "Yes" came his lascivious confession. "Do you?" I nodded.

We stopped for a second and looked at each other both knowing that this was a huge and dangerous departure from any norm we knew of...we hadn't even kissed girls at this point and yet we had just admitted to each other a dark secret about our sexual self fist-fucking. "Do you want to wank now I asked?" He lost some heart at the point and said no, he was lying but said it was alright for me to do it, he wouldn't mind. To shy to show another boy (or person for that matter) my erection I unzipped my pants and reached into my briefs and started wanking. It felt amazing to be next to my best friend, looking at tits and stroking and soon i came big in my briefs. Masturbation had suddenly taken another step into depravity and my cock loved it.


It wasn't until the next time I was at his house that he felt comfortably to also wank with me and soon after taking the next step of showing each other our cocks we were well on our way as wank buddies. The chats got ruder, soft core porn was recorded from Channel 5, we found a shop that would sell us the daily sport, all our talk was about sex, lesbians, orgies, masturbating, threesomes, cumming, fingering, blowjobs, titwanks, spitroasts, ball sucking, wanking, double penetration, girls, teachers, tv presenters, models, actresses, page 3, lingerie, stockings, panties, bras, corsets, skirts, blouses, tits, arses, cute faces, slutty lips, cum drinkers, creampies, facials, leather, latex, blondes, brunettes, redheads, pussies, fannies, clits, licking, boob sucking, stroking, sexual lineups, fitties, hotties, *******, fondling and everything and anything else of craven *********t minds could imagine.





After a while of we started talk about how good wanking felt and since we had no female company we started to explore what it felt like to touch each other. This meant mutual masturbation, frotting, cumming over each others hands as we encouraged and turned each other on. We became experts at playing with our cocks, We knew what mentally and visually excited us but now we were working out what physically excited us both. Our penises became a playground for two tugging, horny, lads who spent all their time with each other talking about sex and porn. We would go swimming and shower naked when no one else was there. We would have wanks in the changing rooms, in the school toilets and even in some wasteland part on our walk home. It was later on that we explored giving each other blowjobs just to know what one felt like and if it wasn't for the issue of my parents moving we would have no doubt carried on. It was all hot lad stuff that didn't make me gay but rather made be a better wanker.

Once I had moved it was back to my old routines but the UK by now had lad mags and glamour girls which charged my cock and hand into orgasmic action. FHM, Loaded and Nuts provided a glossier set of babes to toss over but my cock required sex and lots of it to satisfy my urges.







As much as I wanked to these happily I need something else. I resolved that when I turned 18 I would go and buy hardcore porn. I had seen a vintage tape of german porn from a friend and the grainy footage was enough to have me bating for hours but I knew there was better out there, the back pages of the Daily Sport and the lad mags promised me that. So it was that when I turned 18 the first chance I had I walked into an adult shop, heart pumping in my chest, cock hardening in my pants and I encountered the real world of pornography. It wouldn't be the last time I would do so.