Chronicles of a London CumPig || Watching Porn

I remember the first time I watched porn—I must have been around 11 or 12. Being 37 now, that was a long time ago, hehe.  

I say “porn” but it was just a magazine. An old, dirty, and torn magazine that a friend and I found in a play nest some kids had built in the nearby forest, close to where I lived in the north of Sweden. My friend, who was a year older than me, told me older kids used to go there for “fun, naughty times.” He sounded like he knew what he was talking about but I don’t think he did.

I remember how strange I thought it was, but at the same time appealing and pleasurable, watching those bearded men with their hairy chests and massive cocks forcing them into the colourfully dressed and undressed 80’s women.

I returned there a few more times, alone in the evening with a torch, and I remember comparing my tiny cock with the guys in the photos and hoping mine would grow as big one day, hehe… Did it, I wonder? lol.

Can you then believe the joy and wonder when I discovered a similar magazine, this one whole and with no torn-out pages, in my mums bottom wardrobe box? It was well hidden away and, I think, must have been a remnant of her brief marriage. I took it out of its mini thin box, an old soap box from a foreign country. That gave the magazine a sweet flowery smell, and made the Pervy experience when unfolding the pages and looking at the glorious uncut cocks playing in their female counterparts even more pleasurable.

I used my mum’s carpeted floor as friction to create magic in my pants while turning page after page. Those magic moments when mum was away from home, hehe, ooh la la…

And I was always envious of the guys in the photos. They seemed so focussed and so content. I didn’t understand it, but I liked it a LOT, hehe, and I knew one day that would be me… (well, sort of, anyhow).

I wonder how it is nowadays growing up, when porn is so much more widely available. Back then it could be  weeks and even months between sessions of sneaking out into the forest or playing on the carpet—oh, the frustration, lol.

This week has been a quiet one for me. I’ve been playing an online game (Diablo III) like a proper nerd—I’m a level 52 wizard now in HELL mode, where I’m beating down demons by the minute.

Oh and I’ve started talking to a handsome homeless person on my way back home from work every day. More about that in another blog.