Back in 1992 I was a 19 year old, quite new to London and just discovering that I needed more than the experiences I had had with girls up to this point to satisfy my urges. My involvement with other men at that point was very limited. Some touching and naive humping back in school days and, since coming to London a few months previously, some mutual wanking in the urinals of public toilets with the odd guy that had sidled up next to me.
My fantasies in my head each night though were something else. Images of cocks filled my head as I lay in the single bed of my shared house in East London, scenarios of me holding them, sucking on them, maybe more. It was always older men too that I'd think about. Experienced, horny older men who'd take control of me and show me what to do. On my single bed, night after night, I'd lay on a towel naked, one then two of my fingers covered in body lotion as a rudimentary lube working their way in and out of my arse as I stroked my cock with my other hand, my mind fixated on thoughts of thick veiny hard cocks until I was shooting strings of white spunk all over my chest and stomach, sometimes hitting my face for me to flick my tongue out to lick the salty taste off my lips.
This was all before the internet of course. It seemed impossible to try to find out where I could go to to turn my fantasies into some sort of reality. The idea of a gay pub wasn't appealing to the 19 year old me; after all, I didn't want any kind of relationship with a man, just sexual experiences and in my naive head I imagined that gay pubs were full of guys wanting to meet a long term partner only! Being totally closeted, I was also petrified about showing ID with my real name on it to get in anywhere, not that anyone would care but as a 5'10" slim lad with very little body hair, I looked younger than my years and figured there was no way I'd get into any adult place without this ID.
So my sexual experience continued with girls, out with my mates to the pubs and clubs, picking up women and having a very nice straight sex life, while the fantasies of other men pretty much remained just that and the dance of cocks and balls stayed just in my mind.
My temporary work took me into central London one day to an office just off Oxford Street and in my lunch hour walked down Wardour Street to the famed Soho area of the city. In those days it was just heading towards the end of its run as the sleazy, sex based set of streets that it had started to establish in the 1960s but for me as a teenager, it all looked so alluring. Amidst the odd remaining peep shows and strip joints was this adult cinema called Astral 1 & 2. It closed down in the late 90s but at that time it was open from lunchtime until around midnight and showed pretty tame X rated straight movies in both screens. You can still find photos online today of both the inside and outside of the place.
I was immediately turned on not only at the idea of watching a dirty movie in public but at the thought of what might be going on in there in those dark rows. I had taken girlfriends to regular cinemas in the past and done all sorts of things on the back row in the dark. Imagine what happened here with these kind of films! I thought of the kind of women that would go there and what could happen. Horny couples that liked to watch these films that I might be able to watch myself.
I paced back and forth outside, 30 minutes left on my lunch hour before taking a deep breath and walking straight in, up the kiosk with a disinterested middle aged man, cigarette in mouth standing behind the clear plastic screen. Trying to sound as relaxed (and deep voiced) as possible I said "one please mate" to which he simply said "six quid". I passed him a ten pound note and he gave me a cloakroom ticket with Astral printed on, along with 4 pound coins in my change. "Have fun" he said and gave a small chuckle.
I had no idea what he meant but figured he must mean that the films were really good so said thanks and headed up the stairs, following the neon arrows to "Screen 1 and 2". It got darker as a I walked up and was faced with a men's bathroom on my left then a small corridor leading to two doors, Screen 1 and 2. I walked up to Screen 1 and pushed my way inside.
My eyes adjusted to the low light coming from the screen where some very soft porn was being shown and I saw there were about 10 rows, split by a walkway. Any thoughts that I had about couples being in there on the back row went immediately as I saw around 15 people, all men, in random places all over the theatre. I sat down on the back row quickly to get my thoughts together. It all felt a very alien place to me and my heart was racing. It was so far away from my usual life, everything in me wanted to go...and go quickly. However, I stayed, half frozen in fear more than anything, and fixed my eyes forward on the screen.
As I started to take in the scene (something about a plumber and a housewife I think) I was aware of a movement to my right and a guy was about 4 seats away from me, shifting a little in his seat. I took no notice but then realised as I scanned the room there were 8 or 10 of the men in there sitting next to each other in couples or even threes rather than on their own. I took a further deep breath, both petrified and thrilled about what was actually going on in there. As I looked back to my right, the guy 4 seats away from me, a chap of around 40 years old in what looked in the light as a business suit, sat slightly up so he was leaning against the back of the seat and I then saw this naked engorged cock stick out ahead of him, his trousers halfway down his thighs. I bolted my eyes forward to the screen only to see, one by one, almost every man in the cinema start to look back at me. They were all older, 30 to 60 years old, all of them with hungry eyes. The chuckle of the guy in the kiosk all made sense to me as I felt far younger than my 19 years, and in the eyes of these other men, obviously looked it.
I totally panicked. This was a million miles from my safe fantasies and I felt so alone, under threat and scared. I bolted out of my seat, through the screen door, down the stairs to the street, taking deep breaths as I walked so fast back up Wardour Street to my office, trying not to run. I felt that I had escaped from an attack of some sort but the further I walked, the more calm I started to feel and the more rational I viewed what had just happened. My cock started to stir in my trousers as I realised this was no threat, no harm to me, it was in fact just exactly what I had been looking for, what I had been fantasising about in my single bed. Men. Lots of them. Who all wanted me.
A small smile crept across my lips as arrived at my office and I headed straight to the men's toilets. Closing a cubicle door behind me I pushed my trousers down to my ankles, freed my now hard cock and only jerked it 4 or 5 times before I shot my load all over the back of the cubicle door, ropes of cum jetting out as I realised this incredible place that I had found.
It was up to me now to be brave, to be ready and to go back to the cinema again, but this time to stay there.