Around my senior year in high school I became more enamored with sex as all teenagers do. I loved lesbian sex and was addicted to shemale's as well. Nothing turned me on about gay sex. I was only curious about being with a shemale. So being underage the only porn you can get is via internet or through a magazine. Now all porn shops demand that you be of age but most could care less as long as you spend money in their store. So I had to find a store where I could get in because I was only 17.
In my city their were no porn shops but a city about 25 minutes away there were the only two decent porn shops. One was strictly mags and dvd's so I knew my chances there were shot. The other one had the same but they also had porn viewing booths. I could care less at the time because I had no clue what really went on in the booths. So one day I finallty decided to take my chances. I drove to the porn shop ready to test the limits. I drove there scared and nervous about getting carded.As I walked in the place reeked of old cigarettes and piss mixed with semen. I had no clue at the time of why the combination of all those scents meant I just wanted to buy porn. I came in and said,"hello" to the clerk behind the register who was a old large lady with thick glasses on. She then said hello back never once questioning my age let alone anything about me so right there I knew I found my place.
I scanned the shop and saw they had the magazines wrapped in plastic and the toys were on the lower level (I could care less for toys I wanted the real sex). I began to notice alot of guys just walking around the place but I was too focused on the magazines and video's. So, I just purchased a few mags but I wanted to get a video but I didn't have enough money for one. The only video I had enough money was for an old gay movie from the 70's. So I just said fuck it. I needed new beat off material. After beating off to the mags relentlessly I findally decided to watch the gay movie. It had these old black guys on the cover hugging each other.
