I was around porn from before I can remember.
I had two much older brothers who were frequently charged with the job of watching myself of my other brother of a closer age. Of course, as soon as the parents were gone, they'd put on the pornos and watch intently with a cushion sat in their lap. Myself and my brother didn't really understand the appeal. We did however have plenty of questions. They were rarely answered.

"Why's he weeing on that lady's face?"
"Won't she get sick if she puts that in her mouth?"
"How come that man only gets to put it in her bum when the other one puts it in her fanny?"
"Eurgh! Why's she sucking on it now? Won't it taste like poo?"
"If that lady licks that other lady there won't her breath smell like wee?"
"How come that lady doesn't have hairs inbetween her legs but that other lady does?"
"Doesn't it hurt when his balls slap against her like that?"
"What's that big black thing that lady is putting in her bum? Is that to stop her pooing on that other lady?"

For quite some time I was the biggest porno dealer at school. On my walking route home I passed an engineering company that had a billboard and small electricity transformer hut outside. Every few days I'd climb the back of the billboard and jump onto the top of the transformer hut, and hidden there, between the hut and the billboard, would be a fresh stack of porno mags. Usually 4 or 5, usually foreign and usually extremely explicit. Many would feature real odd shit like horse porn, triple anal, double fisting, etc. etc. The real odd stuff. I'd then take them back to school the next way where horny 11 year olds were prepared to give up 5 quid a throw for a mag. It got even more lucrative when I realised I could sell by the page rather than sell the whole magazine and usually make up to a tenner from each mag.

After a while the mags stopped appearing. I was heartbroken.
( MarkyH feels like the H in Bob Hoskins' name, Thu 25 Jan 2007, 23:13, Reply)