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around the hallways either completely naked and sporting hard-ons, or in just their tented boxers.
    By my junior year at Friends University, I was still a virgin. My mind raced with thoughts and images and dreams of quite torrid sex with several of my fellow students. There were a couple of brothers, Mike and Loren Boettcher, who were particularly blessed, and about whom I could not stop thinking. Both of them had cocks that hung to their knees when soft, and both of them couldn’t help but get half hard just by stepping under the shower. They often showered at the same time, and I often made every attempt to conveniently be in the shower at that same moment. There were also three or four other guys that I had the hots for as well, and I found myself spending more and more time strategizing on how to see them naked. And I spent more and more time daydreaming and fantasizing about all of them.
    I’m no genius, but I’m not stupid either. It didn’t take long for me to realize I had sexual identity issues. I was horny all the time, and I spent about every spare waking moment obsessing over Mike and Loren and Daniel and Cory and Kevin and ...
    The second half of my junior year, I finally decided to take action. There was a “dirty” bookstore and cinema about a mile from the school. One Friday evening I drove to the bookstore, and spent an hour and a half sitting in my car, trying to calm my heart down enough to go inside. I finally did.
    The smell of sexual energy immediately assaulted my nostrils, and I got hard instantly. I looked around nervously, noticing the various magazines, the sealed video boxes, and the plastic encased dildoes of various sizes. The clerk barely looked up from the magazine he was reading to acknowledge my presence, but I slinked away to the nearest corner anyway, trying to will away the heated blush that had crept up my face.
    At the back of the store was a door, with the words “Movie House – Pay Clerk to receive token.” I swallowed my pride and purchased a token, dropped it into the slot, and jumped as the door buzzed and then opened in front of me. I stepped inside and was instantly overwhelmed with the odor of stale sex and even staler popcorn. It was completely dark inside the theater, and my shoes stuck to the floor and made a sucking sound as I walked forward. I heard loud moans and mumbled words from somewhere ahead of me. I walked into, and then pushed aside, a black curtain. On a large screen several feet from me was a naked woman lying on her back and a naked man lying on top of her, ramming his cock deep inside her as they both made exaggerated moans and grunting noises.
    I stood there, motionless for a moment, taking in the sight before me. I’d never seen anyone fucking before, and I was mesmerized. Someone coughed, and I jumped and looked around. Seven or eight men were scattered throughout the theater. As the camera angle on the screen changed and filled the room with a little brighter light, I saw most of the men were middle-aged or older, and most of them were stroking their cocks.
    I made a concerted effort not to look at any of them, and fumbled my way to a seat near the back. I sat down and watched the movie in front of me. It wasn’t that I particularly tried to do so, but I automatically blocked the sight of the woman from my mind. All I could see was the naked man. His muscular ass flexed as he shoved his dick into the woman, and every once in a while the camera zoomed in and showed his cock as it pulled out and then slid back inside the woman.
    I got hard instantly, and reached down to grope my cock through my jeans. It throbbed and begged to be released, so I pulled it out and stroked it slowly for a couple of minutes. In front of me on the screen, the woman began screaming, and the guy pulled out of her quickly. The camera focused in on his big dick, and I felt the stirrings of my orgasm building deep in my balls. A second later