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 Warning, this is a work of fiction, there may be some scenes that are to
graphic for some people but i assure you i do not practice nor condone
illegal behavior.this is purely fiction.

   1 I remember the very first time I ever looked through a dirty mag, I
was probably somewhere in the neighborhood of five or six.  My grandmother
was a bartender for as far back as I could remember.  She worked for and
dated the owner of the place for a long time and he wound up becoming a
good friend of the family, so much so that he was like a grandfather to me.


   I always liked spending the night at my grams house.  On the nights she
had to work late, I was good enough to sit and play or draw in one of the
booths.  Allot of the time when I would go with her and wait I of course
being so young would get sleepy and often times headaches from the loud
music and crowd and not to mention my eye's would burn horribly from all if
the thick rank cigarette smoke.  I would go ask my grams if she would wake
me when she was ready to leave and then of course ask the boss man if he
would mind if I went and rested in his bed He always answered everything I
asked him the same way," I reckon."

   I of course was always grateful for the trust and the clear place to
rest but there was a little bit of a problem.  As you enter the room there
was an entryway, somewhat like a short hall about four feet long and off to
the left was a closet door that housed business supplies like locking
moneybags and coin rollers etc.  The entry way opened up to a square room,
there was a long dresser that ran the length of the wall to my right with
an old TV atop it.  From the left was a centered bed with a table on either
side.

   The problem wasn't the bed or the size of the room, but the smell and
disorder it was in.  There were hundreds if not thousands of old, stinky,
yellow newspapers scattered and blanketing almost everything except for a
small walkway and one side of the bed that you could tell he slept on with
the covers pulled back.  The smell of old ink could almost knock you over
sometimes but I hafta admit it was better than all that cigarette smoke.  I
would lie down and listen to all the sounds around me.  We were in a bad
neighborhood and I would sometimes hear guns going off in the distance. 
The ladies room was just behind the wall of the dresser, I could hear the
toilets flushing and ladies gossiping about this or that, often I couldn't
tell what they were talking about over the bumping of the jukebox and loud,
feisty crowd.

   One night I laid and listened, leaving the bedside light on most the
time cause I was very young and could get frightened easily from all the
sounds and such.  I couldn't get to sleep, regardless of how heavy my
eyelids were the smell and sounds just would not let me rest.  Boss man's
bed smelled funky to but it was better than the smoke and drunks.

   I scanned the room and couldn't believe the ungodly amount of papers
that were scattered about the room on top of the TV and draping over it and
on the dresser and...  Everywhere.  Mounds and Mounds of stinky newspapers.
I began to shuffle through the piles on the side of the bed trying to find
some Sunday funnies when I came across something that was thicker and
heavier than a newspaper.

   I pulled it out and looked at the cover of the magazine, I couldn't tell
you what the name of it was but like most young boys that come across such
things I found myself extremely curious of the half-naked woman on the
front.  Now remember that this was the eighties and looking back now, I
would say that it was even older than I was then so a fur less cunt was not
something you found very often and none was in this book.

   For the first time though I was seeing breast other than my mother's
(who's I had only peeked when I would accidentally walk in the bathroom
while she was bathing or when she was getting dressed.  Not that she ever
hid her body from me.) But these pictures were of women's boobs and hair? I
didn't understand the hair, just a bunch of hair but looking at it made me
feel warm all over and made my little pee-pee hard like when I needed to
use the bathroom real bad but didn't feel like I needed to go.

   I continued to look through the pages; my little peter flinching and
throbbing.  I thought I was leaking little drops of pee but would later
figure out that it was pre-cum.  I reached down into my pants and under my
Spider man underoos and pushed my pee-pee down between my legs.  It felt
good but hurt a little, the fabric of my pants rubbed against the tender
flesh.  Then I got an idea, I pulled my pants down to my knees, shoved my
little boyhood down between my soft little thighs and squeezed my legs
together.  Slowly I moved my hips back and forth while I looked in wonder
over the sexy images.

   Then I came across a photo of a man and woman, the man was lying atop
the woman like I had seen mom and some of her friends do when they thought
I was asleep.  That gave me an idea, I spread my legs and let my little
pee-pee back out into the open air and laid the magazine over it.  I shoved
my little cock up grinding it against the pictures.  This felt very good as
well and I closed my eyes imagining it was me lying on the woman; my body's
natural instincts took over.

   I must have relaxed and fell asleep because next thing I knew I heard
paper crinkle and I awoke.  Sitting next to me on the bed was my
grandmother, she had blonde hair done up in high curls, way too much
make-up but always dressed to impress , her heavy breast on display under a
nice blouse and she loved wearing glittery jewelry, she was very lady like
in many ways and a hard ass in more.  She was drunk, reeking of cigarette
smoke and vodka.  She was looking at the magazine.  I was so embarrassed
and thought I was in big trouble so I closed my eyes pretending to be
asleep.

   "Found yourself something to make your little prick hard huh?" she asked
still flipping through the pages.  Her voice was tender but forward." So
what do you think about these pictures here?" I was so embarrassed I bet I
turned fifty shades of red.

   I turned my head to the other direction.  "I don't know, I guess looking
at them made me really warm all over my body and I felt like i had to pee
but didn't.  I don't know why looking at the book made me..." that's when I
remembered my pants were still around my knees and reached to pull them up
but my grandmother stopped me by gently placing her hand against my chest.

   "don't worry about that now, the cocks out of the bag." she said
giggling, tossing the book on the other side of the bed." you didn't answer
me, what did you think of the pictures?" she asked tenderly, smiling
slightly.

   "I don't know really, I mean there boobies look nice but how come girls
only have hair down there, how do they pee?" Busting out in laughter she
said "Oh honey you're so funny, there is allot more than hair down there
baby and only women have hair girls like your age don't."

   "Oh." I said feeling foolish.  "well I couldn't tell from the pictures,
I guess I thought it was just smooth skin and hair, I didn't see anything
else."She smiled affectionately "well little man, someday you will." Then
she bent down from the edge of the bed and gave my flaccid little pee-pee a
soft slow kiss that made me shudder and immediately brought it to life.

   She stood up grinning at me laying there with my pants to my knees and
my tiny little hard on." ok kiddo, pull'em up and let's get going.  I'm
ready for a greasy breakfast and some sleep." To be continued