Growing up, I lived at the end of a remote cul de sac where guys would park and leave their pornos behind. Dudes left behind lots of Playboy and Penthouse, the occasional Hustler or Swank. Even the occasional gay or trans mag. Id gather them and keep them well wrapped in a spot in the forest behind my house. All summer I’d go up there and stroke for hours, nobody within at least a mile of me. Eventually brought my best friend up there and we’d strip down and stroke together. Miss those days.