Descent Into Porn & Masturbation - Part 2

Introduction

Welcome back to my personal exploration in my journey into P&M (Porn & Masturbation). By 18 I was committed to masturbation, craving harder porn and had the means to get it. Over this period, I was in normal sexual relationships with girlfriends, but porn and wanking were still a growing part of my own self pleasure.
In this part I will discuss how I delved cock first into hardcore pornography from magazines through to the internet. A long the way my masturbation habits changed with new fantasies developing, some strengthening and the discovery of new wanking experiences and opportunities.

Part 2 – From Hardcore Porn to Bating fiend



Entering an adult store for the first time was one of the most exhilarating experiences I had ever done. Walking through the blacked-out door and into porn’s Neverland was the fulfillment of vividly imagined dreams and the basis of a lot of filthy wank sessions. Once the initial rush of making it into to the place subsided, I took in the shelves packed with items to satisfy every perverts’ delight. Rows of DVDs, magazines, dildos, chains, whips, lube, butt plugs, cock rings, sex dolls, strap-ons, aromas, latex, leather, fishnets, slut wear, outfits, cock pumps, sex dolls and more enticed me to want to have every sensation it could all possibly offer me. My cock felt semi hard in my pants and it was involuntarily oozing precum at the sight of the covers of the DVDs flooding my lusting brain.

I wandered around staring at all the porn, and there was a lot of it! I nervously picked up a couple of cases and looked at the descriptions…they showed still pictures from the films of girls being fucked in all sorts of positions, some cum drenched, some just looking slutty. I needed to have it all. There was every type of porn imaginable on offer and the huge rack of magazine offered even more material for a young man eager to pump his load.



I was conscious of the amount of time I had been looking at the hardcore smut on display and was overwhelmed with choice. I selected a couple of DVDs and a few magazines based on the cavorting porn queens on the covers, paid and left for the hardcore porn den I was to make of my bedroom. The first DVD I bought was Rocco a****l Trainer 4. Fuck Me! This blew my mind and my cock so many times it still makes me hard thinking about it. Seeing proper hardcore fucking for the first time had me naked and I was cumming almost instantly. It took huge amount of self-control to eventually watch the first scene in full without shooting huge ropes of spunk all over myself. Watching the girls get stuffed full of hard cockmeat in every hole delighted me and then seeing them covered in so much cum fascinated me. The pornwhores loved it and so did I.




The magazines had some good pictures and kept me hard and pumping when I couldn’t play the DVDs but the other film has been forgotten about. It was some straightforward lesbian scenes which seemed great at the time but was nothing special – I don’t even remember the title. What is more important was my need for porn and masturbation wasn’t satisfied, I craved even more, and it needed to be hard and filthy. I had bought a few more DVDs and was really loving the pornfest afternoons I could have being a student and having the house all to myself. This started deepening some fetishes and interests I have.

The sight of pornwhores dripping in cum and how that made my cock rage was a surprise. It felt dirty and disgusting when I initially spunked to the sight of cum bathed sluts but then it became a big focal point of my masturbation, sperm-soaked she-devils who played, sucked, licked and ate up load after load of bated man cum. This led to a quite substantial GGG film collection as I soaked up hours and hours of girls being wanked and cummed over repeatedly by dozens of ejaculating cocks. Seeing the Goo Girls drowned in jizz had my balls aching to jack off with another guy again, but this isn’t an easy subject to bring up and finding fellow porn loving wankers is difficult right!?!





Over the next few years I embarked on mammoth wank sessions to the porn. These were only interrupted by girlfriends and even though I loved to fuck I also loved to wank. My obsession was getting worse I would go out to clubs and wank in the toilets, get home then fuck the girlfriend and finish with wank after that. I would imagine fucking her with another lad as if she was being double penetrated or pretend, we were surrounded by the wankers from a GGG film and she was being covered in cum as I fucked her hard. One girl I was dating knew a lad (Aaron) who was bi-sexual, and he had offered for us to have a threesome. We laughed but my girlfriend wasn’t keen to share, and she said no but I chatted a bit more with him and we secretly arranged a day round at his house for porn and masturbation.

When I arrived, I was nervous and didn’t know what to expect. Previously my school friend had been a close confident, a great mate and I remember asking him about masturbation and feeling nervous. Here I now was meeting someone I barely knew, knocking on his door not knowing what to expect. It felt dirty, wrong and that I was allowing myself to be exposed as a perverted wanker. It also felt exciting. Once I had gone inside and greeted each other a little bit sheepishly we sat in his living room making small talk. He suddenly asked what porn I liked and I reeled off a long litany of perversions: anal, tits, blowjobs, blowbangs, gangbangs, lingerie, double penetration, threesomes, foursomes, cumshots, facials, bukkake, fake tits, orgies, oil, latex, leather and a lot more. He smiled and said that was so hot and it turned him on too.








At the time I didn’t have access to the internet, but I knew there was a whole catalogue of porn to access. It just so happened that my new friend did have access and he suggested that we look online at porn. He quickly brought up clip and pic sites which was the main way of accessing free porn back then and we were searching for all the type of smut we liked. My cock was bulging in my pants as I saw for the first time the promised land of pornography displayed in all its filthy glory on the internet. Nothing was inaccessible, no act so depraved that wasn’t a search away. Soon Aaron stood up and pulled down his jeans revealing his hardening cock, “well we aren’t masturbating with our cocks in our pants. Let’s see yours” he said. I pulled down my jeans and for the first time in 7 years I was deliberately showing off my porn hardened cock to another guy.

We masturbated for hours that day. Side by side, mutually, frotting, and sucking on each other He introduced me to my first poppers bate as he held the bottle under my nose and I breathed in that rush inducing scent. We huffed, grunted, moaned, cummed and went at it again. We put porn on his TV, computer and surrounded ourselves with magazines. We were naked in each other’s company until in a moment of sheer indulged lust and daring, we both admitted that we both wanted to masturbate whilst wearing stockings and lingerie. Aaron was clearly ahead of me in terms of this fetish and he produced a box containing some sexy lace panties, stockings and slips. We put it on, admired each other then fired up more porn, huffed on the poppers and was once again wanking each other.





The deepening of my depravity to porn was sealed that day. I left with my cock aching after cumming several times, and although I felt disgusted with my behaviour it was just a momentary passing of guilt. Aaron and I met up several times for a six month period. We had some wild porn and masturbation meets and we expanded to having four screens showing all the fucking and cumming turned up to ten. We talk about getting my girlfriend involved but she was quite prudish, and I didn’t have the heart to explain my perversions. We went on chat rooms and shared porn pictures with other wankers, ate each other’s pre and cum, had naked days, lingerie days, smoked weed, huffed poppers and cheered on the filthiest of porn. Eventually he left the area to start work elsewhere and though we kept in contact for a short time we have never met up since, but we had a wild P&M time together.




Although I was back on my own with my porn and newfound pleasures I still needed more. My porn collection grew, my lusts expanding to buying cock rings, a dildo to suck on and lingerie to wear when having a full wank session. I got myself online and satisfied myself with late night masturbation sessions. I entered chat rooms and talked about sex, shared porn, had online sex chat with women and men. I started saving my favourite pictures like when I kept all the lingerie pages as a teen. Every new kinky area of the internet I explored produced bigger and harder erections, huge cumloads and increased my desire to be worshiping porn. My next phase saw me explore the perverted world of online sex chat and masturbation and the deviant minds of fellow porn addicts.