The Secret Treasure

The kink started early. I popped my porn cherry when I was nine years old.

There was this cabinet in the cellar, a shoe box inside. I discovered it one day, always curious as I was (and still am). This discovery opened the mirror to a strange wonderland: naked grown-ups doing things I’ve never seen before. Porn magazines. Sex, rough and unprettified. Most of them in full colour, many of them in four languages. (Image: One of my very first porn magazines, Private #25)

I wasn’t prepared for this, it made me shiver with excitement.

I was a boy at the age of nine when porn got hooked me ever since. I was still in a pre-masturbatory phase of my life, and in the first years I enjoyed porn just by watching the photos. I didn’t understand anything: why these people did what they did and what their emotions were. But what I’ve understood was that something meaningful was happening here. Something that happened in secret places, hidden from the public. And something that was rewarded with a climax and complete satisfaction – concepts that were unknown to me at that time.

Several years later, being crossed in love, being pubescent to the roots of my hair, I deliberately massaged my member for the first time. With the pictures in my mind and that small blots sloshing on the floor, I finally understood.

What was your first porn encounter? How did it feel? Send it my way, would love to see what you come up with.

Stay curious,

Mason Squelch