The world was a different place in 1976. There was no Internet, VCRs or DVDs, so the only ways to find adult entertainment were to visit adult bookstores or porn theatres.
An adult theatre opened in Albany, New York for a short time, and until it was pretty much forced out of business by the local politicians, it served as a educational facility for many a man and a few brave couples.
Peter Davis was one young man who learned quite a bit by visiting The Petit Cinema, and this is the story of his education.
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Chapter One: Happy Birthday Pete!
I don't think that there have been many kids as eager to turn 18 as I was back in March of 1976. It had been a long time coming, and when it finally arrived I started enjoying it right away, buying a lottery ticket and a six pack of beer early that morning.
That was fun, but what I really looked forward to was that evening when my friends were going to take me out for a celebration. I had made it clear to my buddies what I wanted to do, and it came as no surprise to them when they heard about the party I wanted to have.
What I had asked for was to go to the Petit Cinema that evening. This was no big deal to my friends, who had been visiting the place ever since it had opened, but for me it was a forbidden pleasure palace because I had been denied entrance both times I had tried to get in.
Even though I was as old or older than my friends, the problem was that I didn't look it. The three guys I hung out with sailed past the cashier without a problem, but when I got up to the booth I was shot down cold.
"Beat it kid!" was the surly guy's response to my attempt at handing over money with my trembling hand the first time, and although I had high hopes when there was a woman cashier the second time, the response was pretty much the same.
So while my friends got to go into the theatre and watch naked people fornicating, I was stuck going next door to the diner where I nursed a burger and soda until they emerged with vivid descriptions of what they had seen.
It pissed me off that the loudest of them, Joe Drabek, was younger than I was. Since he was a head taller and always looked like he needed a shave, they never questioned his age, and as he crowed about the movie I almost wished that I had ratted him out to the cashier when they went in.
Being 5'5" and about 115 pounds soaking wet was bad enough, but having dimples and a face that looked like Timmy on the Lassie TV show only compounded the problem. At family gatherings, my Aunt Elsie would always rush up to me and pinch my cheek while singing the song 'Baby-face' loudly and badly.
Given all that, you can imagine my anticipation that night when, well armed with coat pockets full of half-pints of Southern Comfort and Peppermint Schnapps, my best friend Tommy drove us to the theatre on the night of my birthday.
They made me march up to the booth first, cackling as I handed my money to the cashier, who shook his head no.
"Here!" I said defiantly, handing him my driver's license and school ID.
I got some ribbing about having a driver's license but no car, must like I had a dick but no place to put it, but after some careful scrutiny he asked me which movie I wanted to see.
"What do you think?" I snarled as defiantly as a baby-faced 18 year old could manage, and took the ticket from him and marched past him.
The Petit Cinema, which was a small square building made out of concrete blocks, was divided into two sections. The regular movies, as we liked to call them, played in one theatre while the gay movies played in the other.
Actually, the guys had other terms for the gay theatre as well as the patrons who frequented it. I wasn't among those who made comments, since I wasn't one to cast the first stone. Neither was my best friend Tommy, who eased into the seat next to me in the dark room that they called a theatre.
My only sexual experiences to that point had been of the hand variety, and only once with a girl, a chubby young lady who must have taken pity on me. The rest of the time, it was me and Tom, who was my jerk-off buddy, since he was just as unlucky with the ladies as I was.
When the movie came on, it was a life-changing experience for me. Having only seen naked people in Playboy and in the locker room at school, I was stunned to see all of these people up there on the big screen.
Sure, maybe most of the women weren't very good looking, but they had great breasts and would do anything the guys wanted. As for the guys, they were butt ugly for the most part, but how lucky could a guy be? Having these girls doing stuff to them that I only had heard about in whispers had to be the best job imaginable.
I couldn't help to noticed how the guys all had big cocks too. Some were just big, like my pal Tommy's, while others were even bigger. No wonder they let everybody see them naked, I mused while watching with a boner that I had since the movie started. If I had one like that I would never wear pants.
Suddenly, when one skinny guy with long curly hair appeared on the screen, Tommy nudges me and told me to watch closely. There was no need to have to watch too close, I soon learned.
The guy's name was John Holmes, I learned later, and when he took off his clothes and approached the big-titted blonde who was on her bad in the bed, I almost fainted.
I squirmed in my seat when I saw the guy kneel over the girl, with his cock dangling down to her face. Cock? It was more like a salami, and when she opened her mouth and let him drop that massive limp dick down her throat a very strange thing happened.
I came. Maybe I had shifted in my seat or something, and the friction from my underwear caused it. Whatever the reason, I doubled over a bit while trying not to let on what was happening yest still trying to watch the screen.
When it was over, I could smell the aroma of my cum as it drifted up in my face, and I tried to breathe downward in an effort to keep others from smelling it as well. In retrospect, there was already an air of it in the theatre anyway, so nobody noticed.
So that was the first time I had an orgasm in a movie theatre, watching John Holmes get his cock sucked. The second time I came was about 20 minutes later, and this time I caused it, rubbing myself when John Holmes was putting his erect cock into a redhead.
When I saw him get hard, and saw his huge cock get even bigger and thicker, I couldn't help myself, managing to rub myself without anybody noticing. There was a second movie, and while it wasn't nearly as good as the first one, I was willing to stick around. I would have sat through anything to see John Holmes again, but was out voted by the other guys so we left.
Luckily my winter coat was long enough to hide what had to be a massive stain in the front of my pants, so it went unnoticed when we went to a bar and I got to enjoy my first legal mixed drink.
Afterward, in the car, Tommy dropped the other guys off before bringing me home. Outside in the car, he let it idle while we talked.
"Some movie, huh Peter?" Tommy asked.
"Yeah," I sniffed. "Glad I got to see them finally."
"That John Holmes - he's something isn't he?"
"Who was he?"
"The guy with the foot-long schlong."
"Oh," I said, learning the man's name, and tried to act casual when I replied. "Yeah, that was really something."
"Can you imagine what it must be like to have a cock that big?" Tommy asked.
"No, but they all looked big to me," I admitted.
"You want to - you know - go into your basement for a little nightcap?" Tommy suggested. "Take the edge off maybe?"
The 'nightcap' Tommy suggested involved drinking what we had left in our bottles, but taking the edge off meant that he wanted us to get each other off, like we often did.
I wanted to, more than ever before, but I declined, claiming that I must have had too much to drink already, and besides I was afraid I was coming down with a cold.
"Yeah, you have been quiet, and you sound a little congested. Bummer."
"Yeah. Well, I had fun anyway,' I told Tommy. "Thanks for everything."
I went into the house as quietly as I could to avoid waking up my folks, and hurried into the downstairs bathroom to take care of the real reason I didn't bring Tommy into the basement.
My underwear were practically glued to my crotch, and it was a little painful to try and get the stiff fruit-of-the-looms off of my genitalia. I even lost a few pubic hairs in the process, and since I was so pitifully blessed in that regard, losing them was disturbing both physically and emotionally.
