PORN THIEF II

Somewhere along in my teenage years, on a shopping trip to a nearby town with Moms, Pops, and Sis, I discovered a news stand/gift store that had smut aplenty. And a lot of it was gay. Mandate, Playguy, Honcho, Ye-Haw!  This also indicated to me that there were other gay guys around my area. Well, of course, I couldn't buy it at my age. I had to steal it. Not something I am generally proud of, but there you have it. I even contemplated leaving cash hidden somewhere to pay for it, but didn't bother. Anyway, on a couple different occasions, I lifted a couple mags and surreptitiously snuck them home somehow. Mom, Dad and store clerks never any the wiser. These mags opened a whole new world of raunch to me. While the guys weren't necessarily as hot as Playgirl at this point, they certainly showed what I wanted to see. Assholes in full glory, dicks at attention. Eye candy for my soul.

One of the snippets from one of the mags I remember was a review of Jack Wrangler's book The Jack Wrangler Story, What's A Nice Boy Like You Doing ? I wanted to read that story about the life of the hunky man I saw pictured in the article. I was a bit bewildered by the revelation that he had fallen in love with Chanteuse Cougar Margaret Whiting and married her, but this sort of made the story all the more fascinating.

On another occasion I was down visiting my Grandmother, not the one I previously spoke of but the other one. On a trip to a local shopping mall bookstore I managed to steal another mag by folding it up and slipping it in my pockets. This time I snuck it out and hid it under the car seat of Nan's station wagon while the family was in a diner. Well, my Dad saw me do this from the diner's window. When I went to join them he asked me quietly, "What did you put under the seat of the car?" I denied knowledge of what he was talking about. He looked suspicious but dropped the subject. Maybe he thought I'd bought a smut mag and hid it. At any rate, I got away with it again. I am forever grateful to Pop for this. Of course I did not eat much at the diner. I did manage to sneak said mag out of the station wagon and up to my room. I guess if I was straigtht boy stealing a pussy mag and got caught, it would have been embarrassing but manageable.  But being caught with a gay boy rag. Ouch!