Memory Lane

I moved to California as a college freshman in 1985. Hailing from a small town in a fairly rural part of the country and never having spent much time in a big city, Los Angeles was like the proverbial candy store for me.

I explored anything and everything I could, notwithstanding I had no car and used public buses. Although naive in many ways, I was nonetheless fairly resourceful. Somehow I discovered that a few movie theaters in town showed gay porn. This was before VCRs were common and long before the Internet. I remember the Tomkat fairly well on Santa Monica Boulevard. I have a less clear memory of one or possibly two other gay theaters in the Hollywood area; one may have been called The Century.

I looked about fourteen when I was a college freshman, so I always carried both my driver's license and my passport to prove I was old enough to enjoy smut. The Tomkat was typically sleazy as porn theaters go with that all-pervasive smell, sticky floors, and worn velour seats. They showed movies back to back so the lights were always off.

During one of my first visits after classes in the late afternoon when the theater was nearly empty, I was surprised when a brawny man in a suit about thirty-five suddenly sat down right next to me. I was not the sort of bloke who wanked in a porn theater so I wasn't caught in an embarrassing moment, but this sudden intimacy unnerved me. Of course, I had no idea what was up.

At some point I turned and stole a glance at my sudden new friend. He was nice looking but seemed totally absorbed in what was happening on the screen. Just at the moment I was about to get up and move, he rested his hand on my thigh and began caressing me gently. I remember having something of an "ah ha" realization, so I remained seated.

Soon the hand made a journey up my thigh and stopped at my crotch where he began to massage me. A moment later, while never taking his eyes off the screen, he expertly unfastened my belt and unbuttoned my fly. I was completely clueless about cooperating, so at one point he whispered something like "scoot your jeans down." I did as instructed.

He had my cock out and began jerking me off. I was already half-hard because of what was happening in the movie and soon was fully engorged. At a moment when the screen was fairly dark and threw the theater in shadow, he suddenly leaned over the seat and began sucking me off. He was a vigorous, expert cocksucker and knew how to modulate his pace so that I didn't shoot my load too quickly.

While I was still shocked at the suddenness of this, I remember distinctly how thrilled I was, too. It was like suddenly discovering a winning lottery ticket in the street. Hot porn and free blowjobs! Mr. Businessman turned out to be one of the theater's afternoon regulars and that is a whole other story in itself.

I remember watching this particular clip during one of those Tomkat blowjobs. I don't know if it was the first time I got one, but I remember it was at least one of the earliest times, and Mr. Businessman did the honors. I remember cumming at just about the time the bloke on screen rubs the two cum-drenched cocks together. I was in absolute heaven. The movie was made seven or eight years before I saw it, but the Tomkat showed a wide variety of smut in those days, perhaps because not a whole lot of feature-length gay films were available.

I only learned fairly recently that the LAPD ran vice stings in LA gay theaters, but apparently mostly in the later evenings. I guess my guardian angel was watching over me then so I was never discovered. Or maybe he was one of the ones giving out blowjobs, a stocky chap in a nice suit with a neatly trimmed beard.