So, I never even had an attraction to guys until I accidentally rented a bisexual porn film and found myself fascinated by the guys getting it on. I started to realize, I may have always been kind of into guys because my favorite porn scenes in movies were ones with hot younger guys and preferably several of them. Yet, in my own sex life, I was totally attracted to girls and never had an interest in guys. But that porn film started to awaken curiosities.
So, I was in San Francisco, in my early 20s, on business and put up at the Nob HIll Mark Hopkins hotel. As the cab made its way up there, I saw a few blocks below, the Nob Hill Theater, which immediately got my curiosities going.
So one afternoon, finally, I was able to get away from the conference I was at, and I ventured down there, so nervous that I literally had butterflies in my stomach. I paid the entrance fee and went into the theater, and sat near the back. There were only 5-6 guys in the theater, as it was mid-day on a week day, and they were playing porn, which they interrupted for an afternoon stripper performance.
The announcer says on the PA system, and I'll never forget it, "If you like what you see, feel free to whip yours out and show us." Those butterflies in my stomach went to a whole new level--nervousness and excitement all mixed together. I never even thought people might do something like that.
Anyway, I had never been with a guy, but when the stripper, a 20-something hot Asian smooth-bodied guy, made his way with his full erection to me, and I put my hand on his chest, I knew a new chapter of my life was about to begin. I didn't have the guts to touch his cock (or to "whip" mine out), but I couldn't get enough of the feeling of putting my hands on a hot guy's chest.
I went back a couple of times that week to the theater, including a night show, when there was a much bigger audience. The sight of the audience, 75% of whom had their dicks exposed as they jacked freely or gave each other a hand, was a monstrous turn-on. Half the audience were guys in their 20s and 30s, so it was cool to see some other people like me there. I wondered if they were in the closet like I was. But still, I didn't have the guts to whip my dick out, and ultimately would masturbate myself through my pants and cum without exposing myself to any of the other guys.
Anyway, as a result, I found myself flying to SF at least once every three or four weeks just to hang out at the Nob Hill Theater. That was my introduction to gay sex: I was in the closet, never open with anyone in my life at that point about my curiosities, and so the only place I would explore were with strippers and a masturbating audience. Which, in hindsight, really perhaps has skewed my sex life, because this kind of illicit fun still really turns me on (I'm in my early 40s).
Still, in those initial subsequent trips, I was too nervous to actually pull mine out in front of everyone, though I did summon the courage to do it in the booths that had windows that would get clear with the booth next door, so you could see the guy there. But whipping it out in front of guys in the theater? I was still way too shy!
Then came the fateful day: It was a night show, as I recall with a popular porn star headlining, so the place was packed. Like 90% of the seats were filled. And so I took my seat when a cute 20-something stripper, totally my type, boyish with a smile to kill and an athletic hot chest and very admirable hard dick, who worked for the Nob made his way giving lapdances to each of the guys, seat by seat.
Now, you have to picture, they had a spotlight following the stripper... I was always nervous about bumping into someone I may know since I wasn't ready to out myself, but the excitement was just too much for me to let that prevent myself from going....
So the cute stripper makes his way to me, and says, "What do we have here?" And begins to flirt with me, touching me everywhere, and he bends down and starts deep-kissing me right there in the seat. I couldn't believe what was happening, but I just had to give in. Then, he unzips my pants, and pulls my dick out and starts jacking me as he keeps making out with me. He takes my hand and puts it on his dick. The guys around us are all leaning forward from behind or from the row in front, jacking their dicks as they watched us making out and jacking each other right then and there.
And there I am, totally in the closet, worried about being discovered, with my dick exposed in the spotlight with a hot stripper rubbing his dick against mine, playing with my dick, kissing me, and guys all around us jacking to the action. I was nearly ready to cum when the stripper whispered to me, "Hold it in, and see me after the show." When he left me to go to the next guy, I can't even describe the feeling: There's something so sexy about that nervous feeling combined with excitement, and it's still something that gets me off today.
Needless to say, from then on, I had no difficulties whipping my dick out at the Nob.
As for the stripper, after the show, he pulled me into a booth that had a glass window through which we can see strippers shower, and as a stripper was showering and then came to the glass window to jack off and encourage us, the cute stripper goes down on my cock and sucks me to fruition.
And that was my introduction to gay sex.
