Porn Stash Stories
 

I know it's a bit cheeky asking for stories without any content of my own, but I figure there must be a million stories about porn stashes out there. Lets face it, most men must have one - either the old school shoebox under the bed, or the more modern hard drive full of OCC downloads!

How many of these survive marriage, or girlfriends moving in with you?
Has yours ever been found by anyone?
Have you ever found anyone else's? (maybe someone you'd never expect to have one?)
Is there such a thing as a girl's porn stash?
Has your porn stash ever mysteriously vanished, and did you find out what happened?
What happens to your porn when you die? Or do you dispose of it at a certain age?
And what's the best way to dispose of a porn stash anyway?

If you've got a vaguely interesting answer to any of those questions, please chip in and share!

porn stash
 

I have purchased many boxes of magazines at auctions 95% Playboy , Some penthouse and hustler and ten or fifteen misc. I guess as long as I have room for them I will keep them and read them every so often ... i really like the PB interviews .. When I die I guess the magazines will probably go to auction again ..

I got some that go back to the late 70s, my teen years:)

All porn I have is on a single encrypted hard drive, with encrypted backups elsewhere. Nobody will know the password after I die. My heirs will be able to reformat the hard drive and use it for other purposes.

I download most of the porn from the internet directly to the encrypted hard drive. Very rarely I get some stuff on a physical medium (e.g. DVD). I copy the contents to the encrypted hard drive, and destroy the original medium once the hard drive has been backed up.

I don't think I would tell anyone the password as part of my will. If a friend wants to get a copy of my porn, he should ask me before I die. For those who don't want to get a copy, my will would be a burden.

Good ole Grandpa
 

This would be a funnier story if the punchline wasn't given away in the thread topic but here goes:

I visited my Grandpa in the hospital during his final days and when no one around he beckoned me close. I leaned in, but he still wanted me closer. Finally when my ear was only inches from his mouth he whispered, "There's a folded blanket on the far right of the top shelf in my bedroom closet... underneath that blanket it a mahogany box with a gold clasp... I want you to take it."

All sorts of thoughts raced through my mind. Many related to the fact that Gramps went bankrupt in the early 90s but somehow still had loads of money. He bought a new Cadillac every 4 years, and wore new looking suits just about every day of his life, etc. I got it in my mind that this must be the hidden stash! Of course it was, just not the type of stash that I thought is was.

It turned out to be war era porn. Black and white images of big hipped, big boobed, giant bushed women. There was even a "menu" from a brothel which was a fascinating read. It was a small box and there really wasn't much there, but not only was this pre-internet, it was pre-playboy. So I'm sure that any collection was impressive back in the 40s.

Porn Buddies
 

Ever watched the show Coupling? It's a british sitcom and I liked it. It's on Netflix if you like. Anyway, they introduced a very important concept; the porn buddy system. Check out the clip below.

youtube.com/watch?v=mgnDHbeVGG4

(I'm allowed to post youtube as long as they are not clickable right?)

sortofa porn stash story
 

Back in my college days a friend of mine lived in a house just off campus. It was a big 2 story house with like 5 guys living in it. Since it was close to campus we used to hang out there all the time. As with houses like this people came and went all the time. The previous year a woman had lived in the house. She left behind a stash of naked guy mags. Don't remember if it was Playgirls, or gay porn, just naked guys.

My friend is going home at the end of a semester, taking his laundry home for his mother to do. He had a clothes hamper. He would load the whole thing into his car and take it home. One of us hit on the idea of putting some of the nudie guy mags in the middle of all of his dirty clothes, knowing he would never see them, but his mother would find them. Which she did. :D

I had a couple of sneaker boxes filled with the prerequisite porn mags, playboys, hustler, penthouse, etc, back in college. Also, move a head a few years, after graduating kept the playboys. one day i came home early from work and found my then girlfriend thumbing through some of them. i was slightly embarrassed that she found them, never told her i had them, and a bit more turned on seeing her going through them. the night ended with her requesting i renew my membership and us doing it like rabbits in just about every room in the house!:cool:

This thread brings back a story I hadn't remembered in a long time. After getting my BS, I spent about ten years in the workforce before deciding to go back and get a masters. At that time I found an old college friend who worked professionally by then, and we rented a duplex more or less between the University and where he worked. He and his girlfriend used to get pretty loud sometimes, but nothing racy to report. Once though I was snooping around in his room, don't remember what I was looking for, and I found his stash. It was the usual stuff, a few Penthouse as I recall, but mostly the harder stuff like Club. There was one odd little publication though.

It was smaller than a magazine, larger than Penthouse Letters, not very many pages, and printed on cheap newsprint. It was all stories and ads. It didn't take very long to skim the stories. Most were pretty crappy, not any better than a lot of the stuff in OCC's Fiction threads (no offense intended). There were two very strange child pedo stories though. I don't know if fiction stories constitute child porn, they were pretty obviously fiction, not well written, and labeled as fiction. All I remember about them is that they were kind of weird stories, not just under-age. The thing was so crappy, short and badly printed that I couldn't imagine anyone paying for it, certainly not my housemate. He had nothing at all even remotely under-age in nature, not even "Barely 18", or one of those mags. It was mostly typical adult erotica though, only a couple under-age stories.

Flash forward a few years and I ran across the publication again, in the used section of an adult bookstore. It was in a bundle of old magazines. I wondered again were in the hell it came from. Then several years after that I ran across it again, only in a very different context. I read about it in the media, with a pretty good description of one of the weird under-age stories, and I think even a blurry thumbnail snap shot of the cover. I can't remember where I found the story about it, but it was most likely the internet. It turned out that it was published by the FBI, and supposedly used, or it was intended to be used, in operations to catch people dealing in child porn. As I recall, the story was about an inquiry into the appropriateness of the FBI spending money on something like that. By then I'm wondering, how the hell did the FBI get it circulated, and how did my housemate get a hold of it?

My housemate had gotten married by then, had a kid even I think, and I'm sure he had gotten rid of the thing many years earlier. It was printed on such crappy paper, it had maybe even fallen apart by then. At the time I first ran across it, I didn't want to have anything to do with it, not knowing if it was even legal. Now I kind of wish I had a copy of it, along with the news story about it of course. Given it's interesting origin, a collector of early porn would probably pay good money for it today.

My porn stash stories:

First a tribute to my dad's National Geographic Magazines. I knew every native tit picture from 1900 to through WWII. There was one filipina in particular that no doubt contributed to my love/lust for asian women.

Ever since leaving home and living on my own I have had a few magazines. Once in a while I'd get to the big city and buy some hardcore stuff. I sort of hid it from my first wife, but she knew I had it. Then once we were out at an old quarry collecting rocks for a wall and in the bushes I found a whole box of really great stuff. Some kids' porn stash. I should have left it, but took it home. Since wife was there, she obviously knew all about it. I don't recall her getting too much into it--but a few times after that I took her to strip shows and she really got turned on (though that's a different story).

By the time I met my present wife (over 25 years ago) I had a pretty good stash. I never kept it a secret. Indeed, after a urologist told me I should ejaculate at least once a day, my wife was happy to have me masterbate when she wasn't in the mood (which only happens rarely), so she was glad I had the porn. She also knew I visited strip bars and eventually worked in one as a D.J., so I think she preferred my interest in porn rather than in the girls I knew and worked with. Her attitude has always been that she didn't care where I got my appitite, so long as I came home to eat.

I haven't bought a magazine since the internet. I attribute the fact that I have been sexually faithful to my wife to the fact that I get a lot of my quest for variety from porn. My wife was more into porn videos than still pictures, but she still likes to have sex while my digital porn collection is playing in a slide show. She likes to get down on her knees under my desk and suck me off while I am looking at porn.

Without revealing what I do, my job frequently requires that I clean out other guy's offices/dens (has to do with donations). It is not at all uncommon to find porn stashes.

The unwritten rule is that a man's porn stash is passed down to the next youngest male relative upon his death. If no male relative is available, then a close male friend is a suitable substitute. If neither is possible, the contents of the stash shall be buried/cremated along with the deceased. If the stash is on a computer flash drive, etc. the content of such devices is to be erased.

I don't have a porn stash at my house, my wife's nightstand is called the porn drawer cause that's where she keeps her penthouse mags and toys. One of her favorite things to do is lay belly down on the bed and lay on top of her vibrator while reading the kinky stories in penthouse, and my favorite thing to do is kneel next to her on the bed and let my cock dangle in front if her face, she'll suck my cock while reading the articles. I love it;)

Sometimes, I do wonder what I'll do with my collection of photos of my mrs...

I'm more than happy for you to arrange for the photos of your Mrs to be sent to me, Shnowballs! ;)

I have a couple of magazines and dvds, mostly leftovers from ex bf's. it often went like this: alright, leave me if you must, but i'm gonna keep your porn! i like to look at them when using toys.

But the real thing is finding other peoples porn stashes, especially the digital ones. when i'm in the library, i take a look to see who doesn't have a password for their notebook. when those people leave for lunch and leave their notebooks, i search them for their porn, which i then transfer to my usb stick. this has worked quite a few times, and whenever i see them afterwards, i always think: i know what you're into! it's a lot of fun xD

also, i found nearly all of my friends stashes. it's funny cause most of them had one folder in their main download folder called "porn" and then inside their documents folder, there was some folder like "manuals", in which were a couple of manuals and another folder called "foreign" in which was another folder called "new" in which were the pictures of themselves naked. which, you know, would be kind of rude not to copy on my usb. so i have the naughty pics of nearly all my friends, which is cool :D

Trying to help
 

When I was in my early twenties, I worked as a handyman one summer between college semesters. There was a family I worked for, who were very uptight, social climbers, dad always wore khakis and oxford shirts, even on the weekend, mom was all about who was coming over for dinner, etc. Picture a repressed, WASPY sort of group who's 13 year old son would call them "Mummy" and "Daddy" despite being Americans. So, anyway, I built the kid a tree-fort, on the edge of their property that abutted parkland. One night, I decided to try to loosen the kid up, so I snuck through the park with 90% of my teenaged porn stash, and hid it in the tree house where I knew he would find it. Nothing too out there, just Playboys and Penthouses.

I would like to say that he turned out to be the only normal one in the family, but I lost touch with them, and really have no idea what he is like. I would guess, in retrospect that my stunt may have made him even more warped than if I hadn't done it, though. Who knows, he might have run right to Mummy and told her about the horrible things he found.

No, he kept them hidden and enjoyed them mightily! Every 13 year old would die for such.

Vaulable Stash
 

My family was a bit like that but a family friend helped me out when I was young and impressionable and shared his stash with me (I was 10). Broaden my mind, but I consider myself no more weird than any of you chaps and ladys. If anything I would consider myself a more rounded person as a result with no hang ups and more tolerant of other peoples ''quirks''. Anyway by the time I was 19 I ended up with a stash which pretty much filled a large suitcase. Most of which I still have. My wife know I have them and allows me to keep them, but only because I proved to her that they have are antiques and are worth a load of money.:D Which incidently they are.

Friend's mom and dad had a huge stash!
 

I had one friend who's parents had a huge stash of porn. It was in the 90's and internet porn was not readily available to most people. They had one of those waterbeds that have storage underneath. One side of the bed had nothing but porn videos, magazines and catalogs. They were/are? definitely into some kinky things, I remember magazines/stuff from Europe showing penetration which was not the norm at the time. I'm pretty sure I still have some mail order magazine ad from that collection.

Well,please post it here honey!

Edit the faces (eyes) if you must, but please post it here. :)

I remember helping a mate clear out his stash after he got married. We found a huge box, about 2x2x4 ft, and it was packed to the brim. It was loaded with magazines and VCDs. DVDs were only coming out then, and there were a few too.

This collection was really old and was built over quite a long period. Most of the VCD titles had at least 1 duplicate, if not 2 or 3. My fried would have watched the didv, forgotten about it and bought it again!

I kept the oldest 'artifact' though. It was half a copy of a 1979 porn mag. I say half because the cover and some pages are already torn / missing.

Well this is like a lesson in anthropology. I don't think there was any porn here until the internet came. The only thing I remember from my teen years is that my brother's friend apparently had a picture of some naked girls but it was a big deal. I see now how this would not be anything special anywhere else in the world. In this single thread I get to learn about strip clubs, which I assume are public (and legal?) brothels, and everyone has a stack of movies or magazines somewhere dating back to the 70s. So maybe that just means in 30 - 40 years we will be the same and everyone will be having sex and posting the pictures? Somehow, I just can't believe it, but you never know.

When I left home
 

When I lived with my parents I had an impressive porn collection. Magazines of various types, VHS movies of various categories. I kept them all in the bottom draw of an old wardrobe.

I'd bought a house and when I was packing my stuff away to take with me to my new house, I decided to leave the porn until last, and sneak it out.

The coast was not clear, I got distracted and then I forgot, and left without it.

A day later I remembered what I'd done, and rushed 'home' to collect it.

I'd handed back my key, and so had to knock on the door. My mother answered and I went in. I've come to collect the last of my stuff, I told her. 'Like what' she said. 'oh bits and pieces, not much', I said.

I went upstairs to my old room and went straight to the bottom draw. EMPTY!

My mother had followed me upstairs. 'You'll not find any of it in there.' she said, as she popped her head round the door. I went red and just looked at her, I was lost for words. Realising my embarrassment she went on, 'I've put all you magazines and videos in some bags, and it's in the attic, so your niece doesn't find them when she comes to stay.'

'Oh..er. thanks' is all I could muster. 'Sorry' I said. 'Oh don't worry, it's a shame it's all going, I've taken a couple of things out of the pile if you don't mind.' 'Urm.. no.. I don't mind', I was even more lost for words.

I went and got my stuff and left. When I got to my new hours, I checked through the stash to see what had gone. She'd taken 2 videos, and three magazines as far as I could tell.

The magazines were three of my hardcore European mags, that a friend had brought back from Germany. I remember that one picture in a mag had a girl covered in cum with about 8 guys stood around her, what I now know was probably some kind of Bukkake feature. Another magazine was dedicated to watersports..

The videos were hardcore versions of Babyface (1977), and Pretty Peaches (1978). You can find them both on Xhamster.

I never did get them back, but then I never asked. I wonder if my Dad knew!

SPINSTER AUNTY'S PORNO STASH
 

As a young 18 year old, I was completely surprised when I found my Aunt Josie's porn stash in her closet in a box marked "old bills". Clearly, marked to divert attention to her affinity of porn. Such a church going lady, what was she doing with Hustler's, Playboy, Oui. This put me on alert and helped me to be a lifelong snooper of my AUNTY'S personal items, including finding VHS porn movies, inter-racial etc., discovering her side table dildo drawer as well as her panty drawer full of nice lingerie and even finding a Kotex belt. Remember those?

Busted
 

Thus thread brings back a lot of memories... the worst of which is getting busted by my Mom.

I had found a porn mag on the way to school. I sneaked it into the house with my school books and hit it under my mattress... bad choice. After enjoying it for a few days, my Dad met me at the door when I came home from school one afternoon.

"Your Mother found something when she was changing your bed," he said, "I don't care where you got it. Just get rid of it."

That was all that was said and I did as I was told... only I got rid of it where I could find it again.....:)

That was the first of several stashes along the way was I was growing up... and the only one that was discovered.

Two stories come to mind.

First is years ago when I was a boy, my dad had a big office reorganise. He had an office at home where he'd do all his reports and had everything in box files that were labelled up with the places he'd visited and written reports on. One of the box files said Mayfair etc. I can't remember exactly how old I was, but I was old enough to know that there was a porn mag called Mayfair and I thought that it couldn't possibly be porn in there. Could it? So, I sat, transfixed, in the middle of a big pile of boxes and opened the box to find a tennage boy's treasure trove. I will never ever forget getting an instant erection as my eyes wandered over these beautiful, big bushed beauties.

Over the months I would ferret a magazine away, take it to my room and masturbate as the nights went by until I needed to replace it and try another one. I found three or four box files of this stuff and was gleeful my dad appreciated the female form too. (Well, duh!)

I eventually got blasé about it and hid two or three on my shelves, under a pillow etc and of course my mum eventually discovered them and tutted. I am still not sure to this day whether she knew they were dad's. I honestly wonder whether this has left me too beguiled by perfection in the female form or whether it's just called being a bloke.

The second story is recent. Before I got married I'd built up my own collection of Mayfairs etc and happily left them laying around in my room and swapping them with my housemate who preferred Penthouse and Playboy. When I started seeing my wife I secreted them in the loft and forgot all about them. We rented my house out to a friend of my wife and I lived at hers. Just recently, the lodger had the loft insulated with this free government scheme. She said the people had been round to look at the loft to assess what needed doing and I had to take away "cables and other bits" that were in the loft.

So, I went along, having completely forgotten in the intervening twelve years I'd left anything up there. The first thing I found when I poked my head through the hatch was a pile of porn staring me in the face all but screaming "Busted, you perv" at me! There is no way the workmen hadn't seen it and I wonder if they said anything to my lodger.

Was lovely to look back at these beautiful, still bushy women, read the letters and feel nostaligic. I've kept some just for old times sake and have carefully hidden them.

I've got a whole shit-load of kinda-porn on an encrypted drive. All original. Never been posted. Hidden cam stuff... Upskirts... Sister-in-law type stuff. It's like a trophy case. Gonna have to delete it all one day. It'll break my heart to see it go.

I think the majority of guys have or have had a porn/nudity stash at some stage of their lives and if you look at the amount sold over the years then there must be a lot out there. Nowadays a large part of it is on computers and USB or portable hard drives etc. I have a collection of dvds/videos under the bed and the rest on computers where my partner who does not live with me won't see them as she has often said that she doesn't like looking at them.

Around 9 years ago she was given 2 computers by friends of hers who were upgrading. One was from an older guy and whilst I didn't find any pictures on it he hadn't cleared the history which showed that he had been to almost every porn site on the net. The other one came from a couple who are mutual friends and hidden in the documents were some quite explicit photos which we figured were downloaded by their son and never erased, we didn't mention it to them but would love to know if it really was him. The husband didn't know how to turn a computer on but the wife was fairly adept and was known to appreciate a little porn.

I too have often wondered what might happen with my stuff if I were to die suddenly and they say that the definition of a true friend is one who will come around and clean up your computer after you die.

I have my entire collection on a USB key with a password, I have a duplicate, just in case.

I always used inet porn. Never bought DVD's or magazines, nor did I save much on my comp. I moved in with my, at the time, gf and discovered a tote full of porn. Everything from black hung dongs and booty, to gay porn, lesbian porn, to schoolgirls. I laid the tote out and said WTF.... Do you want to watch first. Hah it was awesome

My stash
 

I know this is an old thread but I just discovered it and it brought up a few memories I'd like to share:

Back in the 1960's when I was a kid of about 10 years old, I grew up in a small rural town and would often walk along the main road in town just for something to do. Occasionally, along the side of the road I would run across a nudie magazine or even an underground hardcore rag, full of B&W hardcore photos. These were, as far as I could tell, shared at work and then tossed out of passing cars on the way home because the original owner was afraid to get caught with them at home. Anyway, after thumbing through them, I would dutifully turn them over to my dad for proper disposal.

Fast forward a couple of years and I am about 12 years old and rummaging around in my dad's closet for some reason and I run across an old box up on the top shelf. When I open it up, I am amazed to find all those mags, safely stored away. I was shocked to realize that he'd kept all of them for his own use! (DUH!) That was when I realized the collector's value of porn and that was the last time I ever handed one over to him and I began my own stash!

In fact, around that same time, my mom was changing the sheets on my bed and found a Playboy that I had hidden between my box spring and mattress. She put it back but told my dad about it. It was then that he decided to sit me down for "The talk". Of course, by that time he was a little too late. I had it mostly figured out by then! He told me about mom's discovery and said it was ok, that all boys get curious, but that I should find a better place to hide it.

("The talk", incidentally, had nothing to do with birds OR bees. It did, however, include a demonstration with a female electrical outlet and the male end of a lamp cord. He simply slammed the plug into the outlet and asked, "Get it?" I could barely contain my laughter when the light bulb in the lamp lit up and glowed brightly! Well, I had seen the light and I was off and running! I eventually discovered a cave in the woods behind my house and it became the repository for my growing collection.

About a year later, when I was 13 and on summer break from school, an adult bookstore/theatre in a neighboring town partially burned and the building was condemned. The place closed and someone brought in a huge dumpster for all the refuse. It did not take long for word to get around among my group of friends, that there was a goldmine in that dumpster! Along with charred lumber, scorched masonry and waterlogged flooring material, there were 1000's of books and magazines, 8mm tapes and all sorts of toys to be mined from it. That dumpster kept us busy every night for about 2 weeks as me and my buddies went for the gold! Soon, it became obvious that none of my friends had a place big enough to store all the goodies they were hauling back each night. I saw my chance to take advantage of their misfortune and share in all the plunder so I let them in on my secret, The Cave. Everything was gathered together, placed in plastic bags for protection and stored in The Cave. We would meet there occasionally, thumb through magazines, read stories and then because we didn't really know what to do with all the excitement, we would beat the shit out of each other with the rubber dildos!

Unfortunately, not everyone would put stuff back in the bags or reseal the bags correctly and most of the books and mags did not last the summer. Things began to disappear also. When we finally located a projector at a friend's house and we knew his parents were to be gone for the whole day, we set up a viewing. At the appointed time, a group of 5 or 6 of us met at The Cave. We dug through the bags for the movies and found they were all gone! We never found out who took them all but that was the end of our perverted little club. Surrounded by unreadable and waterlogged books and picture magazines and empty cardboard 8mm movie boxes, we gave up and disbanded.

My stash now, consists of a couple of books and magazines, but mostly toys, DVDs and VCR tapes, some of which belong to my wife and some belong to me. They are all stored in boxes under the bed or in our bedroom closet. What will happen to everything when we are gone or who will end up with it all? Who knows but I hope the kids enjoy it all!

No need to worry !
 

I don't have to worry about what happens to my porn stash if I should die because my whole family loves porn and always has. Long ago when I was growing up there were only books and magazines and some videos. Then came the internet ! No need to have a "stash" . Just pick a particular interest and there are countless sites to choose from. Everyone in our family has a computer and if we find a particular site one of us likes we simply bookmark it. Our family has always been very open and liberal so clothing is optional in and around the house, as is masturbation. This outlook started when I was growing up and my older sister and I were allowed to be naked whenever we wanted and allowed (even encouraged) to experiment as we grew up. This attitude prevails in our present family ! We are usually naked most of the time and enjoy masturbation and exhibitonism. Evidentally, we are not alone if you just look at the posts and pics available here as well as countless other web sites providing amateur porno willingly . Our daughter had mentioned quite some time ago what a great source it was for masturbation and cock sucking techniques. What could I do but agree ? Like I said. What stash ?

My wife .....
 

Before we met mentioned that we both had porn collections . That sparked off the relationship! To me this sheila is one in a billion.!! We both still enjoy porn 20 years later. I have my fetishes but her no as much .

My wife loves porn movies. I have used movie maker to put together various clips from different movies - she does not want to waste time with the cock sucking - she likes to see a cock sliding in and out!!!

Ummmm...she wasn't underage in those was she? If so, that would be considered child pornography.

Regardless of age, that seems like some high level abuse

Replacing the Lockers at the Arsenal
 

One of the products I sell in my business is lockers. The kind you used in high school. Both street lockers and gym lockers. We sell them, install them, and repair them.

There are some large businesses that manufacture lockers and they have their own salesmen that call on their distributors (like me) and on general contractors in an effort to get their products specified for large projects like schools and government entities, schools and factories being their bread and butter

About 25 years ago, before the internet, the sales rep for Penco Metal Products came to me and asked if I would be willing to install a large locker order he was working on. He believed he would be getting the order and was looking for a company that could assemble the lockers and install them. Our part of the project would be to remove and dispose of the old lockers and assemble and install new lockers. I should note, at the time, most lockers came knocked down in a box and you had to put the panels together to make the locker. It was a freight saving issue.

I paid a visit to the jobsite with him, looked over what had to be done and submitted my price. I will note at this time that all the lockers had integral key locks. Not a padlock that could be cut off, but a real key style lock built into the door. No one had the keys and they had not been opened in years. I couldn't look in the lockers to see if there was anything in them. To remove them we would have to break into them and we were responsible for removing the lockers and their contents.

I submitted my price and we got the job.

Six weeks later the lockers arrived. I had one crew start assembling the new lockers and headed over to the site with another crew to begin removing the old lockers.

The site was an old US Arsenal that had been making cannon barrels for a long time. The old lockers were WW2 era lockers. I had made arrangements with a scrap metal dealer to place a 30 yard container near the locker rooms. We would fill the container with the old lockers and he would remove them and pay me for the steel. He had one condition. The lockers had to be empty. Whatever was in the lockers had to be removed.

As you might imagine, or not maybe, this being an arsenal where cannon barrels were manufactured, a lot of blue collar guys worked there. And boy, did they like their porn. Not every locker, but I recall about every other locker had some type of sexually explicit material in it. We are talking about hundreds of lockers having to be broken open and whatever was in them removed and disposed of.

The first couple of lockers we opened we looked at the stash, passed it around, stacked the magazines neatly in a corner and moved on. It soon became apparent that porn was not going to be a rarity and we started throwing the magazines into the center of the room with the idea of sorting through it at the end of the day. Two hours after we started, we had enough porn magazines to start our own adult book store and we were only halfway through the first room.

At the end of the day we had a pile of smut magazines that was probably 3 feet high and 10 feet in diameter in the center of the room. I was going to have to come up with some way to dispose of it. Or so I thought.

The guys that worked at the Arsenal started at 6 AM. We started at 8 AM. Apparently, a few of the early birds looked in to see what we were doing, saw the pile of smut and grabbed some, told the rest of the early birds what was going on, and by the time we got there the next morning half the pile was gone.

And so it went. We would break the lockers open and throw the smut on the floor in the middle of the room and go home, and sometime during the early morning the smut fairies would come and take the magazines away. I saw so much smut that summer that I lost interest in looking at it.

I don't recall exactly how big the project was, but I seem to recall that we removed over 1,000 lockers, some that were not replaced. The old clothes and boots in the lockers went to Goodwill, the lockers and other metal went to the scrap dealer, and the porn just disappeared.

It's killing me that so much vintage porn was cast to the winds! That could have made an amazing library - it really is rare stuff! The dollar and stroke value of what got "redistributed" that day is staggering...

Don't worry
 

Don't worry. The guys probably just put it in their new lockers!