Porn acess now versus Then
Back in the day, We rented porn from video stores.
Some of us go back to DVDs some, to VHS tape.
Once there were porn theaters, those have also dwindled to a scarce few in the entire world.
Adult bookstores still exist, some may even have peepshows, but for how long?
Internet is instant private and 24/7
Having porn at your fingertips is awesome.
The rareness of porn back then caused it to be more special.
The special excited feeling you got sneaking into the backroom of your local video store and looking at the feast of sex put to film.
you would get your DVD (or if you were like Tom DVDs) and sneak up to the clerk hoping nobody saw what you had.
Two for one Tuesdays were awesome and usually quiet at the video store.
If you lived alone it was easier to go home and enjoy your porn.
But if you were like me and a t een that lived at home there was an entire other level of secrecy that needed to be addressed.
all the sneaking around made it tough but the prize was worth it. When you finally got to watch your porn it was all the more fun.
A Braver lot would get over to the rougher parts of the world where the last of the porn theaters shared space with strip bars and adult bookstores.
You didn't want to be seen in that area. everyone would know you were up to no good.
prostitutes walked those streets trouble lurked around every corner.
You could go to a theater and it was for the most part like a regular movie theater but more run down and seedy.
the porn would run continuously.
You walked in and there would be different types of people.
Some just sat quietly and watched the porn as if it were a movie.
Others masturbated under trench coats, some masturbated openly, and some got blowjobs from hookers while watching.
some jerked each other off.
The entire place smelled like stale cum.
a scent that could be described as a dusty bleach oder.
If you allowed yourself to relax you could enjoy the porn.
Depending on how the experience was for you you may never return there, but if you were desperate and brave enough you would probably feel comfortable enough to masturbate.
growing more brazen you would maybe pay for a blowjob or a handjob from a street walker. You always had to check them for a pennis.
Being a straight man you may have passed on the hooker and the uncertainty.
A safer and cleaner option was the peepshow booth. Had I known about them I would have never gone to the porn theater.
Peep shows or peep booths were private booths that had an inward opening door.
You would close the door and drop the bench that you would sit on it also acted as a barricade ensuring your privacy.
There was a screen and buttons that allowed you to change the channels and control the volume.
and a coin slot.
25 cents gave you a certain amount of minutes.
you could go with a bunch of quarters or you could sometimes pick from any title and watch the entire movie for a flat rate.
I usually chose this option.
Not feeling comfortable enough to masturbate the first time.
I quickly learned to relax and also bring some essential items.
A small kitchen waste basket garbage bag would fold up small and fit in your pocket.
I would put it on the bench seat to protect myself from whatever could be on the seat.
The booths were clean and very well maintained they were mopped and wiped down with disinfectant after almost every use.
I wasn't taking chances.
I would also bring a small travel-size tube lotion or lube
and some tissue.
Living at home and having a sexual dry spell
The peepshow was a sexual outlet.
I had so much fun and shot many wads of cum in the privacy and safety of these booths.
The thrill of these experiences.
the excitement of trying these new things and strong feelings of forbidden fruit being enjoyed, that fruit sweetened but the effort.
The butterflies in my stomach as I would approach the video store backroom/the porno theater/the peepshow
was something that I miss.
that nervous excitement made me even hornier and the relief I would feel after an earth-shattering orgasm was enhanced by it.
Buying a porno movie was an investment and repeated viewings didn't take away from the thrill because even when you owned it your opportunities to indulge were few.
a way to get more bang for your buck was to get a porno
jerk off to the first scene.
a week later when you had the chance you would watch the first scene without touching yourself then masturbate to the second, a week later you re-watched the first 2 scenes and whacked off to the 3rd, and so forth, and so on.
now it's easy and still fun but there was something about all the trouble that made porn more precious and therefore more exciting.
Now I look back at those movies and loops online.
The nostalgia of it being part of my sexual y outh.
foundational pieces of my libido were formed.
Many of my fetishes and kinks were acquired from those early days of porn.
Some of us go back to DVDs some, to VHS tape.
Once there were porn theaters, those have also dwindled to a scarce few in the entire world.
Adult bookstores still exist, some may even have peepshows, but for how long?
Internet is instant private and 24/7
Having porn at your fingertips is awesome.
The rareness of porn back then caused it to be more special.
The special excited feeling you got sneaking into the backroom of your local video store and looking at the feast of sex put to film.
you would get your DVD (or if you were like Tom DVDs) and sneak up to the clerk hoping nobody saw what you had.
Two for one Tuesdays were awesome and usually quiet at the video store.
If you lived alone it was easier to go home and enjoy your porn.
But if you were like me and a t een that lived at home there was an entire other level of secrecy that needed to be addressed.
all the sneaking around made it tough but the prize was worth it. When you finally got to watch your porn it was all the more fun.
A Braver lot would get over to the rougher parts of the world where the last of the porn theaters shared space with strip bars and adult bookstores.
You didn't want to be seen in that area. everyone would know you were up to no good.
prostitutes walked those streets trouble lurked around every corner.
You could go to a theater and it was for the most part like a regular movie theater but more run down and seedy.
the porn would run continuously.
You walked in and there would be different types of people.
Some just sat quietly and watched the porn as if it were a movie.
Others masturbated under trench coats, some masturbated openly, and some got blowjobs from hookers while watching.
some jerked each other off.
The entire place smelled like stale cum.
a scent that could be described as a dusty bleach oder.
If you allowed yourself to relax you could enjoy the porn.
Depending on how the experience was for you you may never return there, but if you were desperate and brave enough you would probably feel comfortable enough to masturbate.
growing more brazen you would maybe pay for a blowjob or a handjob from a street walker. You always had to check them for a pennis.
Being a straight man you may have passed on the hooker and the uncertainty.
A safer and cleaner option was the peepshow booth. Had I known about them I would have never gone to the porn theater.
Peep shows or peep booths were private booths that had an inward opening door.
You would close the door and drop the bench that you would sit on it also acted as a barricade ensuring your privacy.
There was a screen and buttons that allowed you to change the channels and control the volume.
and a coin slot.
25 cents gave you a certain amount of minutes.
you could go with a bunch of quarters or you could sometimes pick from any title and watch the entire movie for a flat rate.
I usually chose this option.
Not feeling comfortable enough to masturbate the first time.
I quickly learned to relax and also bring some essential items.
A small kitchen waste basket garbage bag would fold up small and fit in your pocket.
I would put it on the bench seat to protect myself from whatever could be on the seat.
The booths were clean and very well maintained they were mopped and wiped down with disinfectant after almost every use.
I wasn't taking chances.
I would also bring a small travel-size tube lotion or lube
and some tissue.
Living at home and having a sexual dry spell
The peepshow was a sexual outlet.
I had so much fun and shot many wads of cum in the privacy and safety of these booths.
The thrill of these experiences.
the excitement of trying these new things and strong feelings of forbidden fruit being enjoyed, that fruit sweetened but the effort.
The butterflies in my stomach as I would approach the video store backroom/the porno theater/the peepshow
was something that I miss.
that nervous excitement made me even hornier and the relief I would feel after an earth-shattering orgasm was enhanced by it.
Buying a porno movie was an investment and repeated viewings didn't take away from the thrill because even when you owned it your opportunities to indulge were few.
a way to get more bang for your buck was to get a porno
jerk off to the first scene.
a week later when you had the chance you would watch the first scene without touching yourself then masturbate to the second, a week later you re-watched the first 2 scenes and whacked off to the 3rd, and so forth, and so on.
now it's easy and still fun but there was something about all the trouble that made porn more precious and therefore more exciting.
Now I look back at those movies and loops online.
The nostalgia of it being part of my sexual y outh.
foundational pieces of my libido were formed.
Many of my fetishes and kinks were acquired from those early days of porn.
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