Getting the kink...
It started with an erection. For an unknown reason I had put on my mothers tights/ pantyhose, her knee high boots and applied 70s make up to my face. I had never felt so aroused. I didn’t know what was happening to me..I was alive.... and I had a secret.
Although my grandmother found traces of makeup on my face, which I passed off as trying to look like glam rockers/ Bowie in the 70s, I knew that I had a longing. The dressing became more regular and although not regularly masturbating at this time, my touching of myself through nylon was becoming an unbearable joy.
I soon moved into my sister’s underwear drawer. I had sneeked away a black underwired 34/36 B lacy bra that I would wear for hours on end. I would wear it at school (as long as there was no gym class) and touch myself through classes, trying so hard to hide my hard leaking clit inside my trousers. Where was all this taking me?... well, it was to the high school toilets.
Although the hang out of the rougher guys, the urine stinking toilets, smelled of cigarette smoke and the fantasies of adolescent graffiti artists on the walls, I found solice and self gratification in the end stall of toilets. Stripped from the waist up, my trousers at my ankles I spent many lunchtimes edging my cock whilst gently caressing my chubby male tits and tweaking pink useless nipples. The orgasms would be violent and strong. Uncontrollable. Intially i would pull my foreskin over the bulbous head to save the cum, the white sticky cream oozing out my stretched foreskin dripping into the shit coated toilet pan.
Other times whilst naked and horizontal in the toilets with all my clothes hooked on the doors I would jam my knees on the cublicle door and lean back supporting my bodyweight on the toilet pan, masturbating hard while fantasising about Miss S, my almost dominatrix, black mascra overload teacher. The furious unloading over my stomach, hairless chest and frequently hitting my face. A taste of things to come. The risk of being caught so high. The release and joy of masturbation and orgasm greater.
I knew then, as I know now, sexual satisfaction could truly only be found away from the usual fumbling with the school tart. I needed more. And I was determined to find it. No matter the risk.
As was the norm in the 1970s and early 80s most large cities had large porn cinemas. A hangover from the golden era of cinema where almost every street was loaded with the top Hollywood movies, or Elstree comedy, times had changed. Video recorders were in their infancy, and TV was booming. There were 3 in Glasgow. Although still only 16 years old, and particularly small and fresh faced for my age I found a new place to go. Initially I would happily sit on my own watching the comings and goings and for a reason unknown to me I started associating smoking with sex, with masturbation. I hated smoking as a habit. But when I knew I was dodging off school and heading into town to try to watch some soft porn dubbed greek or Italian movie. It was all usually rubbish. Ocassionally there would be something a bit more interesting, but crossdressing/ fetish or similar.. no chance.
So Ii sat mid way down the cinema, away from the other cinema goers with a pack of 20 cigarettes, my shirt unbuttoned just enough to allow me (and me only) to touch my bra / titties whilst my cock hardened as I inhaled hard on the cigarettes. I still don’t know why, but the hard inhale, the burn at the back of my throat and the smell of the smoke just made me horny. Today I hate cigareetes and all about them. But the 16 year old pervert loved them. I was however too scared to get my cock out and wank openly. Unknown to me what was really going on in the back rows, where the rows of men sat upright in their seats, I was sure I would get thrown out shamed if caught .
One Saturday morning I went into to the cinema bright and early. I knew it opened around 1030/1045 and was outside the door hanging around waiting on it opening. The anticipation high. I had also now started wearing panties too.
I had a part-time job that meant going out early morning to help with local deliveries to houses/ businesses. As it was cold my mother had cut the feet off an old pair of her nylons and thought it would be a good thing to keep me warm. This was heaven. I now had my own tights, to wear as I wanted.
This particular Saturday I got into the cinema with a polo shirt , denim jacket and my jeans. Underneath I wore a black tee shirt bra, soft back pants and my footless black opaque tights. I was in heaven. The cinema was particularly empty so I decided to sit near the back. The movie was a Russ Meyer movie with the extremely breast loaded Kitten Navidad or Erica Gavin. Probably my first introduction to fetish.. as I hadn’t clicked onto that me wearing panties, a bra and tights as anything bizarre.
I needed a pee and as I went to leave a guy followed me to the toilet. I released my cock and started to pee. I was then aware of the guy towering over me – he was 6ft plus – and I was a short 5’6 – his cock in his hand rubbing it to erect while looking at me in my tights and pants. My cock got harder. I needed to wank. But suddenly there was a cock beside mine and suddenly an older hand holding my cock. I was shocked.. but stood still. His large hands dwarfed my small boyish penis. I looked up at him. “Take it” he said. His cock was thick hard hot and at that time I thought about 4 times the size of mine. I cautiously put my hand out to touch it. I had never seen another erect cock before. He put his left arm around me, comforting, holding me...I wanked his slowly as he wanked mine.
He clearly sensed my nervousness and suggested we go next door – into the ladies! We left one door and went in the next. As we entered he spoke to the guys selling the chocolate and cigarettes.
The ladies was civilised. A large full height mirror and didn’t smell of piss and cum like the gents. He ushered me in to the centre to the toilets and unzipped my jeans. The dropped to the floor showing my black opaque tights, bulge in my panties and semen stains from previous wearing.
He took off my jacket and pulled off my polo. I now stood infront of another human wearing a bra and panties, he unzipped his large cock and asked me to suck it. I was terrified. And sexually high. The door to the toilets opened. Th chocolate seller appeared. Me on my knees a huge cock inches from my mouth. He wasted no time. His cock was out too. Not as large but gleaming with precum. He was masturbating furiously. The first guy encouraged me to help him. I lightly caressed his cock. It was hard and hot and as I got closer smelled of nicotine from his fingers.
Without warning he came. Hard. His come first shot over my shoulder, the next load hit me on the neck . I was stunned. The next and subsequent over my chest and bra... i was on my knees and defenceless. The first guy stood me up and without warning started slurping all the cum off my body. ... He looked at me and I still don’t know why but I joined him in a deep kiss, his fat tongue and a stranger’s cum filling my adolescent mouth. I backed off a bit and was soon against a wall. He grabbed at my tits and mauled them roughly. I was completely terrified and high with sexual emotion. I pulled on my shirt and pulled up my trousers. And went back into the cinema... In the dark I shook for about 20 minutes. Not in fear. In excitement.
I knew this was all wrong, although the high and intensity of stranger sex was totally intoxicating.
As I sat in back my seat I now didn’t care who saw what. I dropped my trousers and slowly edged my cock trying so hard not to cum. I came quickly and hard, hardly having the chance to enjoy the orgasm (or Kitten Navidads huge breasts) as my body twitched as I tried to control the flow of cum. In all an exhilarating introduction to stranger sex, that still holds a desire for me today.
My cinema excursions became more frequent with my chosen seat edging towards the back rows. As I passed the age of 18 and relationships flourished I discussed briefly with a few friends if any of them had ever been to the porno cimemas, as they were called. My friends thought they were full of sad old guys with dirty macks, and would rather jerk off to an adult magazine. This was an easy option, as I was now into a routine of wherever I was, work, holiday, college I would masturbate daily and regularly. I had for the time abandoned the bras and pants, but still fantasised about gay sex and being someone’s play thing.
Meantime I had started work in a city centre office as the junior administrator.
An office where all the managers were male and 99% of the staff female, but for a few guys. The dept I was in was all female and some of the girls were not much older than me, but it appeared clearly more sexually advanced, mature and ready to take advantage of the new boy in the office.
One girl was called Rosanne. She was only about 5’1 and had dark straight shoulder length hair and a fabulous figure, with perfect larger than average breasts, a beautiful ass. She was maybe 23 or 24 but appeared years ahad of me in age and sexuality. She oozed it.
One lunchtime she showed me her regular read over a sandwich. It was Forum magazine. A long past publication full of confessions of fetishes, sexual devience and a string of private adds. As she sat in her tight low cut vest and tight skirt I could clearly see the outline of a hardened nipple and the recognisable bumps on her firm thighs of suspender clips. She teased me, and she knew the was having the right effect. One lunchtime she encouraged another girl to join us, Joanne, who was strawberry blonde and younger, maybe 20 or 21.
Joanne was wearing a cream jumpsuit and Rosanne casually unzipped her to expose more that a little breast. With no bra her tits moved freely. Joanne casually slid her hand over Joanne’s breast and flicked her nipple. My cock nearly burst. And they knew they had me.
They often occupied the back seat in the canteen and as I would sit opposite or beside them they would sit touching each other. Occasionally they would comment on my hard cock but more often simply discussed work casually touching each other. But they didn’t want sex with me. I was an immature cock tease.
Thankfully part of my role was to store documents in a deep basement archive. I would go down every day or other to file papers and have my daily masturbation over Joanne, Roseanne or a copy of Fiesta or other cheap top shelf magazine.
I really don’t know how many loads I dumped in the basement but I had realised that anyone coming down used the lift and I could easily wank furiously in a corner of the basement with little disturbance – this became a ritual. Get teased by the girls, straight down stairs and masturbate and fantise about fucking one of these two new friends.. But I needed physical contact. Self gratification was good, but I longed for others to be involved.
It was the summer of 1981 and Princess Diana was marrying Charles. I saw this as an opportunity to get some action. I had told the folks I was off down to the coast with friends as none of us were interested in a royal wedding, and I headed back to the cinema.
It was a warm day as I paid my money and now as an 18 yr old didn’t have to worry about being u******e. I had also lost the urge to dress, but loved the anonymity of the cinema and the occasional mutual masturbation.
This day of the royal wedding the cinema seemed fuller than normal.I sat down one of the side aisle and ejoyed the movies and playing publically with my cock. In the darkness two people shuffled into my row to take their place, but surpisingly one of them pushed by me to get into the empty seat against the wall. When they sat down I realised it was a woman. Her male froend sat to my left.
Casually she slipped off her trousers and started wanking herself. She introduced herself as Fiona.
She was in her mid 20s , he was older – maybe mid 30s – certainly not old men in dirty macks.
Fiona had dark curly hair and large full breasts. I couldn’t believe it! After a couple of minutes she bumped her knee against mine as I looked at her, she looked down at her pussy. An invite? I slowly moved my hand across the seat and rested on her pale thigh. She moved my hand into the depths of her crotch. It was wet and warm; I fumbled to find the right things to do. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse keeping her focus on the big screen and exposed her breasts, snugly tucked away in a black bra. As Fiona pulled them out I was aware that her partner (John) had his hand on my crotch and was trying to get my cock out.
WTF! I slid my jeans down and my cock jumped up erect and shiny. No sooner was my cock out that Fiona’s attention was drawn to it. As I sat back in the seat in Row Q, this couple wanked off my 18 yr old dick to the point of explosion before Fiona got on her knees and titty wanked me to completion. Clearly they were experienced at this as Fiona felt me about to expolode she dropped her mouth over my cock and took the full satisfying load.
As I tried to take in all that was going on John reached across and kissed Fiona as my cum was shared between the bisexual lovers. Fiona got back up – and kissed me full on the mouth flicking her tongue and my cum into my mouth... my young cock hardened almost instantly. She dribbled the remains of saliva and cum onto her tits and caressed it into her nipples. She returned to my cock for another five or ten minutes wanking me to a second completion, this time allowing the come to shoot over my stomach.
In my complete ecstasy of the moment a small crowd had gathered, hovering behind watching everything going on. All with cocks in hand. Fiona wanked a couple for a few seconds then pulled up her jeans buttoned her blouse and her and John left the cinema.
The other guys noticing my acceptance of a helping hand for masturbation and before long I had two older guys wanking and sucking my now tired cock. I went to the toilets to have a fresh up to find about 7 guys mutually wanking in the toilets all in various levels of undress. They varied in age from early 20s to 60s, and all comfortable in the sexuality they had – this was an wake up moment to me – first I had always know, but now was convinced of my bisexuality and also that there was a scene to be part of where on tap cock was available. How could I fail to join in.
On my next visit to the cinema I sat nearer the back and got a kind of knowing nod from a couple of regulars. The cinemas closed not long after and new excitement was needed. Welcome to the world of Premium phone calls and contact magazines.
Although my grandmother found traces of makeup on my face, which I passed off as trying to look like glam rockers/ Bowie in the 70s, I knew that I had a longing. The dressing became more regular and although not regularly masturbating at this time, my touching of myself through nylon was becoming an unbearable joy.
I soon moved into my sister’s underwear drawer. I had sneeked away a black underwired 34/36 B lacy bra that I would wear for hours on end. I would wear it at school (as long as there was no gym class) and touch myself through classes, trying so hard to hide my hard leaking clit inside my trousers. Where was all this taking me?... well, it was to the high school toilets.
Although the hang out of the rougher guys, the urine stinking toilets, smelled of cigarette smoke and the fantasies of adolescent graffiti artists on the walls, I found solice and self gratification in the end stall of toilets. Stripped from the waist up, my trousers at my ankles I spent many lunchtimes edging my cock whilst gently caressing my chubby male tits and tweaking pink useless nipples. The orgasms would be violent and strong. Uncontrollable. Intially i would pull my foreskin over the bulbous head to save the cum, the white sticky cream oozing out my stretched foreskin dripping into the shit coated toilet pan.
Other times whilst naked and horizontal in the toilets with all my clothes hooked on the doors I would jam my knees on the cublicle door and lean back supporting my bodyweight on the toilet pan, masturbating hard while fantasising about Miss S, my almost dominatrix, black mascra overload teacher. The furious unloading over my stomach, hairless chest and frequently hitting my face. A taste of things to come. The risk of being caught so high. The release and joy of masturbation and orgasm greater.
I knew then, as I know now, sexual satisfaction could truly only be found away from the usual fumbling with the school tart. I needed more. And I was determined to find it. No matter the risk.
As was the norm in the 1970s and early 80s most large cities had large porn cinemas. A hangover from the golden era of cinema where almost every street was loaded with the top Hollywood movies, or Elstree comedy, times had changed. Video recorders were in their infancy, and TV was booming. There were 3 in Glasgow. Although still only 16 years old, and particularly small and fresh faced for my age I found a new place to go. Initially I would happily sit on my own watching the comings and goings and for a reason unknown to me I started associating smoking with sex, with masturbation. I hated smoking as a habit. But when I knew I was dodging off school and heading into town to try to watch some soft porn dubbed greek or Italian movie. It was all usually rubbish. Ocassionally there would be something a bit more interesting, but crossdressing/ fetish or similar.. no chance.
So Ii sat mid way down the cinema, away from the other cinema goers with a pack of 20 cigarettes, my shirt unbuttoned just enough to allow me (and me only) to touch my bra / titties whilst my cock hardened as I inhaled hard on the cigarettes. I still don’t know why, but the hard inhale, the burn at the back of my throat and the smell of the smoke just made me horny. Today I hate cigareetes and all about them. But the 16 year old pervert loved them. I was however too scared to get my cock out and wank openly. Unknown to me what was really going on in the back rows, where the rows of men sat upright in their seats, I was sure I would get thrown out shamed if caught .
One Saturday morning I went into to the cinema bright and early. I knew it opened around 1030/1045 and was outside the door hanging around waiting on it opening. The anticipation high. I had also now started wearing panties too.
I had a part-time job that meant going out early morning to help with local deliveries to houses/ businesses. As it was cold my mother had cut the feet off an old pair of her nylons and thought it would be a good thing to keep me warm. This was heaven. I now had my own tights, to wear as I wanted.
This particular Saturday I got into the cinema with a polo shirt , denim jacket and my jeans. Underneath I wore a black tee shirt bra, soft back pants and my footless black opaque tights. I was in heaven. The cinema was particularly empty so I decided to sit near the back. The movie was a Russ Meyer movie with the extremely breast loaded Kitten Navidad or Erica Gavin. Probably my first introduction to fetish.. as I hadn’t clicked onto that me wearing panties, a bra and tights as anything bizarre.
I needed a pee and as I went to leave a guy followed me to the toilet. I released my cock and started to pee. I was then aware of the guy towering over me – he was 6ft plus – and I was a short 5’6 – his cock in his hand rubbing it to erect while looking at me in my tights and pants. My cock got harder. I needed to wank. But suddenly there was a cock beside mine and suddenly an older hand holding my cock. I was shocked.. but stood still. His large hands dwarfed my small boyish penis. I looked up at him. “Take it” he said. His cock was thick hard hot and at that time I thought about 4 times the size of mine. I cautiously put my hand out to touch it. I had never seen another erect cock before. He put his left arm around me, comforting, holding me...I wanked his slowly as he wanked mine.
He clearly sensed my nervousness and suggested we go next door – into the ladies! We left one door and went in the next. As we entered he spoke to the guys selling the chocolate and cigarettes.
The ladies was civilised. A large full height mirror and didn’t smell of piss and cum like the gents. He ushered me in to the centre to the toilets and unzipped my jeans. The dropped to the floor showing my black opaque tights, bulge in my panties and semen stains from previous wearing.
He took off my jacket and pulled off my polo. I now stood infront of another human wearing a bra and panties, he unzipped his large cock and asked me to suck it. I was terrified. And sexually high. The door to the toilets opened. Th chocolate seller appeared. Me on my knees a huge cock inches from my mouth. He wasted no time. His cock was out too. Not as large but gleaming with precum. He was masturbating furiously. The first guy encouraged me to help him. I lightly caressed his cock. It was hard and hot and as I got closer smelled of nicotine from his fingers.
Without warning he came. Hard. His come first shot over my shoulder, the next load hit me on the neck . I was stunned. The next and subsequent over my chest and bra... i was on my knees and defenceless. The first guy stood me up and without warning started slurping all the cum off my body. ... He looked at me and I still don’t know why but I joined him in a deep kiss, his fat tongue and a stranger’s cum filling my adolescent mouth. I backed off a bit and was soon against a wall. He grabbed at my tits and mauled them roughly. I was completely terrified and high with sexual emotion. I pulled on my shirt and pulled up my trousers. And went back into the cinema... In the dark I shook for about 20 minutes. Not in fear. In excitement.
I knew this was all wrong, although the high and intensity of stranger sex was totally intoxicating.
As I sat in back my seat I now didn’t care who saw what. I dropped my trousers and slowly edged my cock trying so hard not to cum. I came quickly and hard, hardly having the chance to enjoy the orgasm (or Kitten Navidads huge breasts) as my body twitched as I tried to control the flow of cum. In all an exhilarating introduction to stranger sex, that still holds a desire for me today.
My cinema excursions became more frequent with my chosen seat edging towards the back rows. As I passed the age of 18 and relationships flourished I discussed briefly with a few friends if any of them had ever been to the porno cimemas, as they were called. My friends thought they were full of sad old guys with dirty macks, and would rather jerk off to an adult magazine. This was an easy option, as I was now into a routine of wherever I was, work, holiday, college I would masturbate daily and regularly. I had for the time abandoned the bras and pants, but still fantasised about gay sex and being someone’s play thing.
Meantime I had started work in a city centre office as the junior administrator.
An office where all the managers were male and 99% of the staff female, but for a few guys. The dept I was in was all female and some of the girls were not much older than me, but it appeared clearly more sexually advanced, mature and ready to take advantage of the new boy in the office.
One girl was called Rosanne. She was only about 5’1 and had dark straight shoulder length hair and a fabulous figure, with perfect larger than average breasts, a beautiful ass. She was maybe 23 or 24 but appeared years ahad of me in age and sexuality. She oozed it.
One lunchtime she showed me her regular read over a sandwich. It was Forum magazine. A long past publication full of confessions of fetishes, sexual devience and a string of private adds. As she sat in her tight low cut vest and tight skirt I could clearly see the outline of a hardened nipple and the recognisable bumps on her firm thighs of suspender clips. She teased me, and she knew the was having the right effect. One lunchtime she encouraged another girl to join us, Joanne, who was strawberry blonde and younger, maybe 20 or 21.
Joanne was wearing a cream jumpsuit and Rosanne casually unzipped her to expose more that a little breast. With no bra her tits moved freely. Joanne casually slid her hand over Joanne’s breast and flicked her nipple. My cock nearly burst. And they knew they had me.
They often occupied the back seat in the canteen and as I would sit opposite or beside them they would sit touching each other. Occasionally they would comment on my hard cock but more often simply discussed work casually touching each other. But they didn’t want sex with me. I was an immature cock tease.
Thankfully part of my role was to store documents in a deep basement archive. I would go down every day or other to file papers and have my daily masturbation over Joanne, Roseanne or a copy of Fiesta or other cheap top shelf magazine.
I really don’t know how many loads I dumped in the basement but I had realised that anyone coming down used the lift and I could easily wank furiously in a corner of the basement with little disturbance – this became a ritual. Get teased by the girls, straight down stairs and masturbate and fantise about fucking one of these two new friends.. But I needed physical contact. Self gratification was good, but I longed for others to be involved.
It was the summer of 1981 and Princess Diana was marrying Charles. I saw this as an opportunity to get some action. I had told the folks I was off down to the coast with friends as none of us were interested in a royal wedding, and I headed back to the cinema.
It was a warm day as I paid my money and now as an 18 yr old didn’t have to worry about being u******e. I had also lost the urge to dress, but loved the anonymity of the cinema and the occasional mutual masturbation.
This day of the royal wedding the cinema seemed fuller than normal.I sat down one of the side aisle and ejoyed the movies and playing publically with my cock. In the darkness two people shuffled into my row to take their place, but surpisingly one of them pushed by me to get into the empty seat against the wall. When they sat down I realised it was a woman. Her male froend sat to my left.
Casually she slipped off her trousers and started wanking herself. She introduced herself as Fiona.
She was in her mid 20s , he was older – maybe mid 30s – certainly not old men in dirty macks.
Fiona had dark curly hair and large full breasts. I couldn’t believe it! After a couple of minutes she bumped her knee against mine as I looked at her, she looked down at her pussy. An invite? I slowly moved my hand across the seat and rested on her pale thigh. She moved my hand into the depths of her crotch. It was wet and warm; I fumbled to find the right things to do. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse keeping her focus on the big screen and exposed her breasts, snugly tucked away in a black bra. As Fiona pulled them out I was aware that her partner (John) had his hand on my crotch and was trying to get my cock out.
WTF! I slid my jeans down and my cock jumped up erect and shiny. No sooner was my cock out that Fiona’s attention was drawn to it. As I sat back in the seat in Row Q, this couple wanked off my 18 yr old dick to the point of explosion before Fiona got on her knees and titty wanked me to completion. Clearly they were experienced at this as Fiona felt me about to expolode she dropped her mouth over my cock and took the full satisfying load.
As I tried to take in all that was going on John reached across and kissed Fiona as my cum was shared between the bisexual lovers. Fiona got back up – and kissed me full on the mouth flicking her tongue and my cum into my mouth... my young cock hardened almost instantly. She dribbled the remains of saliva and cum onto her tits and caressed it into her nipples. She returned to my cock for another five or ten minutes wanking me to a second completion, this time allowing the come to shoot over my stomach.
In my complete ecstasy of the moment a small crowd had gathered, hovering behind watching everything going on. All with cocks in hand. Fiona wanked a couple for a few seconds then pulled up her jeans buttoned her blouse and her and John left the cinema.
The other guys noticing my acceptance of a helping hand for masturbation and before long I had two older guys wanking and sucking my now tired cock. I went to the toilets to have a fresh up to find about 7 guys mutually wanking in the toilets all in various levels of undress. They varied in age from early 20s to 60s, and all comfortable in the sexuality they had – this was an wake up moment to me – first I had always know, but now was convinced of my bisexuality and also that there was a scene to be part of where on tap cock was available. How could I fail to join in.
On my next visit to the cinema I sat nearer the back and got a kind of knowing nod from a couple of regulars. The cinemas closed not long after and new excitement was needed. Welcome to the world of Premium phone calls and contact magazines.
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