I had a similar experience in NYC when I was first exploring my same-sex interests.

In 1975, Time Square held some of the seediest aspects of the sexual underground. I hesitated a long time before entering an adult book store. As I moved about the store, I examined things I had never even seen in my fantasies.

After a while, I entered a video booth. Before I had closed the door, a young boy with long, unkempt hair — I’m guessing about fifteen-years-old — jumped into the booth with me.

He was more direct than your companion, Jim. “Twenty bucks for a blow job.”

He was too young and I was too new to have given it serious thought.

But I still think of him, too.

I imagine he may have died from HIV or other street-originated complications.

I could have been he.

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