My first exposure to gay porn was in my teens, when I spent some time studying abroad. Back home in the UK, hardcore porn was still illegal, but here you could walk up to any newsstand on any street and there it was – tonnes of it.
One of the first magazines to catch my eye was a grubby little A5 booklet bearing a cheesy studio shot of a muscled guy buckled up in a harness. Straight away there was something about that picture that made an instant connection. And inside was a photo-story that was to become my favourite jerk-off material for years to come. Taken from a US-produced video, it had a cute Californian blond being gangbanged by a group of leathermen on an enormous rotating table.
