Shit, I knew what to do with it and I spent quite a bit of time getting myself off and perving the catalog with a friend was even better (wink, wink)!
A copy of Fiesta my Dad had hidden under his t-shirts. He'd said I could borrow one when I was 14, I saw the corner of a magazine under them and every time my parents went shopping I looked to see what I'd be reading that afternoon.
I'm old as dirt, so my first were mail-out circulars from Sears-Roebuck catalogs...showcasing womens underwear. Think "grannie panties" because lingerie hadn't made it over stateside from europe, yet! I wish I was kidding... Even Playboy was only showing cleavage then! And then one day, we stumbled across some nudist mags a neighbor's dad had....PUBIC HAIR! Probably why, to this day I want fur around the muffs I rub my face in!
My first job was newsboy, when I was 16. I had to pick up my pile of newspapers every morning at 5:30 at a kiosk. Every morning I was stealthily staring at the porn magazines they sold. I never dared to buy one. But after a few months, the thought of it made me so horny, that after I had delivered my last paper, I cycled back to the kiosk and bought the Chick, which was really porn, so way more than just nudity. I remember I was a bit disappointed, because so many photos were detailed pics of body parts. That moment I discovered I like over all body pics more than details. After a while all pages with beautiful models sticked together. Then I threw the magazine in a public garbage bin, so my parents would not find it.
Actually, my first wasnt a porn mag but a nudist mag. I was nine. My father had a delivery truck and distributed magazines to store shelves. I would sit in his truck when he was home and read not only kids magazines but was pre-Playboy. Magazines about the nudist lifestyle and resorts. Pics and stories of nudists.
I remember reading my father's Emmanuelle books; they kept me hard and jerking off many a day and night!
I enjoyed reading the viewer letters in the back of Penthouse magazine. I was fascinated by the details of various events that people took the time to send in... often wondered if they were real stories, or made up, or written by writer of the magazine. It didnt matter - found erotic writing almost better than pictures.
I found my mom's Playgirl and Penthouse, loved the pictures and really got into the stories people wrote and sent in.
Probably about 11-12 found Playboys tucked away in a footstool my buddies dad used. First one I had was the Madonna Penthouse.