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After the stripper had finished, I made my way the lockers in order to stash my two cum soaked magazines. Feeling the need for more fun I made my way to the main room. I placed my pile of magazines on the table, and took a seat between two guys who were flicking through mags. We acknowledged each other. The guy on the left asked if he could look at my magazines, “sure I said”. He offered me one of his to look at. Then the guy on my right asked for a mag and offered one of his. I watched in turn as they turned the pages, stopping to study a well spunked picture and giving themselves a good stro… Read more

It has been several months since my last visit to the magazine wankers club. This is due to a massive refurbishment, mainly brought about by a very large increase in membership. So I enter and walk down the stairs, still dim lighting but much improved décor. The locker room is cleaner and smarter, but I am glad to say my magazines are as dirty as ever. Robes are now provided, so I strip off, pull on a robe, and gather a handful of mags. The overall room size has increased, but there are sections devoted to different tastes. There is the main table, seats around it, with the addition of a coup… Read more

A couple of years ago I was in a German town, and about to visit a sex shop, which, by all accounts ad some great booths with glory holes. So in I went. Passing through the entrance with a mass of magazines, videos, and sex toys. I passé through a curtain entering a dingy corridor, there were doors either side. I opened the third door on my left and went in. The first thing I noticed was the smell of cum; now that’s exciting! Then the screen that was showing a choice of videos. The walls were all painted black and had a lot of dried cum on them, almost everywhere I looked at a certain height w… Read more

I was 15 when I made my first visit to a strip club in London’s Soho, with 3 of my school friends to celebrate leaving school. How we managed to get in I have no idea, we looked older I think. The whole atmosphere excited me no end. I loved the seedy club, the cheap wooden seats that were screwed together to form a row, with wooden planks. Every movement was felt along the row, with, as I later discovered, exciting consequences. And of course the girls! So my first visit was exciting, but I wanted to experience it on my own, without embarrassing comments from my friends. Shortly after, I start… Read more

Having pushed and shoved my way on the London Underground, I boarded my suburban line train with a minute or two to spare. It was a compartment carriage, so no corridor, just a door each side with two bench seats the width of the carriage. There were four other passengers, all male and seated in each corner, by the windows. I sat in the middle, miffed that I could not get a window seat. The whistle blew, on time, great. Then suddenly the opened and in scurried a young girl, a couple of years older than me, about twenty, I guessed. She sat opposite me and crossed her lovely legs. As she placed… Read more

Yet another visit to my favourite club. As usual I undressed in the locker room, then, with my magazines went into the main room. I was intrigued to see a couple of sofa’s with two large, low tables in front of them. There was a sign above saying “swap section”. I soon realised that the room had been enlarges to accommodate this. Chatting to one of the guys there he said that the club had become so popular they needed more space, and that ability to swap some magazines would be another interesting feature. So wandered over to take a look. There were three men sitting on the sofas with some ma… Read more

So, it was a typical Saturday morning around 40 years ago. I fastened on my black and purple garter belt, gently, pulled on my sheer, black stockings, rolling them carefully up my legs, clipped on the suspenders, and gloried in the feeling of nylon on my legs. Finally I pulled on my tiny g-sting, far too small to cover anything, but wearing these tiny panties made me so horny. Next I selected a few magazines to take with me, packing them in to a holdall. Most of them contained several pictures which had a few loads of dried cum on them. Finally I pulled on my clothes over my sexy undies. I was… Read more

So it had been a while since my last visit to the Magazine Wankers Club. I had been informed that a new feature had been installed. It basically was 6 booths with glory holes in them; they each had a small screen in them, which showed a live feed of the main room so that you could watch all the magazine wanking going on around the tables. Apparently the club had been getting even more popular of late, and a few more females were coming along, mostly girlfriends and wives I hoped. Much like when I took my wife Mary along. I thought of the intriguing possibilities of not knowing who would be th… Read more

Part Two. So now I needed to calm down, although the scene around Mary was far from calm. Her basque had been loosened and her tits were now exposed and being fondled by them, one guy was kneeling in front of her his fingers thrust inside her panties and shoved up her cunt. He then removed his fingers and moving his head closer he started lick her pussy. He was wanking himself as he did, and I guess knowing that going any further was out of the question, he suddenly shot stream after stream all over Mary’s feet and ankles. It was an impressive amount, and looked outstanding against her black… Read more

Past readers might remember the tale, when my wife, Mary, discovered my magazine collection, and what transpired later. She insisted on watching me as I watched porn and studied my well spunked porn magazines. I was so nervous and embarrassed, and very reluctant, but Mary was very insistent. Read ‘My secret is out, I am a wanker’ for the full story. So after some time I eventually confessed to Mary about my visits to The Magazine Wankers Club. She was very intrigued, and asked endless questions. A couple of days later Mary said that she could not get the club out of her mind, and that she wan… Read more

10 days had passed and I was eagerly looking forward to returning to the club. So many commitments had so far prevented me. But now bag packed with my mags and ready ready to go. The memories of my last visit had played on my mind so much of the past days, so to say I was excited was an understatement. Once again I showed my membership and made my way to that, oh so depraved, but so exciting basement room. Before entering the room I made my way to the locker room to retrieve what had been those spunk soaked magazines. All that cum from other men and of course mine. Before locking them away i… Read more

So a week has now past and I am packing my bag with magazines, the soft aroma assaults my nostrils as I remove them from their drawer, that smell of well spunked paper. I feel a slight tingle in my balls as I handle my girls as I call them. I have decided to visit alone this time, no reason except I just want to experience it all alone. I enter the doorway, down the stairs into the dingy basement. As I walk along the passage I feel the excitement building. Through the door and into the room, the same tables and chairs, with about 15 guys standing and seated at various tables. Standing for a mo… Read more

My friend had told me about this rather niche club, where guys, who like me, enjoyed cum stained porn magazines. It sounded rather improbable to me, bur curiosity and excitement got the better of me. So we entered through this doorway and were faced with some stairs leading down to what looked like a rather dingy basement. A short passage lead into a fairly large room with subdued lighting, but bright enough to clearly see everything. There were about 15 tables and some chairs around them. At some tables some men were seated, or in some cases standing. I could see that there were several maga… Read more

John! Mary suddenly screamed down the stairs. Come up here right away. I knew she had been cleaning and tidying my study – why do they have to interfere? – so was concerned she had discovered my secret stash of porn mags, not just porn mags but my well spunked collection. Sure enough my worst fears were realised and all my mags were laid out on my desk. The look on her face was thunder, and I felt like a little boy stood before the headmaster at school. Explain yourself. I stammered and apologised, saying that I have always had a weakness for porn magazines especially when they were all stain… Read more

So I have 2 new magazines to decorate that arrived today. I have not had any for a while now and really missed them. I just love shooting my spunk over them, hearing the splatter onto paper, and then waiting for them to dry and see the fantastic stains that are left. I can then use them again and again until those pages are so fucked up. They then feel and smell great. These mags are pre-owned, and I just love the thought that some other guy has been wanking over the same pictures. In fact on a couple of pictures there a tiny piece that had stuck to the next page. Sorry I just find that so f… Read more

I recently lost all my porn magazines which saddened me as I had them for quite a few years and I shot many loads of spunk over them. They were so stained, wrinkled, stuck, torn, and quite smelly. The smell always turned me on, the stale, dry sperm just seems to make so horny. But it, not just the smell that gets me going it is also the look and feel that I find so erotic . Even now as I write this sitting here naked, I have to keep stroking my cock at the thought of all those well used and abused magazines that must have had hundreds of loads of my creamy spunk splattered over them. I miss t… Read more

The advantage of being an older guy is you have very long masturbation history. Mine began in the very late 50's. In the UK at that time there many old public toilets as a randy boy I was drawn to them because most had outstanding graffiti, some excellent short stories with some well drawn pictures, big cocks being sucked and massive, very hard pricks shooting big jets of cum. These never failed to inspire me and was soon hard and pumping my cock. Very often there were cum stains down the wall and on the floor. This made me even hornier and my spunk was quickly splattered on the wall and d… Read more

So fucking horny at the moment, spunked off twice yesterday but no chance for any relief yet. What's a guy to do when he feels so turned on, always thinking about stroking but unable to. Periodically touching himself and feeling it leaking in his pants. I am sure when the time comes I will be so hard and shoot a hot, thick load very quickly.… Read more

I always crave new magazines and buy them as often as possible but I do find myself looking at my well used and stained collection. They really turn me on, so much so I find my self compelled to spunk over a previously well used picture. Some of my magazines are in such a state now with so much cum on them. Pages become stuck and torn areas appear. But this just make me want to spunk on them even more. I just adore it when the picture is stained and it has some little torn areas. I get so hard, in fact I am hard now writing this and thinking about my collection. Pages fall out due the paper… Read more

For so many years now I have enjoyed selecting and shooting my load over porn magazines. I yearned to share my love with other guys but apart from finding the occasional mag in a toilet or in the woods, it was not to be. I often thought that I was the only one who enjoyed this. The sometimes quoted comment "I would rather shoot into my hand or tissue, and not ruin the picture", only seemed to reinforce that thought. When my thought was how the picture was improved with a few loads of cum and the odd area that became stuck and torn. In fact the feel, texture, look and smell all added to my… Read more