The moment I wrapped my lips around his cock and felt it jump as I ran my tongue along its shaft, I was hooked. I may not have known it at the time, but I had entered a new dimension in my life, one I'll visit as long as I'm breathing. I'm a cock junkie. It was 1979. Beta and VHS tapes were in their infancy and video porn was almost unheard of. At that time, if you wanted to watch porn in motion, you had basically three options; movie houses, peep shows or a movie projector at home. Yes, you could buy porn on 8mm film in those days. I'd been a porn lover for more than a decade when I moved from a mid-sized town to a big city. Lots of places had a single "dirty" movie theater, but in the big cities you could choose from a sizzling menu. I quickly found a theater that had been divided down the middle; "straight" porn on one side, and gay only on the other. I frequented the hetero side many times and found myself increasingly attracted to the guys' cocks, eventually even more than the women's bodies. I didn't spend a lot of time soul searching. It was what it was. I was being turned on by big cocks. It was only a matter of time before I "crossed over".
I'd thought about the gay side of the theater many times, but had been a bit nervous about what I might encounter there. Then, one day I just bought the ticket and entered the theater on the left. The room wasn't very big; like the "straight" side there were maybe a hundred seats, but the rooms were never crowded and it was easy to find a seat far away from where anyone else was sitting. There were rarely couples. I think I was hard before I even sat down, nervous but very excited. My cock was quickly dancing in my pants as I watched the action on the screen, men sucking men and men fucking men in glorious, fuzzy black and white. I was transfixed for a while, my eyes glued to the big screen. Then they began to wander.
There were maybe a half-dozen other guys in the seats, scattered far apart. Even in the dark, it was easy to tell that some of them were jacking off, something I'd done many times myself. My glance began to bounce from the screen to the other "customers" and then back to the screen. It wasn't long before one of the other guys moved back a few rows and sat down just a few seats away from me. It made me feel a bit uncomfortable, but I didn't get up and move. I guess that was all the invitation he needed as he quietly moved to the seat next to mine. I didn't make eye contact. My heart was racing, but I was aware of what was happening, and in truth, anxiously awaiting it. It wasn't long before his hand was in my lap, stroking my cock through my jeans. I'd been hard since the moment I entered the theater, now my cock was hard as steel. Neither of us looked at the other. We both stared straight up at the screen for a few minutes as he continued to explore the bulge in my pants. Then, as if it had a mind of its own, my hand found its way to his crotch. My cock was pulsing as I ran my fingers over the contour of his cock. It was at this crossed-arm moment that we looked at one another in the eye. I didn't know quite what to think, but he did. He was obviously not a rookie like me. He leaned over and began pulling my zipper down. My body stiffened as my hand brushed his away. We locked eyes again and he reverted to just rubbing me through my jeans. My hand was soon back in his lap, too. Then he leaned over and whispered, "Follow me".
There were exit doors on either side of the screen and I'd seen men leaving and a few coming back, but hadn't thought much about it. I hadn't made the connection yet. It was almost an out-of-body experience as I followed him, hypnotized, down the aisle and through the door. We climbed a few steps and then turned right, to a spot directly behind the screen. I could see the action on the hazy backside of the screen and, as my eyes became acclimated to the darkness, I began to notice pairs of men here and there, leaning against walls, lurking in corners, groping, sucking, maybe more; I didn't have time to scan the action. He leaned back against a beam as we faced each other, not saying a word. He didn't have to. By the time he'd unzipped and pulled his hard member from his pants, I was already on my knees. My mouth was on his cock instantly, as mine throbbed wildly in my pants. At that second I realized that this moment was predestined; I instantly felt that my mouth was supposed to be on his cock, that this was my job. I licked and sucked him wildly until I thought I'd explode in my jeans, until suddenly I stood straight up, shaking, looked at him, said "Thanks", and bolted to the outside door. I was afraid to swallow his load, but while driving home, I realized just how much I'd wanted to. The ride home wasn't long, but I couldn't wait. My cock was pulsing wildly and I felt like I was about to cum without even touching it. But touch it I did. I had it out of my pants in a flash and only had to jack it a couple of times before I shot cum all over my hand, my pants, my shorts, even the steering wheel. I was driving in a sticky pool of my own cum...and I loved it. I knew I'd be going back. There was no question in my mind.
I returned times and quickly overcame my nervousness about taking another man's load. I was soon a cum junkie, in love with the taste and the feeling of man juice shooting into my mouth and down my throat. The movie houses are history, but there are still plenty of places for men to get together in the big city and have big fun. My cock jumps in my drawers even now as I think about it.