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After high school I had a summer job that my uncle had arranged for me. It was in Phoenix, over a thousand miles away and in another state from home where no one knew me. I had just turned nineteen, was tall and slim and reasonably good looking. Back home, I’d been propositioned a few times by gay guys but always refused. I was afraid that someone would find out. But I always wondered what it would be like to have sex with a guy, but never had the nerve to say yes. Back then in Texas being gay was still a felony good for a few years hard time in Huntsville.I’d often masturbated fantasizing about sucking a man’s cock and being sucked. I really wanted to try it, but I was afraid to try. From lack of something better to do one Saturday, I’d gone to a sleazy small hole in the wall movie theater that was showing three grade B feature length movies. This was long before porn was legal so there were isvecbahis no porn theaters. I was very naïve and was not looking for a hook up, in fact that was far from my mind. When I entered the place the lobby smelled like bleach. As I pushed through the door to the theater proper, the first thing I noticed was the smell. In later years I would recognize it as a mixture of cigarettes, sweat, cum and piss. There was only about two dozen people in the dimly lit theater at the time. When my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I moved down the aisle a few rows. As I moved down the aisle to the middle of a row the floors were sticky. Once seated, a young guy came down the aisle, squeezed past in front of me, and sat down in the seat next to me. I thought it a little strange, but like I said I was very naive. Figuring I’d get up and move in a few minutes I went back to watching the movie. The young isveçbahis giriş guy sort of spread out, taking over the arm rest between us with his hand hanging over on my side. I’m not sure how much time had passed before I noticed that his fingertip was just touching my knee, so lightly it could almost have been an accident. Like a bolt out of the blue, I suddenly knew why he’d sat down beside me. A thousand thoughts whirled through my mind. At first I was scared…and then angry…and then confused. Trance like, I was frozen in seat. My mouth was suddenly as dry as the Sahara desert and my heart was pounding ninety miles an hour. I took a couple of deep breaths and started to calm down. Once my heart slowed back down I started to think about how I’d always wondered what it would be like to have sex with a man. There I was over a thousand miles and another state away from home where isveçbahis yeni giriş no one knew me. A once in a life time opportunity. I froze. I wasn’t sure what I should do. Taking a chance I moved my knee toward him. His hand immediately dropped onto my knee. I was so scared that I was shaking. Very slowly his hand slowly moved up my thigh toward my crotch. Despite my fear, by that time I had a raging erection. My chest was tight, I was having trouble breathing. I was scared and excited both at the same time. As his hand moved on up my thigh I knew this was really happening. I was sure that everyone in the theater must be watching and knew exactly what was going on. Then he suddenly removed his hand and just sat there. At first I thought I’d done something wrong. But I hadn’t done anything. Now what, I wondered? What do I do now? Again I was both scared and excited and I realized didn’t want it to end. Heart in my throat, I screwed up my courage, reached over and placed my hand on his crotch. For a couple of seconds I let my hand just rest there. Taking a deep breath, I started to caress him. I couldn’t believe what I was doing.
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