Part Two of a three-part series; read Part One.

My Prime
By the time I got back from Viet Nam (no good stories there), skin magazines had changed to what used to be rarely available from Scandinavia and what's still commonly available today. In the early 1970s, the new thing was 8mm film booths in adult bookstores. Visiting them was a regular treat for me, though privacy was often provided only by a curtain. The first "live girl show" I went to was in about 1980. I still like to go to one occasionally and like masturbating in front of a strange, attractive woman. In about 1984, when a local adult bookstore started renting videotapes shown in a private room, I couldn't wait to try it. I had 5 separate orgasms while masturbating during the movie I'd rented — a feat I've never matched before or after. Only once did I masturbate anonymously with another guy in an adult video arcade, watching each other through a strategically placed hole between booths. I still fantasize about it. For the past 15 years or so, since I've had adult videotapes of my own, I don't go to adult bookstores in town often, but I still like to check them out when I travel.

I had an interesting experience when I was in another city about 5 years ago. I was checking out the adult bookstores and admiring the hookers on the street (though it is a pleasure I have never indulged). One shop had a small indoor theater. I went in, paid the guy $5, and got buzzed in through the door. There were probably about 100 seats and about 30 guys in there. I sat down in a less populated part of the theater and watched the (straight) porno flick while my eyes adjusted to the darkness. After a while, I looked back across the theater and thought I saw some guy's penis out! Well, I looked back at the screen for a while, and in another few minutes looked back, and several more were out! So I started to join the fun. In a few minutes I looked back behind me, and there were 3 or 4 guys in the row behind me all stroking it. I hadn't been that turned on in a long time. I managed to calm down enough to hold it and enjoy the show, both on and off the screen. I'm still not sure whether guys sitting there masturbating were hoping someone would sit down next to them and help them out, or whether they were like me — just sitting there enjoying the experience and not looking for anything more. I must have sat there for about 2 hours. After that, I went down the street to a "live girl show" and paid her $20 to show me hers while I finished mine. Definitely a memorable evening! So whenever I find myself in a strange city with time on "my hands," I look for a similar adult theater. (Note: Be advised that in public theaters, this is indecent exposure in the eyes of the law. I understand that in Massachusetts you may even have to register as a sex offender if convicted. I hope that soon the concept of implied mutual consent upon entering the premises will replace this persecution.)

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