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My second experience with guys
My second experience with guys
When I was in my early 30s my wife was becoming obsessed with advancing her career, getting her college degree at nite and getting her professional license. There was little shared time (as in sex, among other things). On weekends I began going to an adult theater near our home and watch some porno movies. The wife knew I was doing it and did not mind, she knew where I was and it kept me out of trouble. After watching the movies and getting horny as all get out I would come home and jerk off a couple of times. Then one day at the theater I looked down the row I was sitting in and saw another guy had his dick out and he was masturbating. I was astonished. I didn't know you could do that in a theater. So from then on I did the same, bringing a handfull of kleenex and jerking off 3-4 times while watching the movies.
I knew there were gay guys in the theater b/c when I would walk in there would always be a few guys standing at the entrance, it was too dark to see them but I knew they were there. They would keep to themselves but they would shuffle their feet or clear their throat to try to catch my attention. I always ignored them, didn't want any part of them and always sat midway down the aisle towards the screen.
One day after I had had my first cum I was idly playing with my now soft cock while watching the movie when a guy sat down 2 seats away in my row. He was intruding on my private space and I was really annoyed, either he would have to leave soon or I would. I immediately covered my exposed cock with my hands and stared straight ahead at the movie. A minute or 2 later I felt his shoe bump up against my shoe. I knew it was no accident since he was not seated next to me. At that moment I decided that he was checking to see if I was interested and I suddenly decided that I didn't want to move my foot away. So we sat with touching shoes for a minute or so and then I felt his hand on my knee. I still had my hands covering my cock and realized it was getting hard. He then slowly slid his hand up my thigh until he got to my hands. By this time I was rock hard. He then slid his hand under mine, gripped my cock and began to stroke it. I took my hands away and in about 10 seconds had an explosive orgasm. I was so turned on by what had just happened and it was out of the blue, not planned or anticipated.
I went home and agonized over the meaning of what had happened. I loved it but it was obviously a homosexual act. Did this mean I was gay? After a couple of weeks I went back to the theater and looked for guys who would like to jerk me off. I wanted more of that. I decided that whatever the label might be for what I was doing it felt too good and was too much fun to not do it. And the funny thing was women were still exciting to me, turned me on and I really enjoyed watching them in the pornos. But I was learning to have fun with the guys too.
Next time, my first blow job.