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I was a senior in high school when the New York Times first published ads for "all male adult films."  I quickly memorized all of the names and addresses of the venues,  But how would I get away from home long enough to watch a movie or two? Luckily I had just bought new glasses from my father's optician, whose office was on one of the lower floors of the Empire State Building, A visit there for final adjustment would give me plenty of free time to visit a movie. I took a train to Penn Station and subways to Times Square. My objective was the Avalalon, on 55th Street, west of Broadway. From the corner it was only lwo blocks to the theater.  As I walked by, there were no  p[ctures of a nude actor only the sign advertising  'all male films.'" As I walked by my eyes met those of the booth attendant, who smiled at me.  Probably he had seen many other young men walk up  and hesitate just like me,justsudden I felt regret that ever since middle schhool boys had suggested sex and even humped me, but I was alwaywho smilrds afraid that I would  be hurt.  Now I watched the sailor begin thrusting his ass in time with the rythm and the camera showed his face smiling with joy,  This was not acting, he was really enjoying it.  I realized then that I had been missing out on the best part of life,  Mone of the cast acted distressed or uncomfortable.  All seemed pperfectly happy.  About this time the lights came back on and we waited while they changed reels,

 A funny thing about that sailor.  He was holding onto a bedrail when he started moving his butt.  Then his sailor cap started to slide over his eyes and falling off completely as he  moved his ass faster.  But he never stopped or hesitated because the loving was so good.  Why stop when you're having the best time of your life!

   The follow on viewing then cme on, and it was a beauty,  It was perhaps the best argument for gay rights that I[ve ever seen.  Across the whole screen a line of nude young men appeared. ther penises joining them together.   I learned afterwards to call this a "daisy chain."  They must have rehearsed the moves quite a lot, because their motions were smooth and perfect,   As they fucked, the music mad a dramatic "Boing, Boing" in time. Of course all of the young men smiled or laughed.  It was a great finale!  As I had to return back by now, I was left with the thought that I had gust watched something very good, even holy.  I felt that every boy or young  man should be able to choose his way to love and that choice should be protected by law.