I’d reached the age of nineteen and every time I visited our local newsagent store, I couldn’t keep my eyes off the covers of the adult magazines on the top shelf. Even just the bikini- and underwear- clad women on the covers drove me wild, knowing what might be inside. Though I was into internet porn, there was just something so tempting about those magazines. I was now legally old enough to buy them, but I was too embarrassed to reach up and take one. Then it happened.
That unforgettable day I was in the newsagent store with a corner of my hungry eye on the row of magazines when the proprietor, Mr. Braeburn, a kindly-looking guy in his fifties who wore glasses, spoke to me.
“Young man,” he said. “You want to look at those dirty magazines, don't you?” I felt my face go bright red. But then he continued. “Come into my back storeroom and I'll let you have a good look for nothing.”
I knew my parents wouldn't be home for another couple of hours, so I agreed immediately. He put the “closed” sign up on his door and we went into his back store.
A minute later I was frantically turning pages and my hungry eyes were ogling women ranging from pretty girls looking not much older than me to mature women my mother's age and older, showing off their naked bodies in erotic poses I could hardly believe. Nude women were sprawling, kneeling with their tits stuck out, squatting wide legged, on all fours with their tits swinging and much more. My penis strained over breasts of every size and shape thrust out and hanging pendulously.
Between wide spread legs I saw pussies ranging from smooth shaven through neat strips of pubic hair to full bush cunts. Big round bottoms gleamed smoothly, with cunt hair peeping between ass cheeks. In some pictures there were naked men too, masturbating huge erect cocks over naked women, being hand jobbed or sucked off by women, or fucking women in every sex position I'd ever heard of.
There were also gay magazines. I flicked through pictures of naked men and men in sexy underwear in poses as erotic as the women. I opened one randomly at a centrefold picture of a bearded man, looking in his forties, standing naked except for women's red high heel shoes astride a big motorcycle with a red tank. His head was thrown back in the ecstasy of orgasm. He was thrusting his erect penis forward with his hand wrapped round it. The camera had caught his jet of semen spurting from his penis and splashing over the tank. I guess I’m straight, but something about him nearly snapped my straining hard penis.
As I was looking at the guy astride his motorcycle, I felt Mr. Braeburn's hand on my backside, feeling my bottom through my trousers. His fingertips slowly followed the hem of my briefs across my buttocks. I felt a shock of erotic excitement.
“Do you like seeing those men showing off their big, stiff cocks?” Mr. Braeburn asked.
I suddenly became very conscious of my trousers bulging very conspicuously over my erection. Before I could reply he continued.
“Would you do something for me?” He asked.
“What, Mr. Braeburn?” I'd thought there would be a quid pro quo for this exhibition and I’d already guessed what it might be.
“I’d like you to strip naked for me.” I was right.
I'd been naked with other young men in the gym showers, but only ever with our cocks flaccid. I was a virgin and my sex life consisted of masturbation, online porn and playing with my mother’s underwear. I was hungry. After seeing all that porn I was in the mood for anything. I couldn’t resist!
I stripped quickly down to my grey cotton speedo style briefs. I felt as if I was having the biggest stiffest erection of my life. I stood there with my briefs tight over my bum and bulging in a huge cone over my hard cock. The thin grey cloth showed the outline of my penis shaft and head. I nudged my erection toward Mr. Braeburn.
“Don't be shy. Take your knickers off,” he said, softly but with excitement in his voice.
“I thought you might like to take them off me, Mr. Braeburn,” I replied.
Then I turned, bent over and wiggled my briefs-clad bottom at him. I’d been right. An instant later his hands were fondling my bottom through the thin taut material of my briefs, reaching along the gusset between my legs to my balls, and exploring the backs and insides of my bare thighs. Next moment he'd pulled my briefs down my thighs. I let them drop down round my ankles, and I kicked them aside. Still bending over I spread my legs wide. His hand was instantly down between my spread legs, feeling my arse and reaching forward to caress my balls and my erect penis.
I turned, thrust my hips toward him, spread my legs wide, and swung my erect penis at him. My erect cock was about six inches long with a big round purple-grey head and lots of thick pubic hair. Mr. Braeburn's hand slid down my belly, through my cock fur to explore my penis and balls, and right under me, between my legs. His excited touch told me he was frantic for my naked body.
Then he took a magazine from the stack. I saw it was a gay magazine with a picture on the cover of a guy in tiny white swim trunks which showed his cock outline in perfect detail. He opened the magazine.
“Go on, stick your cock out like him,” Mr. Braeburn asked, pointing to a picture.
A naked guy was standing, thrusting his massive erect penis forward. Another naked man squatting in front of him was licking its big, round head. I spread my legs like the guy in the picture and thrust my cock out as far forward as I could. Mr. Braeburn’s hands were all over my naked body.
That was just the start. There was a table in the back store. He got me to kneel and squat on it, bend over it, and arch my naked body into kinky poses, straining my legs wide, wiggling my bum and swinging my stiff cock. As I posed erotically for him, he didn't just enjoy my naked body with his eyes. His hungry hands were all over my thighs, between my spread legs, my bottom and, of course, ruffling my pubic hair and playing with my cock and balls.
He didn't just play with me with his hands, either. While I was squatting wide legged on the table, he got his head down between my thighs. He licked my balls and near-vertical penis shaft, then took my cock head into his mouth and massaged it with his lips and tongue. At the same time, he tickled my balls and reached between my legs with his fingertips to tickle my anus. I'd never been sucked off before and under the exquisite pleasure I nearly came in his mouth.
“You enjoyed that, you dirty whore, didn't you?” Mr. Braeburn grunted.
I felt a sexual thrill when he called me a whore! fingered my straining cock and just grunted. I was desperate to jerk one, and I was hoping he would suck or wank my cock off but he had more in mind. He picked up a box from a corner and out of it got some clothes.
“Will you put these on for me?” he asked, with a big lewd grin.
It was a schoolgirl outfit: a white blouse with a school neck tie, a short grey pleated skirt, white cotton knickers with lacy hems and black stockings. The knickers were stained where they would have covered a girl's pussy.
Thinking this was really perverted but fun I put the outfit on. I’d discovered I liked playing with my mother's sexy panties she wore for my father, putting them on, admiring myself in them in the mirror and wanking in them. I put the girl's white knickers on. They were very thin and soft and felt deliciously taut over my erect cock. They were so small my cock head poked out above the top and my pubic hair showed at the sides where my bulging hard cock pushed them out. The skirt was very short, high up my thighs. I had difficulty pulling the stockings on. I was amazed how the sheer black nylon made my legs look as shapely as a girl's.