When I was 18, I moved from a small community in Washington State to Seattle. This was in the 80's, and for a small-town kid, the city was wild! I had been to Seattle tons over the years, but living in a city is different than visiting. Living in the sticks with a dominant bitch for a mom made dating and creating relationships with girls difficult. In school, I sort of fit in, but not really. I was friends with some girls in high school but never had a girlfriend in those years. At 16, I lost my virginity on my birthday to a girl that was dared to fuck me. Drunk, no protection, in the back of a VW Rabbit. I went years (except for paid pussy encounters) without another experience.
There was an old school porn theater in the city called the Apple Theater. I think it was a classic old theater back in the day, but in the 80's was in a shitty part of town. I drove by the theater one day and saw the marquee advertising the movies playing. Being young and horny, my pulse quickened at the thought of entering a full-size movie theater with pornography on the big screen! Before this, I had been to some 25 cent XXX video booths that were the size of a phone booth. The video booths had a window through the door and were strictly one person. Even so, men cruised the hallways trying to steal a peak, forcing me to cover up from fear of being thrown out of the store. I am sure my fears were unfounded, but I was not interested in anyone I knew finding out about what I was up to.
Today, I consider myself a bi man, but back then, I would have denied that. I was curious about men, and because of my summer work spent a lot of time around men older than me, but the thought of touching a man or being touched never entered my mind. Back then, even gay porn was a turn-off. More accurately, I was too scared to even allow the thought. I was totally focused on getting laid or masturbating to straight porn, like most frustrated young men. I learned early on that the XXX stores and video booths were populated by men. The men cruising the video booths were usually on the rougher end of the spectrum, which added excitement. I was there to masturbate watching porn; navigating the sea of miscreants was just an obstacle.
The first time I went to the Apple Theater blew my mind! It was after dark, and I parked a couple blocks away and walked to the theater. The chances of being seen by someone I knew were slim but real enough to have my heart racing. I approached the theater, looking nonchalant and focused in the other direction, then quickly entered the building and breathed a sigh of relief. At eighteen, I had already developed a taste for operating outside of normal boundaries.
In the lobby, it looked just like an old movie theater with a ramp coming up to the cash register with the old glass case for the candy and popcorn, now empty. The dimly lit lobby had a musty smell that was heightened by rain-soaked Seattle. There was a patina of time, grime and filth on the carpet, heavy velvet drapes to the theater, and the proprietor. I paid the $5 entry fee and tried to avoid the man's gaze as he handed me change and my ticket. I heard him tell me to have a good time as the heavy velvet drape swung behind me, and I stepped into the theater.
Unlike a regular movie theater, the old school porn theaters were only illuminated by the screen. The aisle down through the seats and the rest of the theater was pitch black. After entering the theater, I stayed in place for a few minutes to let my eyes adjust while the grainy movie playing on the big screen cast a flickering glow. I could see one or two guys standing at the back of the theater near me, and another 6-8 guys spread throughout the theater. I made my way to the section of open seats down the aisle on the right side of the theater.
The theater seats were really worn out, with exposed springs and missing cushions. I slowly shuffled down my row, looking for a chair that wasn't destroyed while my shoes stuck to the floor of the grubby, run-down theater.
My heart was pounding as I focused on the screen, nervous about what might be happening in my periphery. After several minutes of sitting in my seat frozen, I slouched back in my seat and carefully took out my cock, hoping not to be seen. Looking back, it was ludicrous to think I didn't have all eyes on me. I was an 18-year-old boy 6'1" 200 pounds and just finished the high school football season. I might as well have taken donuts to a grizzly den.
Between my racing heart and hair-trigger 18-year-old cock, I wasn't really stroking my hard dick as much as I was trying not to cum too fast. The flood of emotions, the scene, and the movie were all combining into sensory overload. I didn't notice that a few theater men were positioning themselves around me for a peak. Two guys were in the row behind me, and a man sat down towards the end of my row. I sensed the guy at the end of my row, but I was terrified and remained focused on the screen. The men around me were making me very nervous, and I started to freak out. I stopped stroking and covered my unbuttoned Levis with my hand, now completely aware that I had become the focus.
The man to my left moved closer until he was seated next to me. My mind was spinning, but the man just calmly sat next to me looking at the screen, and after a few minutes, I relaxed. I'd come off the edge of cumming after sitting a while and started to slowly stroke my cock. The man to my left did the same, and then I realized he was a black man. Skin color has never been a thing to me, but growing up in a small town, I did not interact with many mature black men. I remember his cock being nice sized and very hard, but now I was terrified. I had never touched another man sexually before, and I had never been touched sexually by a man. I'd hardly had any interactions with any women. I had no idea what this man wanted, and I was very self-conscious about being watched.
I stared straight ahead, not taking my eyes off the screen, with my cock in hand. After several minutes, I sensed something, and I tensed up. Looking to my left, I saw the head of the black man's cock glistening with pre-cum. His right hand reached across my leg, outstretched, and inches from my cock. I sat there frozen for what felt like ten minutes while he left his hand outstretched. It wasn't long before I slumped back in my seat and withdrew my left hand, giving him access to my cock. He grabbed me firmly, then relaxed his grip a bit while I sunk back in the tattered, dirty theater seat. Before long, he was jerking my massive load onto the seatback in front of me and onto the floor. I'll never forget the sound of my load splattering on the concrete floor or the feeling of his hand on my cock. Now, the guys behind me were looking over the seatback, and a couple other guys were gathering. I nervously whispered "thank you" and scurried out of there. It was scary, exciting, and eye-opening all at once, and something I will never forget.
I have thought about that so many times in the almost 40 years since that happened. As much as I tried to deny it, I knew at that point that being sexual with men didn't bother me. It isn't like I immediately embraced it, but I knew that to me, sex was a pleasure, and I could enjoy myself with men and women.