As a naive and innocent teen, I baby-sat for the couple across the alley from our house. They had a HUGE collection of Playboys and Penthouses. Quite the education, tho in the 60s, they were much milder than today.
First porn movie I saw was “Deep Throat” - borrowed from a guy at work. I was 32 or so and had never seen a porn flick, so good ol’ Bob loaned it to hubby and me. I recall laughing uncontrollably at the theme song. Porno is SOOOO stoopid!
I was 10, my parents were out for the evening and my brother and I were home alone. He had found 2 playboy’s in dad’s valet. As I recall, one was the September 1978 issue and it also had the girls of the PAC 10 in it.
My parents didn’t buy porn and were too cheap to pay for premium cable, so I didn’t see a lot of porn growing up. I think I may’ve seen some while babysitting in junior high, though.
The first porn I ever bought was on my 18th birthday, though. A friend was having a party and I asked if I could bring anything. He said, “You’re 18, right? Bring some porn!” So I stopped on my way over and bought cigarettes for my best friend (she was still 17) and copies of “Penthouse” and “Playboy.” I don’t think I got much chance to look at them, though. The guys at the party snagged 'em as soon as we walked in.
The first porno movie I saw was in college. The guys on my floor all got pornos and watched them together every Saturday night. I was the only girl that was ALWAYS there for porno Saturdays, but usually a couple of other girls on the floor would stop by. One weekend they let me go rent the movies, and I came back with 2 normal ones and 1 bi-men one. I put that tape in w/o letting them see the title,thinking I was VERY clever. When the movie started, they sat there for a couple of minutes, and as it dawned on them what kind of movie it was, they all got up silently and filed out of the room. They wouldn’t come back in until I swore to take the movie out and they told me I was never ever EVER allowed to rent porn alone.
Those guys from my dorm also started me smoking and drinking. I owe them so much. 
You and me both, Sublight. Emmanuel in Bangkok remains one of my fondest adolescent memories.
Shouldn’t that probably be fondlest memories? 
Back to topic, my dad always had Playboy and etc around but when my sister and I were probably 7 and 10(respectively), we found his stash of “Hustler” and “Penthouse”. One had a scratch-n-sniff centerfold and my friend and I made my sister sniff it. I used to love reading the “Wicked Wanda” cartoon in the back of Hustler (?).
I was about 8 years old. My parents and I were at a motel and they went out to get something at a local store. I was in the room, just channel surfing and I came upon a strange moving object. I had no idea what it was until the camera zoomed out and it was a guy on top of a girl. I was freaked out and quickly changed the channel.
Do those old sexty sexty magazines count? I can remember being pretty shocked upon discovering a few years worth in the coffee table of people I babysat for. My first porn movie was Flesh Gordon, but I don’t even really remember the movie cause it was a group outing and we were laughing too hard to pay attention.
Thanks to 4 older siblings (3 brothers, one sister):
Playboy and Penthouse when I was around 9 or 10.
Playgirl or something similar when I was around 10.
Though not porn, the thing that most piqued my interest was a copy of “The Joy of Sex” that my brother had. I was probably 13 or so.
Aside to Omni: Sorry to hear your neighborhood get demolished by one of the Plainfield tornados. I hope it was just your neighborhood and not your house. Shit. 
I think the title was Sex To Sexty wasn’t it? I used to love those magazines! The women were drawn SO voluptuously!
I was briefly ‘friends’ with the bad kid in town [mother’s voice]“Don’t hang out with that kid, he’s white trash!”{/mother’s voice]. He was living in the local shit hole rental house with his grandma. (no one knew where his parents were) I would go over to his house and his older brother (whom I don’t actually remember living there) had playboy centerfolds taped all over his bedroom walls. Likewise he could get his hands on tons of playboy magazines. We hid some in an old abandoned shed near his house. That was a popular place to ride our bikes to that summer.
My first porno movie was the old projector type (8mm?). I don’t know where my friends got it. I think I was 17 at the time. I felt so ‘dirty’ watching it… (but so horny afterwards).
The Summer after my older brother’s first year in college we were back to sharing a room again. I was reading some magazine or something, and he said “Here, read this”, and handed a Swank or OUI or something like that. I was in 8th grade or so. That rocked! On a side note… anybody else here ever have to deal with a teen hitting puberty, and sharing a bedroom with two other brothers? Let me tell ya, masturbating in a bunk bed isn’t easy! brother: “quick shaking the bed”, me: “Sorry, I just can’t get comfortable”, etc. You learn the mean of ‘slow and easy wins the race’. :eek:
On another side note… not having a dad around the house (Divorced since I was age 4, and conservative Catholic mom would never re-marry) I never had “the talk”. My first erection was news to me. It just felt pretty cool to touch it. The first time I touched it until “something happened”, I thought I was being punished by God Himself! I was terrified that that ‘sensitive feeling’ would NEVER go away! (Hey, Catholic guilt, what can I say?) Of course where was I the next day? Back at the abandoned shed, of course.
Geez, now that I’ve chronicled this, I can see why I am, the way I am!
Hehe, let me see, on paper or on video? or both…
Playboy, of course! (Jezzz, this has to affect everyone in N. America, unless you’ve been put in a covent - then again, some nun would sneak a Playboy or a Playgirl in).
When my fellow grade 4 classmate was having a b-day party, us boys snuck into his daddy’s room and found a stash under the bed. Of course, we took a look at it and snickered. But after a while (and rumming thru a whole pile of it) we got bored and went back to playing ‘spin-the-bottle’ with the girls downstairs then we watched “SPACEBALL!” on video.
Grade 6. By then I got a little bit of experience and have seen one from this girl who lived just across the street (I kinda miss her, and I’ve always wondered what she’s doing now; same age).
Anyways, I was at this neighbourhood friend’s house and with another friend (both of them were older by 3 years) and we watched a hard-core porn that my fried stole from his brother’s house. He lives in a screwed up home and I found out last year that he committed suicide a few years back. Anyways, on that day, while we were in the middle of watching it (we were bored by the time we saw half of it), his mom woke up and saw what we were watching (their VCR was connected to the whole house) and she came running downstairs and gave a wide look at the three of us then she went back to her breakfast.
Cheers,
jovius
Starting when I was 10 or 11, my best friend and I got quite adept at shoplifting Penthouses. Being the relatively honest type, I’d always leave the money for it on the counter. After enjoying them ourselves, we sold them to friends for a mark-up. Ahh, capitalism.
As for porn videos, my first exposure was visiting my sister at college (I was probably 16). Some guys in her dorm had created a primitive cable/internet operation (this was 1984), with cables running down the hallways and out the windows. They would “broadcast” porn videos to half the campus.
The most enjoyable experience I had with porn (that really doesn’t sound right) was in 1989. I had a bunch of friends from college at my parent’s place for a weekend over the summer, just around the time Johnny Holmes died. On Sunday, the few remaining people at the party decided that we had to honor Mr. Holmes by seeing one of his films. We picked up Marilyn Chambers is Insatiable. It was quite a hoot to watch a porno with close friends (when watching the stuff at my sister’s college amongst her friends, I was fascinated but slightly uncomfortable) - although the one couple amongst the group beat a hasty retreat to a bedroom about halfway through :).
From that day forward until the day he died, our friend John Celli was known simply as “Insatiable”.
RIP, John.
Sua
Penthouse when I was about 11. I remember one of the pictures was a well-developed blonde lying on a large tree branch. She was wearing a leopard print top and nothing below the waist. She had her legs spread frog-style. She had a lot going on at the crotch level. Let’s just say the phrase “Read my lips” comes to mind now. I remember getting a boner, but not knowing what to do with it.
As for video, I had gotten together with some friends (three of us, including myself, were 17 and the other three were 18) went to a porno theater. The lady at the box office asked for picture ID’s. Since three of us were 17, we knew we couldn’t get in legally so we used the paper versions (no photos) of the 18-yr-olds. I knew the lady knew was we were doing, but she let us in anyway. The movie we saw was Female Athletes with John “The Wad” Holmes. We laughed through most of it. There was the required “man in a raincoat” in the theater and some guy who was sleeping and us. One of us (who turned to be gay and died of AIDS in 1988) said he had to “go to the bathroom”. We all had a good laugh at that.
Proofread, Stupid! We laughed that he said he had to “go to the bathroom”, NOT that he died of AIDS!
Note to self: don’t post while taking medication…
Thats funny! I forget the name of it to, but that was the first one I watched as well. I think if memory serves it was made from “woman-cum”, but I digress. My neighbor lent it to my Dad I think, and my brother found it stashed in a cupboard somewhere. I was about 10 or 11 I think.
We first got cable when I was 13 or 14. Excited as I was at finally being able to watch Beavis and Butthead in the comfort of my home, I was thrilled to discover that the playboy channel was very poorly scrabled. It showed up in negative, with no sound but still very easy to identify what was going on. I spent hours and hours watching that channel with the door shut, paranoid that someone else in the house might walk in wanting to watch tv.
But I’ll never have the guts to ask her.
I was about 10, I think, and snooping around in mom’s cedar chest. I have no idea what I was looking for, but I found some postcard-type photos and a little book called “Sweet Sisters.” (My gosh, I can’t believe I remember the title!)
Anyway, the pictures looked like mom. Tame, by today’s standards, but still . . .
I found some racy romance novels when I was 8 or 9. I had no idea what was happening, but I thought it somehow related to that scene in “Dirty Dancing” (you know the one). I read them nonstop when I got home from school for a while, then lost interest.
The first porn pics though…I was 14, helping my friend clean up her huge garage so we could have a party there. I found a stash of Playboys from the late 70’s and snuck them out. I remember reading the sex advice column, the cartoons, and I recall seeing several naked men too, which held my interest.
I really loved those damn mags. I was afraid I might be gay just because I had them, but then I realized I didn’t really care about the naked women. The sex stories and the naked guys were more dog-eared, if ya get my drift.
I think the first time I saw a porn magazine was around lat May. Then it got taken away in school thanks to a stupid moron in my class. And my first porn movie was this summer. It was really bad and it made me laugh more than anything else.
Don’t really remember my first porn experience so I will share some general memories.
First explicit sex in literature: Jean Auel’s Clan of the Cave Bears books (11 years old).
First porn purchase: Walked in to Lloyd Center B. Dalton (Portland, OR) and asked how old do you have to be to buy Playboy. Counter person said “no age”. Proceeded to purchase a Playboy, Penthouse Forum, and two “novels” (14 years old).
First porn transaction: Traded two Playboy centerfolds (one of which was a model from Price is Right) for a copy of Wrestlemania <something>. (12 years old) NOTE: I have no recollection of how I came into possession of those centerfolds.
First found porn: A beat up copy of Cheri in the alley behind Tower Mall (Vancouver, WA). (15 years old) Strangely, I have found a porn mag just lying in the street three times in my life.
First porn movie: Emmanuelle on Cinemax (16 years old).
Second porn movie: Some Swedish thing rented by the older kids while at Boy’s State in Ellensburg, Washington (16 years old).
Third porn movie: An illegal Traci Lords video borrowed from a dorm-mates father (with permission). (18 years old)
Most embarrassing porn moment: My mom helping me move from one apartment to another. She finds a receipt from the time I rented “The World’s Funniest Porn Bloopers”. She does not mention it at the time, instead she waits to mention it at a family party thrown in my honor (22 years old).
Most recent porn experience: Coming home to find a video left in the VCR, indicating that Baglady had worked off some extra energy after I left for work that morning. (26 years old)
I’ve seen one of those! Oh My God, How funny! Famous fatman, Ron Jeremy blows his wad into the starlettes mouth. She gets up and slaps him, and says something to the effect of “I told you not to cum in my mouth, you bastard!” Of course he’s just laughing. Go, Ron, Go!
I also forgot to mention… We used to go to a Drive-In Porno Theatre! No Shit! We’re talking XXX. The only one I remember seeing was Paradise Island or something like that, starring John Holmes’s Huge Tool. Anyone ever been to Sand Springs, Oklahoma? That’s where it was.