It was places like this that taught me how, in my 20s, to stop giving any fucks about how raw and honest I could be when I masturbated. I could enter one of these forbidden and filthy rooms and give full expression to my animal need to edge and goon and pleasure myself with abandon. I didn’t want to fuck or suck. I just wanted to masturbate. I didn’t need to be a good boy…I could be as noisy and dirty and lewd as I wanted. I could be myself.
i was 26 when i finally came out, never having had sex with anyone before that. within weeks, i had already discovered skanky gay theatres like the one depicted here. i became a regular, god did i love to masturbate my penis in them! i never wanted to interact with the men there, didn’t want to suck or fuck, just wanted to masturbate to the vids, the sex, and lose myself in the filthy, grimy ambiance. for years i did this, eventually just getting to the point where i’d get buck naked, my tight butt seated on those spunk-soaked seats, and i was in heaven. this all changed with the internet and online porn, but god, i have a special memory for these masturbation palaces!
