If you will, set your way back machine to the mid/late 70's, and join me in a tawdry little coming of age tale. I'm Lars, seventeen years old when I got the part time afternoon job at the Park Theater in Hillcrest, San Diego. I was already working two others and attending college at UCSD. Scanning the Sunday want ads in the newspaper was a regular activity as I was a starving student with my own apartment.
Lo and behold I zero in on the Help Wanted, part time at The Park Theater, advertisement. Now I'd walked past this grand old theater, originally named The Egyptian, many times. Built in the 1920s the entire block's architecture was Egyptian Deco. She had fallen into disrepute, becoming a XXX rated adult theater, with the exodus of the masses to the suburbs.
Now, these where the days even before Beta and VHS video tapes. No masturbating at home to motion pictures unless you owned a film projector and dirty 8 mm films. Yep, the good old days when horny deprived husbands and single blokes were forced to sneak into the porn palaces for a skin flick and a good wank. Male bonding on a large group (grope) scale.
Fudging my age on the employment application I was hired forthwith. Oh joy, oh rapture I was a horny teen suddenly working in a building packed full of mostly str8 men, and some gay or bi men, all sporting erections! Hell, they walked into the place all nervous and edgy with visible erections in their pants. Intermission in the lobby was a real treat, as they smoked and throbbed, rubbing their cocks. The whole damned place reeked of sperm!
I was a lad who liked to dress blue collar butch, jeans and work boots, etc. I stood about 5' 10," 160 lb. with fur on my chest and a close cropped beard. Although still somewhat baby faced my hirsuteness passed me as an adult man.
Jack, the theater manager was a friendly gay chap. Somewhat stout, balding and bearded in his mid 40's. Woof! Jack showed me the ropes and even taught me how to run the giant film projector. Quite the Sex Ed course for this seventeen year old college student.
Saying, "come with me Lars. You'll enjoy doing this." He walked down the aisles with a big flashlight in hand snapping the light on some sex crazed exposed wanker to his sudden humiliation. Never told 'em to put it away though. Great voyeur sport which I would also be required to do. Part of my job description, you understand.
Changing the marquis was also my duty and I got a cheap thrill putting up such titles as "Little Oral Annie," "SOS-Screw on the Screen," or "Debbie Does Dallas XXX." My favorite duty though, was working the ticket counter. Not the shoveling pop corn and passing out candy, ice cream, cokes. No. It was visually raping the already aroused men as they walked up to plunk down their five bucks. I was very obvious about it too. "Is that a banana in your pocket or are ya just happy to see me?" "Need to see some ID." Yeah, that made 'em squirm. Name, age, address... "Thanks ____(fill in the name blank), enjoy yourself. The balcony's more private," I winked. I got some pretty funny reactions. Fuck 'em. Well, I did actually. On more than one occasion. Wouldn't you? Blew 'em too.
The balcony was best for that. There was a door from the projection booth with a little peep hole on the twenty or so seats. Believe me I saw it all being done up there. I loved to barge in on the action just as they spooged in their single or group activity, the light from booth illuminating their sexually depraved moment. Yeah, I'm a fucker. So kiss my big ( x ). Some young blokes not old enough to possess proper ID actually begged me to let them in. "Cummon back here and convince me," I'd say if they were hot enough. "Drop your pants and bend over here behind the candy counter, mate! If you're a good boy I might just let you in for free." The str8 ones just had to let me take a quick lick of their knobs. Ah, the good old pre-condom, wear a cock ring to work, days.
Thanks for sharing my little trip down memory lane, gents. The Egyptian's torn down now. Replaced with a hideously incongruent to it's surroundings glass and crome condo complex squatting on the corner of Park and University Avenue. Maybe the next quake will shatter all it's ghastly glittering glass. One can only hope.
Lars, no longer in San Diego