A Whole New World
Chapter I: The Stash
My father kept a stash of porn magazines in the garage. He hid them in an old briefcase inconspicuously tucked between boxes of stuff that my parents stored out of the house because they didn't have the heart to throw it away. When I was sixteen I found the stash and struggled with the urge to explore it, although I never really took the chance, as I was too afraid of getting caught. Dad was always in and out of the garage fixing things, organizing his tools, and there was just too great a possibility, in my mind at the time, that he would walk in on me. So, I left the stash alone, but it never left my mind.
After high school, I went away to college coming back to my parents' house for the summers. I would get jobs in town, and basically enjoyed a life of leisure, working during the week, helping mom with gardening, assisting Dad with repairs and maintenance around house during the weekends, and partying. Sometimes, I even partied with my folks, on Saturday or Sunday afternoons, enjoying a cocktail in the shade of our back patio.
One such afternoon, with a couple of beers in me, I slipped away from my parents with the excuse of catching a nap, but instead of going to my room, I snuck into the garage to finally explore my father's porn stash. Finding the briefcase was easy. It was unlocked, and out of it I pulled a black plastic bag wrapping a stack of magazines that stood over six inches high when I placed them on the cleared surface of his work bench. As usual with my father, they were very well preserved and organized. So, I started flipping through them, one by one, starting from the top of the stack with the intention of just checking them out.
The first magazine had lots of interesting and humorous articles, and cartoons in addition to pictures of stunningly beautiful women superbly photographed. The magazine was at least 25 years old, and the hairstyles and some of the clothes, reminded me of photos of my parents when they were young. I easily got chubby, and even though, I had no real intention of masturbating, I slipped my right hand under the waistband of my sweat shorts and started to fondle my dick while I flipped the pages with my left. I got to the end of the photo-spreads and carefully closed the magazine face down to the left of the pile trying not to crease any pages or scuff the cover, not only because I wanted no evidence left that I had discovered the stash, but also, out of some weird respect for my father's fastidious neatness.
The next magazine was a different issue of the same publication, featuring a voluptuous redhead with enormous breasts. She was gorgeous. Her strikingly green eyes looked right into the camera, and of course, right into me. There was something about this woman that triggered a rock-hard erection, which I immediately pulled out and started stroking. The pleasure in me started rising quickly. I wanted to close my eyes, lean back, picture Miss Busty Redhead kneeling infront of me, mouth open, and blast away. But, with great effort, I held back. I don't know what I would have done, had I come all over my dad's magazines.
As I worked my way through the stack it was clear to me that the magazines were in a kind of order, from class at the top then getting trashier as you went down. The models in the magazines lower in the stack looked a bit rougher, not quite as perfect physically. And their poses were cruder, more explicit with lots of spread legs and straight on crotch shots. There was way less text, and they were getting more and more pornographic. Closer to the bottom of the pile the photo sequences included muscular men either being sucked off or fucking, their hard-ons half in the women's cunts. I was amazed at how big those cocks were, and how buff the guys were. I guess, if the women had to have big tits, the guys had to have big cocks.
I was just about to flip to the last few magazines when the side door suddenly burst open, blasting daylight into the dimly lit garage.
"Jeffie," my father's voice rang out, "Are you in here?"
At first I froze, then, scrambled to get my cock inside my pants and hide the magazines. But, too late. My father had walked right up to where I stood by his workbench just in time to see my activities highlighted by a 100 watt work light - a hastily gathered pile of porn mags, and my boner poking all its glory against the fabric of my shorts.
"Ah, Jeff." He paused. "I see you found my stash," my father said, calmly.
"Dad. I'm sorry. I...I..." I didn't really know what to say.
"It's alright, buddy." My father was already heading back for the door. "Perfectly natural. You finish. Make sure you put them away where you found them. There's a large, clean towel on the top of the pile of the rag bin. Use it."
"Dad?" I stammered.
"Dude," he said, standing at the side door. He used that word when he wanted to be buddy-buddy with me. "It's all cool. Take your time. Enjoy the stash." And he was gone.
The door was closed, and there I was, with a chubby in my hand, a stack of porn in front of me, privacy and permission from my father.
So, I went for it. I arranged the magazine pile slightly to my left. I got the large towel and placed it to the right of the pile, on the workbench, which, interestingly, was just below crotch level. (I remember thinking when he first built it, that the bench was too low, but, then I thought, there must be a reason for it, because he always knew what he was doing. Now, I knew why.) I pulled my shorts down to my ankles, put the magazines in order and starter to work through them again from the top. Within about ten minutes I had worked my way back down the stack to where I was interrupted. I had a bone hard dick in my hand as I flipped to the next magazine in the order.
