Missed Opportunities

I led quite a sheltered life until I was in my late thirties. By that, I mean that I was completely unaware of any of the various kinds of sexual activity that boys and men engaged in with other males. Chalk that up to spending my early years in a very small town and a strict religious upbringing. Now, thanks to the Internet, I've been exposed to stories, videos and photos of all of these activities. And even though I'm much too old to participate in any of them, I get a vicarious thrill from reading about them or looking at others who do participate. This story is about what I now believe were "missed opportunities" to participate in male/male sex, opportunities that presented themselves when I was younger and very naive. If I'd known then what I know now, I might have lived a considerably different life. The first occurred in an adult movie theater in Orlando, Florida. It was at a time when porn flicks were becoming more acceptable, thanks to Behind the Green Door, Deep Throat, and The Devil in Miss Jones. Its especially ironic that my experience occurred in the same city where - many years later - Paul Rubens (Peewee Herman) was busted for lewd behavior in an adult movie theater. I was watching a movie called Orient Blue, in which Jamie Gillis seduces naive young girls in order to lure them into a white slavery ring run by a sinister, Oriental Dragon Lady. At the time, I thought theater patrons just watched the movie; I didn't realize that you could jerk off yourself or someone else, or engage in other forms of play with the other patrons. About 15 minutes into the movie, a guy sat down next to me and said "Pretty good movie, isnt it?" "It sure is", I replied. I was actually annoyed that somebody was trying to talk to me while I was trying to watch a movie. The guy sat there for a while and then, after observing that my cock wasn't exposed, and that I wasn't responding the way he had hoped, silently moved away into the darkness. I hope he eventually found what he was looking for. The second missed opportunity occurred when I was driving late at night, alone, along Interstate 70 somewhere in Indiana. The coffee I'd drunk was overstaying its welcome, so I stopped at a rest area and relieved myself in a grungy-looking men's room. I had a two-pack-a-day habit back then, so after I came outside I sat on top of a picnic table, with my feet resting on the bench seat, and lit up a Pall Mall. After a minute or so, a guy about my age and size walked up and asked me "Do you have the time?" I answered him matter-of-factly and said "Sorry, I don't have a watch." He mumbled "Thanks, anyway" and walked away. Since then, I've often wondered if that seemingly innocuous question was a veiled invitation to some quick, anonymous sex. How many cocks had that guy stroked or sucked before I came along? Was I his first prospective cock that night? What might have been going on in the trees behind the restrooms, in the stalls inside, or in the cars parked away from the lights? I was too naive then to ask such questions out loud. And I'll never really know the answers to them now. But I enjoy imagining what might have happened, or what might have been going on all around me in the dark at that rest stop, and in that theater in Orlando.