It All Started With Porn
Part 1

This story isn’t true. It is, however, completely feasible. In any case, the characters in this story aren’t meant to represent actual people. If they do, it’s completely by chance. Don’t read into it, okay? Also, this is my first posting of this type, so please be honest with me; constructive criticism is welcome, as are any comments that I may receive. Okay.

My name is Eric. I’m currently in my early thirties. This story is about a specific aspect or two of my sexual growth that I shared with my best friend, Jake. Jake and I have been best buds since we were in fourth grade, and were inseperable from the time we were in grade school to the time we moved to different cities after college. We still keep in regular, if not all that frequent, contact to this day.

Growing up, Jake and I experienced many firsts together. We drank our first beers together, smoked our first weed together, even had sex for the first time at the same party. Another thing we liked to enjoy mutually was porn. Porn is where this all started.

One night, after a long night of drinking at a friend’s party, we decided to head back to Jake’s place and call it a night. It was a decent drive from the party to Jake’s, so we’d taken a couple of beers along for the drive. Jake cracked one, handed it to me, and then cracked one for himself.

“Hey, man…you got any porn in here?” He knew that I did. I ALWAYS had a stash of porn in the car.

“You know where it is!” I told him, laughing. He certainly did know where it was.

Reaching under the seat, he pulled out the bag of porn mags that I kept tucked away.

“Steph is still at her uncle’s place and I haven’t gotten laid in waaay too long,” he said, referring to his girlfriend as he started flipping through a Penthouse by the glovebox light.

We drove along, commenting on the various attributes of the different women in the porn rags and drinking our beers. The back roads to his place were predictably deserted and so I wasn’t too worried about traffic and even less worried about police. After about 20 minutes of this, I was starting to get somewhat hard from all the glances at the women and women/men combinations in the mags, as well as all the commentary we were adding about what we’d like to do in each situation. I shifted in my seat, letting go of the wheel briefly to shift my stiffening cock to a more comfortable position. Jake noticed this.

“So…the porn is having a predictable affect on you, huh?” he asked, smiling as he chuckled.

“Uh, yeah,” I said, glancing again at the mag he was holding. His beer was empty and his right hand was under the magazine, apparently adjusting his dick just as I had done with mine.

He didn’t notice that I was looking his way, and for some reason I glanced back at him after checking the road. His hand was still hidden but was clearly moving in a back and forth motion. I was stupidly surprised that he was rubbing his cock, even if it was through his pants, right there in front of me.

“Looks like the porn is having even more of an affect on YOU,” I said to him, laughing with a slight nervousness in my voice.

“Well, man, I told you – Steph isn’t around to take care of me.