Perverts 'R' Us

It Was 1960

By Thom ( F/bb, ped, mast, 1st, con, b/d )

It was the summer of 1960 and I had recently turned 12. It would be another 30 years before the Internet and its ready availability of porn. At that time there were a few dirty movie houses and there were magazines. Both were in short supply and certainly not available to anyone my age.

Occasionally I would run across a dirty magazine. Someone would get possession of one somehow and then not be able to really keep it because they didn't want to be caught with it. So they would use it for whatever they could get out of it and then leave it somewhere. I guess I used to turn up at those places because I found several magazines in the places I was around that age. I was very much a loaner though, and would habitat pretty sketchy places.

Once I found a leg magazine in the park. The park was a pretty shady place anyway. You could also find used condoms there, all of the time too. This leg magazine had women who would be wearing heels and hose held up by garter belts. In the beginning of the mag, the woman (usually not more than one or two in the whole thing) would be getting out of a car or sitting on a stool and the picture would show a dress hiked up to nearly her waist so that you could see all of her legs and the tops of her hose.

At the end of the picture series she was usually pretty naked except she would usually still have her heels and hose on. Sometimes the garter belt would survive and sometimes it wouldn't. No women shaved their pussies then, so you would see a large dark, hairy triangle between her legs. No sense that there was a fuckable cunt in there. Many times her legs were crossed so the mystery continued without any additional information being available.

I once found a magazine that had very well-built men in it, all wearing skimpy underwear and having erections making bulges in the underwear. I found this in a men's room and knew instinctively that this was a mag for men who liked men. We didn't know from 'gay' in those days. We knew 'homosexual' but we put them down by calling them 'queers' or 'homos.' Funny how an oppressed group can adopt the labels of the oppressors for themselves and take all of the sting out of it

Anyway, I showed this magazine to a girl who was 15 that I had a crush on. She knew what it was too (how do we know these things?), though she didn't know how she knew. She asked me if I would model like that and show her my hard-on under my underwear. I was so flummoxed by the proposition that I nearly peed my pants. I stammered that I would certainly model for her and it would be with a hard on if she would strip down to her panties as well. She refused and kept the mag instead.

There were also Playboys around that time and you could often find someone's big brother who had them, brought them home from college. The women in Playboy only showed their tits then. Nothing below the waist - bikini bottoms or panties, bare tits if you were lucky. Such tits though, big tits were the thing in those days.

Whenever I got my hands on anything like that I would sneak it into my bedroom and jack off to it about a million times under the covers with a flash light after everyone had gone to bed. I'd smear my one or two drops of cum on the sheet. In those days at 12, I could probably have 3 erections an hour with an orgasm and a drop or two of cum. I can still manage 3 a day at my age but I have to pace myself and by the third one I'm pushing out about as much sperm as I did in those days when I was 12.

I had a friend, Dan. His dad was divorced and had recently remarried a woman who was 10 years his junior and 10 years Dan's senior. They got a big kick out of the math of that. In 10 years, Dan would be her age and She would be his dad's age and then, and then what? And then maybe she'd divorce his dad and marry him?

His house had a pool and his dad and step mom worked. Ideal for the summer of 1960 and two boys that were too young to work and too naïve to make create much mischief. One day that summer as soon as I got there, he told me he had something to show me in his room. We were alone in the house, parents gone and no other family to interfere.

When we got to his room, he pulled a briefcase out from under the bed. Immediately bells began to go off in my head. What the hell is with a briefcase? My dad carries a briefcase but not a kid. We didn't even know from backpacks yet. Backpacks were something you took on a friggin Boy Scout hike but a brief case was totally out of context in Dan's bedroom.

Not sure what I was expecting but my breath had quickened and I was sure glad we were alone in the house. Even then I closed his bedroom door because I was paranoid about what was in the briefcase. I've always been that way, even as an adult. If I think I'm doing something wrong, I'd get all-weird about it. I'd make a lousy gambler or bank robber.

Anyway, the briefcase was full of dirty magazines.

"Where did you get these, what are you doing with them?"

"A guy who knows my dad and had kind of taken an interest in me has given them to me to sell to kids I know. I think it's a job he has on the side." Dan said.

"Dirty magazines are a job?"

"They aren't cheap and I don't think they're legal and they sure ain't legal for us to have."

"Would you like to buy one, some?"

"You bet, but I can't take them home, or at least I can't keep them at home."

We worked all of the angles until we agreed that we would raise the money to buy 6 of these magazines between us and that we would keep them at his house. His parents didn't give a shit what he did, and wouldn't go snooping in his room when he wasn't there. My parents didn't trust me a bit, and regularly found everything I hid. They never confronted me with it, though. Mid Western families never have any confrontation about anything unpleasant. I would just never see whatever it was I hid, ever again, though I was betting that if I got caught with these there would be hell to pay.

We carefully selected our 6 mags.

A nudist magazine, Nudist mags seemed to be a sort of legal way to show naked people. Maybe it was in deference to their religion or something. Anyway, there would be pictures of naked people, including young girls our age with no hair on their pussys and little titty cones just hanging around eating ice cream and playing ping-pong. The adults in those mags were disgusting though. Guys with really saggy balls and little dicks and women with floppy tits and the bushiest pubic hair ever. No wonder women have begun to shave their cunts.

A leg magazine, it was a lot like the one I had found - women showing a lot of great legs in hose and heels. Fewer and fewer clothes on as the picture series progressed - might end up with their legs up in the air over the heads, heels akimbo. Maybe one off and one on. Maybe one stocking pushed down on her ankle. No sex, no touching herself, no other person around. All of the sex was up to you.

A bondage magazine, these were really funny in those days. Tied up women in these mags were mostly dressed or no more naked than in their underwear. Occasionally they would have their tits bare but this was very, very rare. Also No sex, no one else present, no idea about how these women came to be tied up or what was going to happen to them. I know what I wanted to happen to them. I wanted them to have their underwear cut off with a sharp knife and then have me fuck the b'jiggers out of them while they were still tied up. But, yet again, you provide the sex, the scene of your choice.

A mag with just naked women, Naked was nice. No shaved pussy in those days. Very thick, bushy, triangles in their centers. Nice tits usually. Odd poses though like its art instead of sex. I think that's how the mags producers sort of thought they might get away with having pictures of completely naked women, not just tits like in Playboy - by calling it art. Today that's how some web sites get away, or at least try to get away, with showing pictures of naked 8 year old girls - by calling it art. Even though there was no sex here either and you had to make it up, there was nothing in the scene between you and her. It was pretty easy to imagine what happened next while you pumped hard on your dick.

A magazine with women making love to women. These were fascinating and very titillating - to me anyway. Women with fingers in each other's cunts, pussies in each other's mouths, laying on top of one another, 69 - this was really juicy stuff. I sometimes could imagine myself in this scene with my dick in a pussy doggy style while the woman I was fucking was eating pussy. Mostly though I imagined they wouldn't want me around if they really only liked women but I found it erotic never the less. Bi we didn't imagine at all then. We might be confused about our sexual orientation but we never imagined that you could have it both ways!

A magazine with men and women sucking and fucking one another. This, of course, was the most amazing one of all because all of the mystery was revealed. Everyone in this mag though was odd looking, European or some other foreign place when pictures like this were more acceptable. The guys all had kind of slicked back hair and the women had little boobs and weren't so 'blond' as in American magazines. But, who cares? Dicks inside of cunts and in women's mouths, women on top of guys, two guys and one woman with both ends full of dick, two women and one guy - these mags always gave you a Heinz 57 varieties medley. I usually didn't have to turn the page to cum on this one unless I had used a particular picture so many times I needed another view.

Typical summer day then was that I would get over to Dan's house pretty early in the morning and we would start the day with the magazines and then maybe swim for a while and hang in the sun. We'd have lunch, play a game or something inside where it was cooler in the afternoon and then we'd hit the mags again and be back in the pool by the time his dad or step-mom came home.

We both knew right from the start what we really wanted to do with the mags - like jack off a million times to them. But we didn't get into it right away together because neither one of us wanted the other to think we were homos and wanted to see dick or touch dick or suck dick or whatever. And when you are that age your dick is squat next to the dicks of those guys who are fucking the babes in the mag. I mean they had great dicks.

So we sort of started off by rubbing the outside of shorts or swim trunks and having confined bulges in our pants. Then Dan got the idea that maybe he would go into his parent's room to have a little privacy - he may have initially gone into the bathroom and stayed there longer than it would have taken to pee or poop. Anyway, this left me alone to take care of myself and worked out well to both of our satisfactions.

After a little bit though, we were so absorbed in our activities that we didn't care that we were together. His bedroom had two twin beds in it. I would use one and he would use the other. In the morning we would strip down to our under pants, divvy up the mags, three each, and each get on a bed. As we would get erections - skinny, not yet even a hint of maturing, 12-year-old boy, tiny erections - we would just push our undies down a bit a let our dicks pop up. I don't' think we even pushed our undies down to our knees or anything. We were careful though not to make a mess. And doing this like six times a day every day, we could have had quite a mess, even with a little squirt each time. We would have a wad of tissues or TP and wipe up after ourselves.

So one day when we were a few minutes or so into our afternoon session with the mags, Dan's step mom turns up and says "OK boys, don't move, I don't want any of the evidence of this crime scene destroyed before I have a chance to examine it very closely."

We didn't hear her come into the house and for sure we didn't hear her come into the room. Who knows how long she had been watching us pull on our dicks before she decided to announce her presence. We both jumped about a foot off the beds and grabbed for whatever we could to cover ourselves - which was the stupid magazines of course.

She really meant it when she said not to move though. When she saw us start to squirm around, she repeated that we were to be still.

"Get off of the beds both of you. Kick off your underpants and go sit at the end of the bed that Dan is on, each on either side and put your hands behind your backs."

We followed her commands the best we could, abandoning our mags and our undies and sat naked at the end of the bed, one of us on each side with our backs to each other and put our hands behind us.

Dan's step-mom came up to the foot of the bed and it was then that we noticed that she was carrying a bunch of Dan's dad's neckties. She took one and tied our hands together at the wrist and tied our wrists to the footboard on the bed. Then she took a tie and tied our ankles together and then another one and tied it just above the knees. We were essentially immobile.

She then scooped up the magazines and went over to my bed to examine them. She kind of half-reclined and half-sat up on the bed while she went through the mags. From my vantage point facing her while Dan was behind me facing the wall, I could watch her. What I noticed was that her skirt was kind of riding high on her hips and that underneath it I could see hose, a garter belt holding them up and a white triangle of her panties. The panties were damp, maybe even soaked and obviously had been for a while. I was guessing that she had been watching us for some time and that she was excited by what she saw. Not really sure whether I was totally cognizant of all of that then or that is how I interpret what I saw then now as I'm much, much older.

I also noticed that a couple of the buttons of her blouse were open, exposing more breast than I would have expected and that she was massaging the tops of them as she looked through the magazines.

After she had thumbed through all six of them, she came over to me and untied my ankles, knees and the tie that was securing me to the bed. She left my hands tied behind my back, looped a tie around my neck, and led me into her bed room, leaving Dan still tied to the bed.

Once inside, she retied my hands in front of me and instructed me to lie down on the bed. She first secured my hands above my head to the top of the bed and then retied my knees and ankles together. To make sure I didn't move around very much at all, she secured my ankles to the bottom of the bed. I was kind of stretched out after this and pretty much immobile.

She then undressed in plain view of me completely, but very slowly. First the blouse came off and then the skirt. Followed by the bra, which had to be unlatched from the rear exposing her sizeable but very firm tits. Then came the garter belt followed by her panties which see slipped off right next to the bed, giving me a good view of her pussy as it was uncovered.

She wasn't shaved but she was pretty hairless nevertheless and it was very stimulating to see it. She carefully laid her panties over my nose and mouth. This was extremely nice since I could smell and to some extend taste her from my helpless position. She sat on a bedside chair and excruciatingly slowly, took off her hose, finally pulling it over her toes like in the leg magazines.

She must have sensed my discomfort or she was ready to get down to action, but she walked over to me without a word and put her mouth on my cock. My orgasm was almost immediate and I shot my little-boy cum right into her mouth.

She climbed up on the bed after that and straddled my chest. She said she was going to teach me to lick and suck so that I could get her off like she had me. She started with her tits, leaning forward and inserting a nipple into my mouth.

She showed me how she wanted to be licked and sucked and I practiced hard. I wanted very much to please her. I worked on one tit and the she put the other in my mouth. I was soon hard and started to beg her to relieve me again. She said in due time she would take care of me but for now, we were taking care of her.

Next thing I know, she's squatting her cunt over my face. She said I should practice what she's taught me on her clit which she positions right into my mouth and that if I'm a really good boy, she will take care of my little-boy pecker.

I worked really hard at sucking and licking. Her pussy was so wet and I was soaked all over my face. At times I couldn't breathe from her cunt completely cutting off my mouth and nose from air. Her scent was so fantastic, I don't think I've ever experienced a pussy like that and here it is 45 years later - and it's not like I've been without all of that time.

My sucking must have been good because her body shuddered over my mouth and she let out a bit of a whoop. I was startled by it and I was also startled by Dan who screamed out that we should fucking come and get him because he knew what we were doing and he was about to cum all over himself or pee all over himself.

When she finished her orgasm and her breathing calmed down a bit, she slid down my middle and lowered her pussy over my hard prick. I was surprised that it was so tight over my 12-year-old dick even though I was as hard and as big as I can remember ever being. With just a couple of hip thrusts I shot my little wad a second time, this one into her pussy.

She jumped off of me and untied all of my restraints except my hands and she secured that to the back of a chair that she sat me in. She ran into the other room and apparently untied Dan. I could hear them both peeing in the toilet, one after the other and then they showed up in the bedroom with me.

She didn't bother to tie Dan up or go much through the motions with him that she did with me. She lay on her back and she helped his little-boy prick into her pussy. He seemed to know exactly what to do and thrust his hips and his cock into her until he came, which only took a couple of seconds. I guess the mags had taught us some techniques in addition to just providing fodder for a good hand job.

I was already hard again from watching them fuck and noticing that, she got up and untied me and brought me into bed with them.

The three of us lay together on the bed, she in the middle and Dan and I on either side. She said we could do whatever we wanted and that she planned on masturbating to an orgasm, as many times as she thought she had one in her, which might be a lot, she announced

The two of us felt up her tits and kissed them and rubbed her tummy and inched up on the top of her pussy but mostly tried to stay out of the way of her business. Her business though got us pretty excited all over again and we had our little boy erections rubbing on her leg or being rubbed by our hands, which seemed to get her more excited and the business kept on repeating itself for quite awhile.

Finally we realized that we were going to be caught by Dan's dad if we didn't change the subject very quickly. Dan's step-mom told us to get our trunks on and get into the pool so that we smelled like chlorine instead of pussy. She would join us shortly. And by the way, this afternoon was between friends and didn't need to go anywhere, either the magazines or her subsequent punishment for being caught with them.

The magazines went back into their hiding place and we got outside into the pool. Dan's step-mom joined us in about five minutes. She jumped in the pool and rubbed the important parts as if she were bathing so as to cover our tracks.

Dan's dad came home in just a few minutes after that. He changed and jumped in the pool with the rest of us. Dan's step mom jumped up on him and wrapped her legs around his middle. He declared that he had missed her and wondered if they shouldn't go into their bedroom and catch up on things. She agreed and they climbed out of the pool and began to walk away.

"I know you're too busy to join me, but I think I'd like to take a few days off before Dan's school starts to get some things done around here. I can use he and Thom here as helpers before they have to be back in school."

"Great idea, hon." Dan's dad said.

"Great idea, hon." Dan and I mouthed together as they walked away into the bedroom and then we whooped out loud.