I was in the Air Force, stationed near San Antonio, a thousand miles from home where no one knew me. Early 20s, tall and slim. I had been propositioned a few times by gay guys but always refused, afraid that someone would "find out." I always wondered what it would be like to have sex with a guy, but never had the nerve to say yes. I had often pounded off fantasizing about sucking a man's c*ck and being sucked. I really wanted to try it, but again - I was afraid to try.
I had gone into town on a Saturday to a small hole in the wall movie theater that was showing 3 feature length movies. This was long before porn was legal and there were no porn theaters. I was very naive. I was not looking for a hook up, in fact, that was far from my mind.
There were probably only about 20 people in the theater at the time. I was sitting in the middle of a row. A young guy came down the aisle, squeezed past in front of me, and sat down in the seat next to me. I thought it a little strange, as I say I was very naive. I figured I would get up and move in a few minutes and went back to watching the movie. He had sort of spread out, taking over the arm rest between the seats, and his hand was hanging over. I am not sure how much time had passed. I was suddenly aware of the fact that his fingertip was just touching my knee, so lightly it could almost have been an accident. It was like being hit by a bolt of lightning. I now knew why he had sat down next to me. A thousand thoughts went thru my mind. At first I was scared, angry, and confused. I was frozen in place. My mouth was dry, my heart was pounding.