I was in South Florida for a three-day trade show, the worst way to spend a weekend.
Driving from the hotel to the trade show on the first morning I saw a sign just off the Turnpike that said Adult Cinema. A thought went through my mind and I wondered what a place like that would look like inside. I had watched porn, been to strip clubs, but never to an adult theater. I attended the first day of the trade show, but the thought kept creeping in. On the way back to the hotel I pulled off the turnpike and looked for the cinema. I pulled into the parking lot, twenty or so cars parked in the lot, but I decided it was not for me and left without going in.
Day two repeated itself but the thought was more prevalent all day. It seemed to grip me with a desire to check it out. During the day I decided I would stop that night and go in. The parking lot was about the same, twenty cars or so, and I found a place in the back corner of the lot where nobody would recognize my car. Thoughts were racing through my mind – what if there was somebody I knew in there? Was it safe? What will it be like? Should I go?
I was too close to turn back so I opened the door and entered. The lobby was small, a few magazines and videos on the shelves, and no one in the lobby except the employee. My eyes were down toward the floor, hesitant to make eye contact when I heard, “$12 bucks. If you leave for any reason you have to pay to get back in.” I reached in my wallet for a credit card when I realized I did not want any record of me being there. So I pulled out a $20 – still afraid to look up. He handed me my change, buzzed the door open, and I went in. It was too late to turn back.
I first noticed two things – the darkness and the sounds from the video. t took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the darkness and I maneuvered around the wall and into the theater. On the screen was a petite blonde being pounded from behind. I could now see inside and there were approximately six rows, eight seats to the row divided in the center by an aisle. The theater was about half full and all guys. I saw the third row on the left was empty and I headed to that row. Safely seated on an empty row I could now start surveying what I had walked into. The movie covered the entire front wall, and I was surprised at the high quality of the picture. The sound was mostly of the woman moaning as she was being licked.
I looked to my right and there were two guys sitting in the same row across the aisle. They are separated by a couple of seats but WHAT WAS I SEEING? They both had their cocks out of their pants and were stroking themselves. I was shocked but not leaving yet. As looked around almost everyone had their cock out, some were stroking themselves, and then I saw guys stroking each other. In the back of the theater, there were two guys receiving blowjobs. I was thinking, 'This is crazy but no way can I leave now. And I am safe, I have a row to myself.'
As I became more accustomed to the setting, I realized some of the moans I heard were not just from the movie. To my right one of the guys climaxed and his groans were loud. Almost as soon as he finished the guy on the same row finished too. Almost immediately they zipped up, stood up, and left.
After a few minutes, I had adjusted to the setting and began to stroke myself but only through my jeans. I heard guys cumming across the theater and I heard the regular buzz of the door as other people entered the theater. Then I was shocked as someone touched my shoulder and ask if they could sit down. As I turned to face them I realized it was a female. Long dark brown hair, not a beauty queen but I had seen lots worse. I mumbled yes and she crossed in front of me and sat beside me. The usual talk – do you come here often, not many ladies here, etc. She told me that she comes once a month and that she loves porn.
"Why did you sit here?"
She replied it was the only almost empty row. I look around and she was right, and everyone was staring at her.
