A quick Google search of "Porn and Bathrooms" reveals no less than 233,000 entries. A number that, while not quite astonishing, is ample enough to warrant an inquiry into the relationship.
As a kid growing up in the 70's and 80's, bathrooms were the de facto location for beating off. It was where you went when you needed a little "me" time. Whether the material in hand was dad's Playboys stashed beneath the sink, or pleasant thoughts of inadvertent elbow titty, bathrooms were as essential to beating off as phone booths were to the boy from Krypton.
From hour long showers to stealthy midnight trips, from Portnoy to Brad Hamilton, from innocence to experience, thanks to this symbiotic relationship a generation of boys became men.
Today, thanks to WiFi, the teens of today need never leave the warm confines of their bed to experience digitally what we had to scavenge for, or conjure up mentally. Lucky, spoiled bastards.
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