So when I was a freshman in college, I drove up to NYC from Philly one Saturday in search of some sleaziness. A friend from high school introduced me to what was called crank at the time, so had that with me in my pocket. Got to Port Authority to park, snorted some and then went to the bathrooms to cruise a bit (these were things that got me going even at that age, pre-internet of course meant being more proactive). I jerked a little at the urinals and went into a stall and jerked off for a while as this guy first watched through the crack in the door then went into the stall next to me and would pop his head over the stall wall for a quick peek). Did some more of my stuff and then headed out to Times Square and what I had intended to be the big event - going to a gay porn theater. Back before it was respectable, Times Square was quite the opposite. For a horny, high and somewhat freak of an 18 year old, it was exhilarating. I found a theater and walked in, and my nervousness kicked in more than I expected. I paid for the theater and a bottle of poppers, and the dude at the counter told me to hold onto my wallet. I ducked into the restroom real quick to regain my high and kick my nervousness aside, and did a couple of snorts. Suddenly I wanted to fly to the theater, and had no idea what awaited. When I opened the door, it was as if half the theater smelled a geeky freshman walk in as several heads turned. For me, it was the first time seeing porn on video - up until then it had only been pictures. The theater had an aisle in the center that went halfway down, then there was a wide aisle that went left and right toward the wall, and finally the front section of seats which had an aisle on each side of the wall. I walked to the aisle and went left, then found a seat and sat down. In less than 30 seconds a guy sat next to me and his hand immediately went to my thigh (I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, my Chucks and a jock). I tried opening my poppers which was difficult since they had two layers of plastic to try and peel away, but luckily dude next to me had some and they went under my nose. After that, I was down on my knees sucking him. I had no idea what he looked like other than his cock. The floor was a bit sticky and that got me turned on too. I took a glance around and noticed that a couple guys seemed to be watching, and that truly got me started. I was in that theater for several hours, lost count of the number of dicks I sucked, got fucked several times and got 4 or 5 loads. I was sweaty, fucked up and felt so sleazy and piggy when I left. I drove most of the way back to school jerking my cock and thinking all kinds of nasty thoughts, and I sucked up some of the cum and lube from the inside of my shorts and inside my hole. Finally I stopped at the book store I'd go to every once in a while and did the glory hole thing until I blew my load down a guys throat. He coughed and was clearly surprised at my load and I couldn't keep my moaning down. Finally I got back to my place and my bedroom, where I jerked a few more hours while looking at porn mags. The next day I freaked out, was guilty and scared of what I may have picked up. However, that night I was in the college library getting some work done - and I'll just say the guilt was gone and the secluded bathroom in the basement was a great way to cap a totally sleazy weekend.