Remembering/Confessing with Mushrooms
I had a mind-bending experience after consuming hallucinogenic mushrooms that allowed me to recall and discuss a secretive sexual encounter from the late '80s in San Francisco which I'd long buried in my subconscious. In this same period, I'd never shared the event with my wife or a therapist; this is the first time I'm vocalizing it by writing it down. At that time, I was a youthful, 18-year-old transplant from SoCal, landing my first bank job in the heart of San Francisco's financial district. The only gay person I knew then was an isolated memory, a horny teen engaging with Playboy or similar materials, and puzzling over my identity. A virgin back then, I bore a "gay" stigma based on a malicious gossiping rumor that I'd had an erection during wrestling weigh-ins—which is untrue—my sexual orientation was a challenge to clarify amidst the sexual innuendos.
Interestingly, I later discovered that two of my eleven-person wrestling team, Lee and Scott, were gay and romantically intertwined throughout high school and well past practice. I hadn't a clue, and we'd wrestled together frequently without knowing—even sharing intimate moments—but not grasping their orientations. That's a reality terribly off-limits during the '80s in California, and friendships were fractured, with girls eager to be "friends" with someone who could offer guidance.
In the '80s, you had few ways to access porn: magazines, rented VHS or Beta tapes, or adult video booths. Video booths were rare commodities, and the sole one I'd known was in the city. I was living at home, three months out of high school, and struggled to satisfy my urges without anyone finding out. I didn't own a VCR or any adult tapes to privately indulge in my fantasies. Showering five times a day was the only viable option, while the family's lone VCR was disallowed. Moreover, the once-familiar magazines were covered in stickiness. Desperate for relief, I drove to the city late one night, consumed cannabis to increase my arousal, and headed to the Video Booth.
The booth was nestled amid a rowdy area containing a bar and a strip club on Broadway. The building was identified by a neon sign proclaiming 'Adult Video Booths' and a dim-lit entryway. Reeking of illicit activity, I liked the thrill of visiting these booths—charming and naughty all at once.
I turned a $10 note into change from the attendant and walked down a corridor to booth six—the farthest hallway in the room. This time, privacy trumped convenience. I stripped naked, my clothes left on the floor as I dropped two tokens to initiate the booth. I'd shed my clothes countless times before, but that night's pursuit demanded extra privacy and seclusion.
The booth was bathed in dim light, creating an atmosphere that felt both urgent and magical. Every action was focused on my aching sex cravings, my favorite combination of hunger and private release. The scenery around me heightened my sexual anticipation.
I was there looking for a novel experience when I chanced upon a pornographic film entitled "Reckless Youth 5: First Time", a video featuring an all-male cast testing their sexual limits and exploring their same-sex curiosities. I tossed two more tokens into the coin slot, letting my curiosity surrender to the images playing on the tiny screen. The film's story revolved around a young, innocent gay couple exploring their desire for one another, while their friends—also gay—embraced their same-sex hunger and experimentation. Amidst all the action, a sequence involving a threesome between straight and gay men sparked something in me, a deep longing to try an experience that was not only taboo but thrilling. From that point, it became abundantly clear where my curiosity would take me.
Struck by the video's spontaneous nature, I found myself putting my clothes back on and pumping additional tokens into the machine to continue watching. Stepping out to the corridor, the hazy, psychedelic colors persisted, my angle persistently partial to voyeuristically watching the scene, so I slipped another token into booth six. As the threesome sequence played out, I noted how the straight companions interacted with one another, ranging from kissing to cuddling. The entire buildup led me to stand at the doorway and sync my play button with the action happening behind me.
On my way back to the family car, with the images of the previous scene playing a tattooed record in my mind, I found a sexual focus I'd previously only glimpsed moments prior to ejaculation. I nearly stumbled outside, my heart pounding, as I realized a pathway to my much-sought-after release: gay friendship. Their unapologetic, sensual passion would become the template I would use to guide my life forward.
In the year 1985, I hadn't seen much porn at that point. So, when I encountered a big black penis with a skinny white teenager sucking and licking it on the screen, I was both shocked and mesmerized. My eyes were glued to the TV, my erect cock responding to my slow strokes. The experience was undeniably different from anything I had ever felt before. It was like the taboo nature of what I was witnessing had a mind-altered effect on me.
In a dimly lit booth, I had settled in for some solo time with the TV and some adult content. I was gently caressing my seven-inch cock, trying not to ejaculate too soon. I was reaching my threshold and preparing for my first experience, having turned 18 just a few days ago and having a record of five ejaculations in a day. All of a sudden, a finger poked through a small hole in the wall. I hadn't noticed any holes before, just focused on the TV and the naked men. The finger was around my mid-thigh and to my right, and I couldn't tear my gaze away from it, the black penis on the screen, and my own strokes. My eyes were glued to the TV, and the voyeuristic finger.
Suddenly, the eye belonging to the watcher appeared next to the hole. I was initially embarrassed, but strangely aroused, so I turned back around and didn't change the channel. This booth had an exclusive collection of gay porn instead of the usual heterosexual fare. The room was everything you'd want - dark, the perfect place for perversion, just in time for a jerk off session.
We both decided to stop pretending he wasn't watching me, so he asked me to turn back around. I was so turned on that I was more excited to allow him to watch me jerk off. Not looking away from the screen, I saw the finger appear again at the hole, inviting me to let it touch me. Curiosity got the better of me, and I moved closer, allowing the eye to be mere centimeters from my erection. We exchanged a playful wink, and I resumed stroking myself.
Then, he suggested moving a box of tissues near the corner if I wanted "a larger hole for larger items." Confused, I headed over to the corner, and sure enough, I saw a hand through a larger hole in the wall. This was a moment of shock and excitement. There I was, naked, watching gay porn, and another man was reaching for my cock.
My heart was thumping. I was frozen, torn between fear and desire, and at the age of 18, not knowing what to do. I gently caught his hand and guided him towards my sensitive and excited testicles. I caressed his fingers, and with one solid push, he moved his hand up my member all the way to the tip.
He was skilled, and I had no idea how long we did this for. I was just a teenager then, and it didn't last for too long, but he stuck his nails into my sensitive spot, running them up and down my shaft. My pleasure was building, as I came closer to climaxing. I heard him tell me to stick my penis into the hole, and obeyed him. He pulled me in even closer, wrapping his soft lips around my cock, sending me over the edge, sending waves of pleasure through my entire body.
In the years following the incident, I've heard stories of people who don't care who is pleasuring them, and this felt the same way. I then allowed him to touch me in the hole. I managed to guide his hand to my sack and then up my shaft. He rubbed his thumb over the head, spreading my ample pre-cum across my tip. He started stroking me with his thumb slowly, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
Just as it was nearing, he asked me to slide my cock into the hole. Instruction came so fast and without much foreplay, I bounded in and, within minutes, he was done. I came like a wild animal. He sucked my member into his mouth, his tongue lightly grazing my foreskin. The oral pleasure was indescribable - a gush of cum down his throat, his tongue pressing down on the tip. Not for the first time, I was surprised at my lack of self-control.
Alas, it was time to go. I panicked and instinctively reached for my shorts to leave. However, that night in 1985 gave me a story to tell, and now, over thirty years later, I can finally share what happened. Though I haven't shared the experience with my wife, I'm finally sharing it for the world to read. Let me tell you, it was wild: I let a stranger give me a blow job in a small adult movie theater booth after watching gay porn. It took a few decades and a mushroom trip to extract the story from me, but it's finally here.
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