I entered a booth and closed the door, but if there was a latch on the door, I never found it. Each token showed maybe 8 or 10 minutes of the film before shutting down. Oh, and there was no sound on most of them, other than the sound the projector made.
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There wasn't any switching from movie to movie, each booth had a different movie loop running, so you moved from booth to booth to watch different films. Back then, for those of you who don't know anything older than VHS tapes and DVDs, the videos were 8 MM movie film loops, projected onto a small screen. Some of the lights were off and I could hear the whirring of a movie projector behind the door.
It took a minute or two for my eyes to adjust, but I noticed there were several rows of doors with small red lights above them. He nodded and smiled as I disappeared into the darkness. I slowly wandered around the store again and then hesitantly walked through the door, glancing back at the guy at the counter again. I started to reach into my pocket and he said, no, the first ones were on the house and he handed me ten tokens. Well, I didn't know what a token was either, so he told me they were like quarters, but you got five for a dollar. He then asked if I wanted to go have a look. Since I didn't have any idea what he was talking about, he explained it to me. Of course, I said no (which was no doubt pretty obvious to him considering the way I was gawking at the magazine covers) and we talked a few minutes.Įventually, I asked him what was through the door I had noticed and he said there were video booths back there. As I passed the counter, the guy behind it asked me if I'd ever been in a store like this before. I walked around a couple of times and noticed a door leading back into a darkened corridor where I'd occasionally see someone walking around. Getting no resistance, I walked around inside, looking at all of the magazines, which is what they had more than anything else. I said hi in return and walked a little further into the store. I saw an older guy (of course, back then, damned near everyone was older!) standing behind a counter who looked me up and down, frowned a bit and then said hi. I walked up the short drive and through the parking lot to the door, hesitating more than a little before finally pushing through.
I figured the worst that could happen was I'd be told to leave. I'd never been inside an XXX-rated store before and didn't have any idea what to expect, but I had a few dollars in my pocket and plenty of time. After a couple of weeks of walking past, I decided to go inside to see what happened. Of course, I always looked at it as I passed, wondering what was inside, since I'd never been in an ABS before. To get to it, there was this short alley which opened up into a small parking lot and then the storefront, which faced Washington Street so you could see the big red neon "XXX" as you passed. During my travels, I often passed a XXX bookstore which was kind of tucked into a small cul-de-sac just off of Washington Street. It was not unusual back then for a kid to take off in the morning and be gone all day, which is exactly what I usually did. She lived on the East side of Indianapolis, several blocks North of East Washington Street. I had a driver's license, but no car, so most of my travel was done on foot. I lived in South-Central Indiana, but was spending the summer with my Grandmother in Indianapolis. I don't know if there was a minimum legal age or not, but I know that if there was, it wasn't enforced. Yes, nowadays that's way too young legally speaking) to go into an ABS and you'd probably not make it to the door, much less through it. I had my first experience with Adult Book Stores and Gloryholes when I was just 16. I wasn't!Ĭaution: This True Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Ma/mt Consensual Gay True Story First Oral Sex Masturbation Porn Theatre I finally worked up the nerve to enter the store, figuring the worst that could happen was that I'd be promptly kicked out. During my walks around the area, I had noticed an adult book store on Washington Street (aka US Highway 40). True Sex Story: This is a true story of the summer I spent at my grandmother's house in Indianapolis, Indiana.