In Each Other's Presence

 This is a different kind of story from the others here. When I was 13 or 14 I was not yet jacking, completely ignorant, living in a small rural community. However, in a peculiar way I found out how to get into a sex theater out on the edge of town. A guy at school told me the back door had to be left unlocked because of the fire code. Underage boys could sneak in. If we got caught, what the hell. The owner XXX operation was not going to call our parents much less the police.

The place was very grungy, a total rat hole. When I first thought about it, I figured it would have a big screen up front and chairs for the audience. Everybody would be out in the open watching the same movie. Well that was dumb. It was the days of VHS tapes. Each person had their own little booth with a VCR. They rented whatever indecent tape they wanted and disappeared into their booth.

The first time I went, it was a eye-popping experience. There were tapes laying around that people had left behind. I took one into a booth. The movie was a collection of continuous sex scenes with the male entering the female and the two of them ramming away at the connection between man and woman. Every tape was like that, all hetero. Sometimes there was a little drama at the beginning but the actors rapidly got naked and went to work. I watched a little bit of several tapes, shaking all over and knowing this was the worst thing I had ever done. My pecker swelled up while the films played. I was focusing on the men's erections while ignoring the women. In only a few minutes I knew I had to get out of there. I tiptoed to the back door and ran like hell to get away from the nasty place.

If I had stayed away, there wouldn't be much to tell. But I went back, again sneaking through the back door a few days later. This time, the second time, my boner became so hard while I watched the men's penises wham back and forth that I had to get my pecker out and play with it. And within seconds of wiggling my erection I blew my first load. Once again I was frightened. I was scared of the sensations and appalled that something had apparently squirted all over me and the VCR and the booth. While I was still zipping my jeans I was also hurrying to the door.

I also had an additional event to think about. While playing with my boner I felt like the guy in the next booth was doing something similar in his booth and perhaps trying to look at me.

 That feeling was confirmed on my third trip. I had jacked off several times since learning how to do it on my previous visit. Soon as I got a tape in the player I opened my zipper so I could play with my erection. An astounding thing happened. The guy next to me promptly slid his chair back a few inches which made it possible for me to see his lap. 

Very quickly we both ejaculated. He snatched the feed-store cap off his head and shot his semen into the cap while making a high-pitch sound of contentment. That was a habit of his, to ejaculate into a freebie cap.

When it was over he two of us dared to look at each other. I knew him. He was an older boy "Willie" who worked after school at the tractor dealer's. As we became more comfortable around each other we pulled our chairs together and gave each other the mutual hand of fellowship.

Since I never saw any women at the theater, I've come to believe that the only reason guys go to XXX cinemas is to masturbate in each other's presence.

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