How oblivous or innocent were we when we were young?

When I was young there were two adult theaters not too far away from where I lived. One friend told me that she and her friend went to one to see an X-rated movie. This was before I knew all that much about sex and another friend and I decided to go to one out of curiosity. The first movie we saw was apparently a very popular, more mainstream x-rated movie and well known film. There were more people than expected and nothing appeared to be out of the ordinary when we had expected there to be a lot of single gross men there. So a couple weeks later, I told another friend about what happened and she and I decided to go to the other theater on the other side of town. This was a more standard issue porn that we kind of expected. It was a very contrived story but it was interesting to see the sex that happened since neither of us had experienced much yet. There were men in there sitting individually and a few moved closer but nothing happened beyond that. We went back again a couple months later to a double feature. This time a man moved and sat next to my friend and another man had moved behind me. I heard my friend saying stop it over and over. I kind of laughed to myself and looked forward to asking her what was happening when we got out. The man behind me just leaned over my shoulder and was panting heavily, I could feel his breath on my neck and while it sent chills, it was super weird. I kept thinking about how it felt with the man over my shoulder and my girlfriend telling me that the man next to her kept trying to slide his hand up her leg or grab her tit. I asked her a couple weeks later if she wanted to go again and she said no, not after last time. I couldn't let go of thinking of it and finally I mustered up my courage and went alone.

When I went in there may have been about a dozen people in there. One pair appeared to be a couple sitting in the back. I went down and sat closer to the front because there were less people there. No sooner had I sat down then men moved closer to me, at least one behind me, one right next to me and another on the other side of me but several seats away. That guy was playing with his weiner and looking back and forth from the movie to me. The guy behind me I wondered if he was the guy that was near me before because he just leaned over my shoulder breathing on me and I suspected the guy right next to me was the same guy that kept grabbing at my girlfriend because he was tryiing to put his hand on my leg. When I didn't do anything, he moved his hand up further but then moved it to the inside of my thigh and I pushed his hand away. The man behind me was breathing more heavily and finally I felt his hand slipped over and down my shoulder to feel my tit. He was squeezing it and I was between frightened and fascinated and grossed out. The man next to me leaned over and saw that there was a hand on my tit so he started grabbing my other tit. i had on like a ballet leotard with my jeans so it was closed at my crotch area and was all the way up on my shoulders, I felt pretty protected by it but boy was I wrong. The one man started pulling the top of it down and off my shoulder still fondling my tit over my bra. The man behind me did the same only slower. Both were now groping my tits over my bra. I didn't have much in the boob department then and all I had experienced were boys I dated trying to cop a feel but not much more.

These guys were more gropy and each had started feeling my nipples. One just brushing his finger tips over my right nipple and the other was pinching my left nipple once he found it from it's pointyness. One man finally started pushing up my bra from underneath and slipped his fingers inside my bra. The other man looking over began pulling my bra down and exposed my entire breast. He was squeezing my breast and it made my nipple stick out further with each squeeze. Gotta say I was feeling all this in my pussy though I didn't totally understand what it all meant at the time. Finally the other man had pushed his hand up under my bra until he had my entire tit in his hand. He was fondling me too while letting his finger tip rub over my nipple. Gotta say my nipples were getting really hard and pointy. I was afraid to look either way so I just stared at the screen. Funny but the woman in the movie was having her tits exposed by a man trying to undress her. I was shocked when the man to my left bent over and started sucking my nipple into his mouth while squeezing my boob. The man behind me leaning forward and seeing this tried to pull my tit up toward him but when he couldn't really reach he stood up and stepped over the seat and was soon in the seat to my right. He went straight for my tit, pulling my bra completely down and began licking my other tit.

I had a man on each tit and while I was kind of frozen there not knowing what to do it also felt really good. Another man had moved behind me and was bringing both of his hands. over my shoulders and grabbing the sides of my tits trying to push them together. The two other men just kept sucking my nipples. It was weird how each didn't seem worried or concerned about what the others were doing and just kept at their thing. I felt a hand moving between my legs near my crotch but I pushed him away. He didn't get a clue and kept trying. He pulled off my nipple and was just staring at me while he kept trying to force his hand in my crotch. He wasn't getting threatening just more persistent. This left my tit free and the man behind me quickly started feeling my boob and pinching my nipple. I was feeling tingly all over and what I now know was that I was trying to have an orgasm but resisting it too. The man that had been sucking my nipple all this time was trying to lean over to get at my other tit, squeezing them and trying to push them together. It just got to be too much. Either too much touching or just too many men doing it, I'm not sure. I was finally looking side to side and saw both those men had their cocks out and rubbing them fast and furiously. When the one ejaculated I thought I was going to throw up. I got up and pulling my bra up and my leotard back over my breasts, I scooted down the row and nearly ran up the aisle.

The man at the ticket booth barely looked up. I was grossed out but I was soon forgetting that and thinking about how it made me feel. It was overwhelming getting that much attention from so many men at once. I daydreamed and started fantasizing about it and of course my imagination made them all very attractive men. I didn't think I'd ever go back whenever I thought of the man who had ejaculated and I'd shudder to think how I'd felt if it went on me. But not a month later, I was curious again and went back. That experience was not different from the previous one but I was definitely more accepting of it and was actually feeling the good parts and not the bad. One man managed to massage my pussy over my jeans which really felt very good but I had to finally push him away. The next time I went I had worn a tube top, the style at the time and it was stretchy and strapless, and no bra. That didn't take long to be pushed down and my tits fully out. Another time i went back there was a woman selling the tickets and she kind of raised an eyebrow at me and just shook her head as she took my money.

I went in and no sooner had I sit down but I had men on both sides of me. slowly my blouse was unbuttoned and my tits pulled out from my bra and they were fondled and my nipples pinched until they eventually were licking and sucking on them too. A hand once again went between my legs and I let him stay there long enough until I couldn't tell if it felt good or felt like I had to pee. He moved his hand up until he was at the top of my jeans and he slipped his hand into my jeans and was trying to work his way down. He pulled it back out and unzipped me and pushed his hand quickly down my jeans and into my panties, continuing without hesitation to finally having his finger at my pussy and he started stroking me. With my nipples being pinched and sucked on, my tits being fondled and now a finger inside me I had never felt anything like it. I let them do this for probably a half hour before straightening up and finally leaving the theatre. Nobody ever followed me so I felt weirdly safe.

I had recorded every single thing that happened from each occurance in my diary, I was thorough about locking it up every day and putting it into my 'secret compartment' under the drawer of my bedstand. I only just came across that journal about a week ago and as I was reading all the entrees I was transported back in time. I closed my eyes and pretended I was there again and actually looked up to see if the theatres were still there, not that I would have gone. I haven't lived in the area for years, decades now. Of course the buildings were there but they hadn't been theatres in ages. I wonder, does anybody else have any memories of the Earle Theatre in Baltimore or the other one, can't remember the name of the other one on Northern Pkwy. Probably not but I wonder if any other girls did anythng similar when they were younger. Funny but I wonder who and what these men were. I have no idea what they really looked like, never wanted to have eye contact and I can't imagine their ages. Oh well, weird memories, can't believe I did that.

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