I was going to say this.
Add me to the “found porn in the woods” list.
I was probably about 8 or 9, and my dad left a porn mag on the back of the couch - I think it was Gallery, bot it may have been Cheri. All I remember is a woman in green on a car, and thinking that between her legs looked weird.
Not the only time my dumb-ass dad left porno out - when I was about 13, I heard a shriek, and my mom yelling “Pornography! In the bathroom!” I said, “Don’t look at me!”, and my dad had to admit that it was his - a Penthouse, Penthouse FORUM, and something else.
Joe
Ah the joys of getting cable. I have forgot what movie it is from now. “There is a boob!” It was a scrambled cable station that these teenaged boys were watching.
That was my first experience when my Dad finally got cable. I was probably about 10 and would watch the channel intently for the occasional unscrambled signal.
Thank God for the internet.
I was 21 years old, believe it or not. I was in Vietnam and one of the guys from the Korean’s camp brought over some porn films and charged us to see them.
Back in the 70s, it was undoubtedly the dirty comic book stylings of Sex to Sexty. Those things are such a trip and happily, you can still find them on eBay.
Playboys at my favorite babysitting gig when I was 15. Followed by “Deap Throat” 8 mm on the wall of my boyfriend’s parent’s apartment when I was 16.:eek::eek::eek:
“What to watch a movie tonight?”
Oh… that sweet, sweetNational Geographic porn.
Grade 3, 1979. Someone left a stack of gay porn, hardcore gay porn, dicks in asses in mouths, in the swing set. I can still remember the images and the way I felt when I saw them. Kind of shocked and sick.
Wasn’t there a thread on SomethingAwful a while back, where a guy had a box o’ porn he wanted to get rid of? IIRC, a bunch of people suggested plastic bagging it and leaving the box in the woods, because that was the traditional thing to do.
Actual pornography? The Internet, 1996.
Non-sexual pictures of naked people that I found sexually exciting? The public library, 1993. “GASP that’s a… that’s a boy!”
I don’t actually remember when I saw my first porn – probably at an embarrassingly late age.
The first time I saw a naked woman (and man), though: third or fourth grade. Near the back of an innocuous-looking book on the Beatles was a photo of Lennon & Yoko Ono’s album Two Virgins.
That cover was the both of them, starkers. I was shocked and disgusted;I shouldn’t be seeing this! They’re grownups! All that hair!
- Kid brought a “flip book” to school.
Well it’s not porn per se but as a kid my parents took me to a wide range of movies without regard to the rating, none of which were porn, but some of which were racy. Not that that aspect of the movies really interested me when I was young.
When I got a little older it was National Geographic native women, scrambled Playboy channel, and the Playboy magazines in my grandfather’s attic.
As my interests changed I managed to steal a few of my aunt’s Playgirls from her storage room. And my parents subscribed to the PG channel so I would tape ones that had more naked men.
In college there was finally internet, although it was 2400 baud and relegated to small gifs. It went on from there. And of course I could buy my own porn now 
I don’t think it’s had a huge negative effect, but I can see it giving some people a warped or distorted view of what healthy sexual relationships and body types will be like.
We spent summers in a cabin at a nudist camp when I was a kid, so I don’t consider Playboy “porn”. It’s just pictures of naked women, and I had a subscription when I was 11.
My first real porn was a “dirty book” discovered by the fence of my junior high school. I can still remember the title and the basic plot - “Willing Little Virgin”, who decided to remedy that by inviting the three boys next door over for a sex party. After that, I found a stash of hardcore porn in my dad’s office. He was a cop at the time, and I suspect this was from a raid on an x-rated bookstore, the legendary “Time to Read” newsstand in Kansas City.
Some of the images are still stuck in my mind. I prefer the stuff from the 70s for a number of reasons; for the most part it was pre-tattoos. The women usually weren’t shaved or pierced either. And, and this is the big one, is that they were often smiling. Huge, toothy grins of of happiness, or blissful smiles of pleasure. My pet peeve is the “sultry” expression most of the women in porn try for these days…they usually only look bitchy or constipated. Sex is, as Woody Allen said, the most fun you can have without laughing. I prefer to see that fun.
I think I was about 13 or so, when I saw my friend’s brother’s Playboys. See, I was underprivileged and grew up in the middle of Los Angeles where there were no woods of any kind within 20 miles.
My dad neglected to weed out his adult fiction from his collection of sci-fi paperbacks before I got old enough to read. There were no pictures, but at a precocious age I read about Richard Blade in Dimension X, and Gor, and a Playboy Paperback series called *Spaceways *that had some freaky stuff in it. I wonder if I wasn’t very slightly warped by those books, and I rather wish my first exposure to erotica had been something a little more tame.
When I was ten or eleven years old (1995-1996) I found my dad’s neglected stack of Playboys from the 80’s. They were easy enough to get to when I was alone in the house, so I revisited them several times.
Mostly I confused. Hadn’t realized I was gay yet and didn’t really see the appeal of them.
Saw my first gay porn very shortly after my parents got an internet connection in 1998. Ah, the days of porn on dial-up before pop-up blocker…
I went looking for porn when we first got an internet connection in the mid-90’s, when I was a freshman in high school. I knew even then that the Internet is for porn!
Damn those dial-up speeds, though. Sometimes 10 minutes to load a single picture! And I became a young master of the fast click, in case my parents came home.
Was traveling with my family when we broke down in a godforsaken town somewhere in Wyoming. (Rawlins, I think.) While the camper was being repaired, me & my little bro (I was 12, he was 9) discovered a rack of Penthouse, Playboy, Oui, and similar magazines which we secretly read for several hours. My bro had never seen a coochie before – up until that point, he assumed all girls had a penis.
I think our parents knew exactly what we were doing, but they welcomed the peace & quiet for once. 
When I was in grade school, like 7th or 8th grade, I found a bag of magazines in the park while looking for aluminum cans. They weren’t Playboys, these were all very hardcore books crammed full of most of the perversions you can think of. Over the next hour I learned about lesbians, strap ons, fisting, anal sex, bdsm, gang bangs, and golden showers. It totally blew my mind.
This was my first real experience with anything sexual. Prior to this, my father had made a stumbling attempt to explain a few things to me, but quit when I started asking questions he didn’t want to answer. At first I didn’t understand a lot of things. I wondered why people did things that obviously hurt, and concluded that it was like WWF Wrestling. But that didn’t quite work, because that man’s penis was obviously not in the correct hole, and it looked like she was enjoying it. It really confused me.
I completely avoided adults over the next few weeks, thinking that they all did all of that stuff. I wondered where my mom kept her big pile of sex toys, and how many men she’d had at once. Or what my mom and her friends had done together. I would see different people talking and wonder how many times they’d done it and what they did. Through talking to other people about it, I figured out that what I had was the exception, and not the rule. I was relived, because I was quite certain that I didn’t want to do at least half of the things I had seen. But I really wanted to do the other half. I’ve always wondered how much this has affected me.
I kept the magazines in a hole in corner of the park. I had them for one really good summer, and then the park managers started a big project to improve the place, and filled in and turfed over any holes they could find.