Young And Gay In Big D A Long Time Ago

I lived with two other guys in a duplex near the state university. I worked nights at a theatre near downtown as a janitor cleaning up between shows. After midnight the shows were X rated, lots of outright sex short films. On Wednesday nights the short films were of homosexuals. I had to wipe clean the back of seats after men masturbated. I won't say how many times I masturbated to those short films, but more than once I went home around four a.m. with a very sore prick. I'm talking about Wednesday nights, I ignored the X rated shorts the other nights.

Across from our duplex lived a photographer. He worked for the city and he took photographs of crime scenes. He showed me many of them, car accidents, fires, and m****rs. And some were girls who had been assaulted, some of m****rs. Nothing to get turned on by, but he was. He loved his work, the more crude the pictures were the better for him. I invited him to come down to the theatre on Wednesday night and we could masturbate together. It wasn't enough for him to masturbate and I got my first kiss.

He had contacts and he got a lot of still pictures of naked men, for the queer porn business. Naked men kissing, naked men sucking dick, naked men having anal sex. We kissed, we sucked dick, we had anal sex. He set up the camera and with a handheld trigger took some pictures when we were having sex. He said he sold some now and then, but always kept the money. And he came down to the theatre on Wednesday night to masturbate with me.