2019-01-11 at 2:22 AM UTC
[my p.a. supernal goa]
I was eight or maybe nine and I still regarded bodily functions as principally comedic rather than as unfortunate biological necessities, and I briefly explored them through a series of prevailing search engines whose narrow scope indexed barely then-censored features of a maturing web landscape. The arrival of Google, in particular, was revolutionary in my transitioning from the vulgar anal stage into a very uncertain phallic future.
Shortly after discovering Google, I performed an image search of the word "shit" and was excited by a number of hits which defied the limits of my understanding of numbers. Among them was a captured still of a naked woman (whose body composition was typical of a porn star, something foreign to me at the time), kneeling on a tile floor in a bathroom, with a large, black, erect penis emerging from either side of the frame cradled in each hand directly next to her anticipating mouth. Finding this presented me with a defining libidinal conflict. I didn't understand what was happening because I'd never encountered bodies arranged this way, which is probably why it intrigued me.
When I did manage to find the source video and watch it, I was at once seized upon by the startling fact of fellatio. It had no reproductive purpose, but it was apparently desirable. I didn't understand why a woman would want to do it (though we all learn eventually that they really don't) but the one in the video seemed delighted by the privilege of two negro men flooding her hair and eyes with ejaculate. More perplexing still was the arousal: I knew implicitly that the response followed the stimuli, but I couldn't fathom how or why. I had to get to the truth of the matter.
Following this event, I spent several years consuming pornography of every available sort, intent on finding new pleasures to fixate upon, before learning how to masturbate from a boy at school at an appropriate crossroad. I've since come to identify the lower halves of these black men and the eager white woman between them as erotic teachers because they were the first people outside of my family who instructed me on the subject of my emerging sexuality, something which quickly became a project of secret worship at the altar of my virtual body.
For better or for worse, my sexual development was from its first self-aware moment sharply divergent from that of my forefathers. I suspect my experience has become very typical, although my path since hasn't been.
2019-01-11 at 3:52 AM UTC
[rumor the placative aphakia]
I found dirty magazines in a dumpster behind a store that sold dirty magazines.
2019-01-11 at 3:58 AM UTC
I found dirty magazines as well and I feel kinda bad for kids who had access to internet porn at pubescence.
2019-01-11 at 4:31 AM UTC
The following users say it would be alright if the author of this
post didn't die in a fire!
2019-01-11 at 4:32 AM UTC
This thread has been made at least a dozen tinnes but to answer
A. First ever found was dad's magazines
B. Next ever found was dad's VHS's including the famous BUTTMAN GOES TO RIO
I guess thsts it to answer thr question
2019-01-11 at 4:46 AM UTC
i was in the woods with this nigga named daniel and we came across some magazines and i looked at some pictures and didn't know what the fuck was going on. i was probably like 12 or something maybe. i wonder whatever happened to that dude, his little sister was hot
2019-01-11 at 5:34 AM UTC
when i was 7 i was approached by a man asking if i'd like to appear on tv, like movie stars.
i agreed and he took me to his house where theres this camera linked directly into his tv. sometimes i feel really sad for the things that happened to that little boy on that tv.
2019-01-11 at 6:37 AM UTC
Vids or it didn't, ya know.
2019-01-11 at 6:42 AM UTC
we are allowed to post Career Profiles here ?
2019-01-11 at 6:49 AM UTC
I've not read the thread yet but I'm going to veer from the topic matter of pornography.
When I was like 6, some older neighborhood kid was (supposedly) playing water wars with my brothers and his friend. Somehow I wandered over to a corner exterior of my house, probably to hide from a water gun.
Anyway, he all creeps up on me and pulls out his Mongolian Spider. Right as he did it, his family drove past and honked at him and I dain't seen that fucker since.
One big fucking Pepe The Frog with big black pubes
2019-01-11 at 7:39 AM UTC
[keratinize my mild-tasting blossoming]
Oh man, mine was great...
For time/technology context (Internet porn didn't really exist yet - or if it did, it was in textual/ASCII form and thus not all that titilating): The year was 1993.
This older girl (I was 9 at the time, she was 13) showed me this magazine with a picture of a naked man and woman. I was curious, but not aroused, as I was only 9 at the time.
Later that night, we slept in the same bed, and she started reaching over towards my genital region. Again, I wasn't sexually aroused, but I was really... excited for some reason (that, at the time, I couldn't quite put my finger on).
Oh, and speaking of "put(ting) my finger" on things... While I was hoping (for some reason) that she would grab my flaccid 9-year old penis, she grabbed a hold of my hand, and guided it towards her down south lady parts...
Little did I know, at the time, that that would be the last time I touched a pussy for the next DECADE.
2019-01-11 at 7:40 AM UTC
[my p.a. supernal goa]
This was all much more than I needed to know.
2019-01-11 at 7:41 AM UTC
[my p.a. supernal goa]
I can't believe people talk about this sort of thing on the internet. Ridiculous.