All Characters are over 18 & fictional
After spending this past year on lockdown due to COVID-19, I started cleaning out my attic. While going through the boxes up there, I came across my old union card for the Motion Picture Projectionist Union. Dated July 1, 1974. Shortly after turning 18 I joined the union to work in local theaters around town. Back then it was more complicated to show movies on film rather than now with everything digital.
I had been working in the theaters for about a year when I was transferred to work at an "adult" movie house. Triple X-rated movies were the primary source of porn back in the 1970s. Some of those types of theaters were rundown, seedy, buildings that I won't be caught dead in. This was a union theater, it was well maintained. I used to pity the cleaning crew that came in every night to clean the place. Knowing what went on during the movie.
From the projection booth, I could see everything in shadow form from the light being reflected from the screen.
Patrons would enter and sit alone at first, then someone would sit next to them, and then one head would drop into the lap of another. Someone sitting by themselves would open his fly and masturbate to the film.
I told the theater manager about all I could see from the booth, but he told me as long as they paid for a ticket and wasn't to bother other customers, anything they did was fine with him.
The projection booth was laid out with 2 carbon-arch 35milimeter projectors, a workbench for rewinding and repairing film stock, and for this story the most important part, a widow that slide open to look into the theater.
The carbon-arch projector worked like a welding machine. Two carbon rods barely touched to put out an arch of light to shine through the film to the screen. Just like the sun, light produces heat, and these machines put out a lot of heat. Sliding open the window in the booth allowed the heat to escape into the air-conditioned theater, and provided a little relief.
I would sit by the open window and count who was jacking off and who was getting a blowjob just to pass the time.
As the movie ends and the theater house lights would come up, I would catch myself laughing at the guys in a panic about getting caught. Jumping and pulling up their pants, or looking around to see who might have seen them.
Being 19 and a health young man, these movies took their toll on my dick. I would have to jack off several times a day just to be able to do my job, but in the privacy of the projection booth. I was doing it to the naked hot women getting fucked, I was 100 percent straight male.
During the intermission, I would watch the crowd leave and the new one enter. I would catch myself wondering why the men would go to a theater for gay sex. I just couldn't understand the appeal of sucking a cock.
One day, while the crowd was exiting the theater, I noticed one gentleman looking up at me from the floor.
He was an older man with a gray beard and salt and pepper shoulder-length hair. He looked right at me and smiled, I reacted by smiling back. Not to many people look up at the booth as they are leaving, but he made an effort to do that.
Before I would bring down the house lights to start the next movie, I would try to make sure everyone was in their seats. As I looked over the theater, I saw that same man walk down the back row directly under my booth window and take the seat. He looked up at me and smiled again. I smiled back. To be polite, I think. He took his seat and I lowered the lights.
The small green light that marked the exits cast a glow over the back row, so no one usually sat there if they were looking for some action. He was cast in that green hue as he sat there.
The film was running smoothly, so I returned to the window to catch the cool breeze blowing in. I looked down at the mystery man and saw he wasn't watching the movie he was watching me. When he caught my gaze, he smiled again. Why I did it I don't know, I smiled back again.
He then took his hands and began to open his slacks. He pulled them open and exposed his cock. He looked back up at me. I ducked my head back into the booth. I wanted to avoid watching him jack off.
After a minute or two. Curiosity got the best of me, I peeked back out the window. To my surprise, or maybe disappointment, he wasn't stroking himself. His arms were stretched across the back of the seats next to him, and he was just looking up at me.
I jerked my head back, and wondered just what he was doing showing me his cock. I'm not gay. I don't like cock. Still, I had to look back.
Slowly I eased my head back out of the window. He hadn't moved, he saw me and smiled. I looked directly at his cock. Just laying there, it looked large. Now I've seen big cocks on the screen, John Holmes was one of the most popular porn stars at the time. This was different that a screen cock.
I must have smiled back because at that point, he reached down and held his cock upright just to show me it was bigger than his fist.
The next thing he did puzzled me at the time. He put his cock back into his pants, stood up and left.
What the fuck just happened. Why go through the trouble of showing me his cock if he wasn't going to jack off for me, I thought to myself. I started to get up and run down the steps after him to ask him that question, when it dawned on me, I couldn't leave the booth with the film running. Shit, now I'd never know.
Over the next couple of hours, I thought about that gentleman and his cock.
I even jacked off thinking about his dick. Why was I doing that?
As the workday ended and the theater shut down. I was exiting the booth when I saw the piece of paper stuck under the projection booth door.
I picked it up and read.
"Projectionist,
I know you liked what you saw. I'll bet you've even masturbated thinking about it. If you want to see the real thing, call me tonight. "
Below, the note was the phone number.
Damn, this man was arrogant. Thinking I'd call him just to see more of his cock.
I shoved the note in my pocket and continued to shut down the theater and leave.
