I had an uncle who worked in the print and he always got or took a lot of freebies.
My bedroom wall was covered by posters of Bowie, Bolan, Slade and Mott the Hoople.
All of my friends were jealous but my curiosity was pricked by the stack of magazines he gave to my father.
The titles were mysterious and grand, Mayfair, Penthouse, Parade.
I showed them to my friends and they were agog by the pictures of beautiful naked women but I was drawn to the stories and letters, which were amazing and covered so many different subjects and topics.
Some of the subjects would not be allowed today, except for specialist magazines or websites.
I devoured each and every one of the magazines and always had an enormous erection, which, at the time, I did not know what to do with.
During the school holidays I tried not to leave the house if both my parents were at work.
I would read and read the stories and letters over and over and feel as though I was about to burst with excitement, which was sexual but unknown to me.
What I did learn from the literature was that ladies always wore sexy underwear and shoes, hardly any story or letter had a naked lady as the protagonist. They were always in stockings and heels, sometimes under a fur coat, if outside.
From then on I was always looking at women in the street, neighbours, shopkeepers and wondering or assuming that under their clothes they were wearing stockings and suspenders.
This intrigue led me to investigate my mothers underwear drawer, which was disappointing but she did have a large collection of shoes and boots which I admired but being my mothers, I did no more than look.
Some of my friends were lusting after the underwear section of the clothing catalogues but I had moved onto much bigger and better things.
Eventually, while reading my favourite letter about a lady who was having sex with her husband and another man, I pulled on my cock and I came! There was loads of whatever it was that came out and at first I wasn't sure that I hadn't wet myself.
When my panic subsided, I realised that I had had my first wank and I enjoyed it, so I decided to do it again and again and again.
The following day, I woke to find that my cock was tiny in length but swollen to about six times its normal size, my next shock was when I went for a piss, the pain was unbelievable.
Safe to say that I wasn't put off at all, and as soon as the pain passed and the swelling went down, I was reading and wanking for most of the school holiday.
Going back to school with a new skill, a new outlook and a lot of new ideas was going to make the next school year very interesting.
