On this interesting topic:
My Dad did not have a porn stash. Believe me, I checked. He was a Conservative Republican Prude, until he had to face the fact that both of his sons were Gay,
(out and proud!)
At best, on his bedside table were books like "
The Peter Principle", which had nothing to do with the "peters" that we, here, are fascinated by.
But, early on, my two best friends Dad's did have porn stashes, and as far as I'm concerned, that is how my sexual life and interests, began.
My first "best friend" and next door neighbor was, Mike. His Dad was a burly, hairy chested ironworker for the nearby Navy base, in Bremerton, WA, who was always, on weekends, working on his cars in their garage, the walls of which were covered by various years of scantily clad, big-boobed Calendar Girls.
Mike and I would help him out in there pretty often, handing him tools or rags as he did an oil change or whatever,
(my eyes totally GLUED to him when he had his shirt off!), and we soon discovered that he kept a tall stack of "Men's" magazines,
(mostly Playboy mags), barely "hidden" in the space behind the staircase that led from the house, into the garage, with a small couch situated in it... Instant
"Man Cave"!
His Dad was often out at the Navy's shipyard for days at a time, leaving Mike and I plenty of
"alone time" to flip through his Dad's girlie mag stash. Much mutual masturbation happened on that little couch!
I remember there being a shelf attached on the stairway with a roll of paper towels set on it, and a small garbage can below it, rather full of wadded up paper towels...
Go figure!
Sad for me, Mike's Dad decided to move his family to Bremerton, for the convenience of his work.
But, soon after, I made a new friendship with Artie, who lived a couple of blocks away. We became good pals and he started inviting me over to his house a lot. His Dad was a carpenter and furniture maker, with a woodworking shop on a canal, next door to their house. We would go there with our fishing rods, and caught trout and sometimes salmon, from the canal. His Dad was proud of our efforts and would barbeque the fish for dinners there.
I loved watching Artie's very handsome, tall and lanky dad building cabinets and other furniture in his workshop, often only clad,
shirtless, in Carhartt overalls. To this very day, I still fantasize about that sweet man!... but, I digress...
sorry... dreaming!
Back to Artie... After many visits to his house, he took me down to their basement and showed me his Dad's plentiful porn stash. Beyond just stacks of Playboy magazines, there were many others that were more "adventurous", including PlayGirl mags and another called "VIVA", which had lots of male nudes, even some showing men with raging boners. I was in "Seventh Heaven", especially when Artie sat down with one of the mags, pulled his rather large, intact cock out of his pants and nodded to me to sit down with him. I had a NEW best friend!
A couple of years later, my family moved away to another city. I was bereft for awhile...
But, then I met Jeff, and his Dad's porn stash...
Ha ha!
I hope that my story did not bore you.
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