God, reading this group takes me back. I'm afraid, though, that my first time didn't have the romantic elements that many of the posts here display. You see, my dad was in the Air Force and we traveled all the time--I didn't have close friends to "experiment" with, shall we say. To continue, I first realized I had gay inclinations in high school, but I didn't act on them (out of ignorance and fear). When I moved out of the old home at age 19, though, I decided the time had come to explore. The place was Kansas City, the time was the mid-1970's. I didn't have a convenient guide to tell me where to go (I wasn't old enough to get into the gay bars, anyway), so I picked the only place I knew about--an X-rated bookstore/arcade.
      For the benefit of the younger readers, I should explain that video arcades then were different than they are today. For one thing, VCRs weren't in vogue yet, so they used movie projectors (8mm?) playing short, five-minute scenes in an endless loop. We also didn't have space-age plastic cubicles. What we had instead were black-painted plywood booths, complete with glory holes that the management occasionally (vainly) tried to cover up. My entrance to the arcade was exactly what you might expect. I drove past it two or three times before working up the nerve to enter. Then I waited in the parking lot for the street to be empty so I could rush to the door unseen. When I got in, I was stunned. My only exposure to sex/nudity had been reading an occasional Playboy. I had no idea such things existed as I saw on display.
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