I was pretty fuckin' young. I'd say about 11 or so. Before Jr. High, I know that much.
A cousin, 14, was supposed to be watching me and his younger brothers while our parents went across the street to a neighbours for a little drop-in.
Then he was like, “Hey, watch this” and BOOM, porn, on the TV, PORN; a guy fucking some chick doggie-style. My eyes instantly went to the dick and I BEGGED to watch more of it (he only left it on for about 30 seconds) but he would not turn it on again. I think he was freaked we’d tell or our parents would come home and catch us.
At 14 I was buying it at school from a guy who’d jimmy open those automatic porn rental machines by the airport and steal mags from convenient stores. $5 for a mag, $10-15 for a VHS.
At 16, I had the internet, but it was a crappy dial-up. Still, it allowed me to buy VHS GAY porn via Yahoo Auctions before they started censoring them. I paid via money order. I was such a little scamp.
After I got faster internetz, I only bought physical porn a couple times in stores I visited with a friend.
Basically… I’d had my share of porn, and half of yours.
EDIT: When I say I "begged" to see more that first time, I mean I
literally fell on my hands and knees and
begged to see more. Repeatedly. Fucker kept saying 'no.'