Here are a few words my first steps in bisexuality. On reading this story, we could say in homosexuality but being already in a relationship at the time and still being today (with another woman) it is therefore from the straight status that I passed to bi and not homo.I am over 60 years old today. My story takes place at the beginning of the 80s, in December, I was then 24 years old. In Paris for the day (I live in the province) for a medical appointment which will only last 20 minutes, I have a few hours to myself before taking the train back to the Gare de l'Est. A few hours to kill as he says, without a specific goal, to run around the station. Idleness is the mother of all vices, some will say, for me it was the mother of new pleasures.Let us recall the context of the beginning of the Eighties. The boulevard de Strasbourg which is in the axis of the station of the East is full of cinema X. I wander on the sidewalk, passing from one to the other, looking for the title of the film that will make me choose to enter one or the other of them. The posters only include the title, no images it is forbidden.In the end, it is not the title of a film that wins my decision, but it is a woman who takes a ticket at the box office of one of them. I tell myself that the opportunity is beautiful, women are rare in this kind of place I am going to follow suit, in the hope, why not, to follow him more intimately during the film.The small problem is that the cinema has several rooms and I did not take the ticket from the correct room. Impossible to find this woman once in the half-light of the projection which is in progress. On the screen, the characters move through a vineyard landscape. A man and a woman move towards a building in which they enter, it is the press. It is doggy style, leaning forward, hands resting on the white wall, that she will be taken by the partner with disproportionate sex. All this after a good fellatio, of course, we know the usual sequence of events.My preliminaries to run in front of the cinemas, the hope of being able to approach this woman and the expectations that all this generates put me in a state of excitement that all taboos fall, I must satisfy my desire to find a minimum of calm.I sit at the back of the room, which is large (nothing to do with the current micro-projection rooms with about twenty seats), I am in the last row, the armchairs are against the back wall. There are about ten spectators scattered here and there. Barely a few minutes old man (he must have been the age I am now, maybe even younger, when you're 24 everyone looks old!), An old man so just sit down on my left. He doesn't pay attention to me and watches the movie. The room is almost empty, he could have sat anywhere to be quiet, sitting next to me is no accident. I take my courage in both hands, turn to him and I begin the discussion without ambiguity: - You suck?- Yes and you, he answers.- No, I don't suck.- Join me, we are going to move towards the first rows, the screen will illuminate us a little and we will not be disturbed by those who enter. With that, he gets up and will indeed take place in the middle of the 3rd or 4th row, well lit by the light coming from the screen. I join him and stand to his left. He knows how to do it: he covers his legs and mine with his raincoat. Out of sight I can open my pants and put my penis in the air, just waiting to see the light of day (in a so-called dark ...

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