Hot Scalding
Teenage lads these days have it easy with the rise of this faceless beast we call the internet. Whenever they fancy a gander at some pornography the XXX websites are all here, begging you for attention, simply click the I Am Over 18 button and you are in grot Heaven. Back in my day however (and yes I sound like my grandfather) it was much more difficult. And for a teenage lad of my huge appetite for porn, it wasn't as easy as not bothering. No hurdle was too high in my quest for high heels and sheer stockings. Determined dot com (but without the dot com.)
In those days you either acquired your filth via friends who had gotten hold of their fathers secret stash, stole it from the top shelf of a newsagents or found some hidden in some hedgerow in the countryside (no doubt left behind by some kind hearted, lusty old tramp.) I was quite lucky too in that at 15 I passed for 18 and rented some from the local olde video shoppe. (I also helped out at another video shop and often helped myself to the undercounter stuff when left alone.)
