That story about cinema sex brought back mixed memories.I had only been in Dublin city for a very short time,I was an 18 year old lad from the sticks,a small rural country village,I was small for my age and had just got my first job as a kitchen boy in a religious establishment,a monastry type place where about 20 priests and lay brothers lived together. As far as sex was concerned I did'nt have a clue,I'd heard the basic facts of life from one of the other lads in my village,I knew from the veiled massages we got from the village priest during religious education that doing things with your cock,even thinking about it was a mortal sin and you would go straight to hell,I would fight the temptation to wank,I thought I was the only person who felt like that. I had never been to a cinema and I can still remember going into that cinema for the first time,I remember it was called the new electric,but I knew nothing about its reputation,it was'nt a sex cinema,it was really a scruffy little place which was used by men I'd never heard of,homosexuals. You could just about see when you went inside,I remember it was almost empty,I was excited at the thought of seeing a picture,I went into an empty row and sat there.I could see the occasional other person coming in,in the dim light I could see in a few places a couple of people sitting together,I could'nt tell if they were men or not. A man came along the row where I was sitting,it sounds weird now but when he sat down beside me and said hello,took his coat off and put it across his lap I thought nothing of it.When the picture started I was completely engrossed,it was only after a while that I noticed with the light from the screen that he was fiddling with something under his coat,I remember when he saw me look down at his lap that he looked at me and smiled,I had no idea what was going on or what was about to happen. I could see him looking at me and his hand beneath his coat moving more and more,there was no doubt that because I was still sitting there occasionally looking down at what he was doing he assumed I knew what was going on,even when he indicated with his eyes towards my own lap did I have a clue.I can remember he gave a quick glance around,there was nobody close to us and I did'nt know then that the few customers that were in were probably too busy playing with each others cocks. He pushed the coat forward onto his knees,all I could think of is what the fuck is he doing,did he actually have his cock out sitting there beside me doing what was a mortal sin,he was looking at me and smiling as he did what I later learned was wanking.I'm not sure which of us was most surprised me watching what he was doing,and now I was looking at him wanking instead of at the screen or him that I had'nt taken my cock out. He took the innitiative,he put his hand on my thigh as he kept looking at me and smiling,the funny thing was that though I was a state of complete confusion,maybe it was the fact that I denied myself the pleasure of wanking,that I felt a feeling go through my body of wellbeing,I liked his hand on my leg,he's still wanking his own cock with his other hand and inside my trousers something is happening and happening quickly,I could have done with changing position a little,I was getting a hard on. He was already touching it through the material,then his fingers were undoing the buttons,now I'm looking from his one hand wanking himself to the other as it opens my trousers,he found the waistband of my Y fronts and pulled them down,I can still remember him making little appreciative noises as he found my cock and put his fingers around it and took it out onto my lap,it was as hard as it could get but was nowhere the size of his,my whole body was already beginning to react to what was happening Many years of denying myself of pleasure of wanking caught up with me right away,the first movement of his fingers up and back down my cock was all it took,I tried not to,I did'nt want to, but nature was taking its course,I was spunking all over myself and probably over him as well,I can remember seeing his hand covered in my spunk still wanking me,even though he must have known that I'd completely emptied,or perhaps it was just disappointment,I don't suppose he was expecting that. I remember taking my cock from his fingers and putting back into my Y fronts and just wanting to get out of there.It was only when I eventually got back to my bedroom at the monastry that I noticed all the dried spunk on my trousers and still wet spunk in my Y fronts,I cleaned my trousers as best I could and washed out my Y fronts in the little handbasin and put them on the radiater to dry then gave myself a wash. As I left that cinema I was sure I would never again get a hard on but even as I'm washing the spunk from myself the thought of what he had done to me and what I'd seen him doing with his cock was all I could think of,I'm beginning to get hard again,I dried myself and got into bed,thinking keep your hand off it. What I did'nt know right then was that one of the religious brothers from the monastry was a regular visiter to the cinema and had litterally walked home behind me,I was just dozing off to sleep when I thought I heard someone turn the handle of my bedroom door,then nothing for a second or two then a noise again,half asleep I went to the door,I unlocked it to glance outside,it took me by complete surprise when he pushed the door open and was already inside my room closing the door behind him,I was naked and still had a hard on,and there was enough light to see it,shhh he said putting his fingers to his lips and locking the door,did you enjoy yourself at the cinema,what did he do to you,he was looing straight at my cock. In a matter of hours I was going from knowing nothing about sex to what nowadays would be considered a slut,even as the religious brother was lifting his cassock thing over his head and I could see he was naked underneath and was already hardening,all thoughts of sin and hell were fading from my thoughts,I wanted to be wanked again. I would learn over the next couple of months that at least seven of the priests and brothers were homosexual and having a young man sleeping or not sleeping as was often the case in their midst,meant that the pleasures of the flesh were not to be denied and I could always go to confession and confess my sins. There were very few nights when one of them did'nt knock on my door and I would always open it naked pretending to be completely surprised.