Porn theaters
 

By the time I was an adult, porn theaters were gone. VHS killed them. Anyway, I have often wondered what it was like to use them. I'd like to know the following:

How often did you used to go?
Were they more expensive than regular movie theaters?
Did patrons jack off?
Did women ever go?



Any guys with experience mind sharing their stories?

Porno theatre
 

I went to one a few times while I was in college in the early 70's. All I really remember was I saw Deepthroat there.
I don't remember anybody jacking off , there weren't many customers . I don't remember any women there at that time.

Then in the later 70's , a country drivein movie outside of town switched to all porn. That was a totally different deal. There were lots of customers and sexy women going to the restrooms and snackbar.
I made a deal with my wife. One week she gets to pick the drivein and movie, and I had to eat her pussy. Which worked for me, I didn't want to watch slashing and killing movies anyway, so I kept my head down and concentrated on what I liked. LOL

The next week, I got to pick the drivein and movie and she got to suck my cock. Needless to say, I always picked the porn theatre.

Another thing I noticed at the drivein porn ; It was all couples , no double dating. LOL. Oh and window peeking didn't work with all the fog on the inside of the windows .

I have been a lot. There were some here in my city until about two years ago. There used to be three then two then one. I think the local city council put them out of business. The last one had two theaters and also had some video booths. The video booths had the holes in the wall where people would get anonymous blowjobs. One theater had straight porn and it had about 30 seats. Then there was a gay theater and it had about 10 seats. There were usually about 2 or three guys in there. The straight side usually would have about 10 people in there at any given time. You would pay $10. and you could go into the gay or straight side at any time or go back and forth. There was a spot behind all the seats where people would kind of gather. Just lean up against the wall and watch the movie. most of the time people would just jack off right there in the theater. the people in the back would either give each other hand jobs or give blowjobs.

I once was in the back and this couple came in and went straight to the back where I was. they were older. I was about 35 at the time. I guess both about 60. but the lady was very nice looking. She was wearing a jacket she unbuttoned and was wearing a loose fitting tank top under neath. She dropped the jacket and started giving her husband a blowjob. I looked at him and he asked if I wanted a blowjob and I said yes. So she turned to me and undid my pants and went to town. I almost came but didnt want to cum yet so I pulled away. She stood up and I reached down and started fingering her. Her husband was cheering us along and jacking off and moaning as she gave us both a hand job. I reached around and felt her ass and she moaned a little. I then started feeling of her asshole and I thought she was going to cum right then. I knew she was liking it so I pushed hard and she pushed back so I was fingering her ass real good. She started backing up to me as if she wanted me to fuck her but I was afraid because I didnt have a condom. I left the theater to go to the restroom where I knew there was a condom machine and bought one but when I returned they were gone. GRRRR

There was always lots of gay activity in there but I didnt ever participate in that. but another time I took my girlfriend and here is the link to that story I posted here a while back.

https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/sho...686#post974686

Porn drive in
 

We had a drive-in theater that showed porn only in it's later years, before it closed.
It showed regular movies when I was a kid but changed to porn when I was a teen.
The crazy thing about it was it was located behind a 8-10 floor hotel. Any of the hotel customers on that side got a free show from their window.

question
 

How did you know there were about 10 seats and usually 2-3 guys in there.
Busted!

went to a theater that was 1hr away,not many there,but I always went during the week,as not to be seen. My cousin & her boyfriend went once,made the mistake of staying until the end, when the lights came up her parents were there!
She nearly died of embarrassment! She did marry the fellow,tho

HAHAHAHA I know because I went in there and looked.

Posted earlier
 

<https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/showthread.php?t=202651>

I have a whole history of porn theater experiences. I'll post more when I have time.

Porn theaters
 

Would love to read more about your porn theater adventures

40 years of theaters and other adult entertainment
 

So from the mid sixties to mid seventies I lived in London. During my early years there the adult businesses around Soho were not of particular interest. But, after a broken engagement I started to feel the strong need for sexual gratification. I started to explore the possibilities.

There were three types of entertainment available that I tried: Porn theaters, often tired old movie theaters looking to attract a new audience. There were adult book stores with video booths showing short porn loops. And, there were strip clubs. So, here is a brief review of what I found.
1. Porn theaters, or in UK parlance porn cinemas.
There were several around Soho and elsewhere in London. The only name that comes to mind is the Astral. They have all gone now. They were always disappointing. The movies were soft porn and never showed cocks or quims. There was plenty of boob and bum though. A wank was close to impossible. They were patrolled by usherettes carrying flashlights. Any suspicious activity was checked out with a flashlight aimed at the customer's lap. The theaters were a solution to not much, no gratification to be found there.

2. ABSs with video booths. These held more promise. I could sit in a locked booth and watch a short, maybe three minute, porn clip cycling over for a very moderate price. I don't recall how much, it may have been GBP0.50 for five minutes. The quality of the films was low, and again only boobs and bums, no genitals. But, for a couple of coins I could empty my prostate, so not bad.

3. Strip clubs. I think they have all gone now. There were several scattered around Soho. Typically they were small theaters seating perhaps 25 customers. At the front was a small stage with curtains, etc. The curtains would open to one, or two, sometimes three women sexily attired. The women would strip as they danced to a couple of musical numbers. During a third number the performers would dance naked, sometimes sitting on a prop and opening their legs to give a full view of their quims, and possibly anuses. I loved these shows and enjoyed seeing the tremendous variety of the female form.

My favorite was the Carnival Club on Old Compton Street not far from Charing Cross Road. They had a lovely selection of women in various shapes, sizes and complexions. I found that depending who was in the theater, if I sat on the second row I could enjoy a discrete but satisfying wank.

Eventually I bought a sex toy that I slipped over my penis inside my trousers. It vibrated and had a ring that went up and down a sleeve inside a its tube. It had speed controls, so I would run the wires inside my sleeve to my hand. As the girls performed I would slowly increase the speed of vibration and the vertical movement. I could edge for some time like that. I had some memorable orgasms in Soho's strip clubs.

By the mid seventies I had married and moved away from London. My porn theater career had ended, for a while. I did go to Reading once when a main line theater was putting on a soft porn movie by David Sullivan. But, it was disappointing, again only boobs and bums.

Then, in the early 1980s we moved to Louisville, KY and I was confronted with a whole range of possibilities.

To be continued.

1980s Adult Facilities in Louisville
 

Not long after starting work in Louisville I heard colleagues discussing Seventh Street Road. This, apparently, was the epicenter of Louisville's adult entertainment. So soon afterwards I went to take a look.

Between West Hill Street and Berry Blvd, about .7 of a mile, Seventh Street was little other than adult businesses. There were several nude or topless strip bars. I was not too keen on these. Unlike London where I paid to watch a stage show, here entrance was free. The women performed on a platform protruding out into the seating area. The women expected to have dollar bills thrown at them. When they were not performing they hustled customers for expensive drinks.

Seventh Street Rd also had Adult Book Stores (ABSs). These sold all manner of magazines, VHS tapes and toys. But, they always had booths. Sometimes booths with a glass front wall. When fed the necessary bill the area behind the glass lit up and a naked woman would perform at the customer's request.

Other booths showed a selection of explicit movies. There was no coyness about cocks and quims here. I must have watched 'bout every conceivable sex act in these places. Some stores had booths big enough for a couple or a small group.

Several of these ABSs also included a small movie theater. In some ways this was the golden era of US porn. The movies had something of a story line, but were interspersed with many explicit sex scenes. I visited all of these mini theaters. My favorite was at the intersection of Seventh and Berry. I became a weekly visitor.

The ABS at Seventh and Berry, I don't recall its name, and I believe it has now gone, had:
The usual selection of magazines, tapes, toys, etc.
A booth with a live show, i.e. a naked woman.
Several video booths, and
The mini theater.

The mini theater was my favorite spot. It was never full but generally had a few guys in. A couple of times I saw ladies with their partners.

It seemed to be the go to place for horny guys, like me, who needed to empty their prostates. It was not uncommon to see a guy walk in, sit down, unzip, and start masturbating to the action on the screen. Goodness knows how much semen I left there while watching films like "Star of 85", "Taboo", etc.

My usual row was second from the back. One time I was enjoying the movie and happened to look over my shoulder only to see three guys stroking fully erect penises.

One evening after work I was sitting on the penultimate row when I saw a couple enter a porn theater for the first time. The rows were five seats long. They sat on the same row as me. There was the wall, an empty seat, me, another empty seat the guy, then his female partner, then the aisle. The woman was young, slender and wearing a raincoat. Thinking about it now I should have been more patient. Why would she wear a raincoat on a hot summer's day? I have to suspect the raincoat was hiding not much.

Anyway, I was young, and so turned on by the situation. I wanked until my cock was ridged watching the couples on screen enjoy sex. when I could barely hold back, I tucked my cock back inside my pants, and said excuse me as I squeezed past the couple. Then I stood, in the aisle, slightly forward of the woman so she could have a clear view, took my penis out and wanked frantically to a satisfying climax. I did not see her head move, but I suspect her eyes did. Not a word was said. I quietly left.

More to follow.

More on Louisville
 

So the Adult Toy Store @ Seventh and Berry was my go to place for sexual relief. Most weeks I would stop by to see the current movie and enjoy a slow relaxing wank. I was not alone in this.

One occasion I did not have a tissue with me. So, I stood up to ejaculate in the aisle. A you fellow came over and I turned away so not to be touched. My willy is for women only. Then he said, I only want to watch. I was OK with that so I turned back so he could watch the life juice shoot from my pulsating cock.

Many months later the following happened (I have shared it before, but include it here for completeness): One hot summer afternoon I arrived at the Adult Toy Store at 7th and Berry. I had already visited several locations and was ready for satisfaction. When I purchased my theater ticket my hands were shaking in anticipation. There was a longing deep in my groin.

On entering the theater I noticed a few guys in the back rows and a couple in the middle. I sat near the front. I don't mind sharing my cock. I don't like being groped without permission. By sitting alone I would retain control. I was also in the couples line of site. Remember, in the '80's ladies in adult theaters were a fairly rare sight.

The movie was OK, nothing special. As I watched the honey's on the screen being serviced I caressed my penis thru my sports shorts. I was wearing a t-shirt, sports shorts, undershorts, white socks and tennis shoes. Eventually I attained a rigid, straining, hard-on. And, and my groin started to build towards an orgasm. This one was going to be too good not to share.

Nervously, I stood and dropped my shorts, so I was naked from the waist down. The cock-strain dropped a little as I realized what I was doing. This was pretty daring for those days. I turned sideways so that he lady two rows back could see the full length of my throbbing cock. I turned my head to watch the screen and carried on slowly wanking.

It built, and built, my prostate exploded. My orgasm hit me in waves of ecstasy. I was watching the screen so I have no idea how far my spunk shot. As my orgasm subsided I caught my breath, pulled my shorts up and sat down. Cheers erupted from the audience. The afterglow was lovely.

There were other options in 1980s Louisville to be shared later.

cool
 

Your prostate is in your ass?

The prostate is the gland that produces the seminal fluid that carries the sperm that have come up from the testicles. During ejaculation it contracts and propels the semen from the penis. You are only right in respect to the fact that the prostate can be touched through the anal walls.

Ask a medical person.

More 1980s Options in the Greater Louisville Area
 

Across the Ohio River in Jeffersonville, IN was Theater X. It's still there. I drove over and tried it a couple of times. Somehow watching a movie from my car didn't do much for me. There is something about masturbating in a darkened theater with fellow perverts that does it for me. All to the better if an obliging woman is in the house. I have seen that BTW, but it comes later in my sexually deviant history.

There was a full size theater showing porn in St Matthews, KY (Suburban Louisville). I visited once and was thrown out. It happened like this: Having seen the facility I decided I wanted to pay a visit. So, when I had a spare evening I parked, bought a ticket and went in. It was well appointed, not especially run down, I took a seat near the back.

After a while I noticed a man and a young woman in the same row as my but over the aisle. The man was very elderly and the woman rather young. I figured she was his carer. And, when asked what he would enjoy for an evening out, he had said the porn theater, so she obliged. Nothing happened. I think he was too old, and I suspect she was too proper.

Anyway, I digress. The movie centered around a hospital and the shenanigans between the staff. Not long after I arrived there was a scene I really liked. A busty, curvy nurse, in only her cap, garter belt and nylons was being thoroughly shafted from behind by a well endowed doctor. The combination of her curvy bum, suspenders, nylons, and rhythmically swaying breasts as she was being penetrated really appealed to me. So, I decided, too late, that it was the scene I wanted to orgasm to.

So, I waited patiently through two hours of movie 'till it reached that part again. I had wanked gently until that point, then more aggressively as I built up the pleasure ready to cum. I stood and went to the aisle to be ready to shoot and shoot hard. As the moments of bliss started, the lights came on and the clerk screamed at me to get the hell out of there. Seconds later I was stumbling down steps at the side door as I struggled to put my penis away and zip up my fly.

Then there was Louisville's adult theater gem. It was another real theater that then changed to show porn. It was on Taylor Blvd. Great picture quality on a big screen. Not only did they show good porn but now again brought a porn actress into town to do a live strip. One time I arrived in the parking lot the same time as the actress. She was a friendly lady from out of state. She asked what the town was like. We chatted for a few minutes before she went in the back door while I walked round to the front to buy a ticket.

When there was a stripper, i.e. porn actress, I always sat on the front row in order to get the best view. And, of course I always enjoyed a wank. One time the guy next to me looked a little surprised. But, no one ever objected. One actress thanked me for the compliment and asked why more guys didn't have their dicks out.

Some of these ladies offered to pose nude with customers for a photo, in the lobby, after their performance. I always asked if I could get naked and have us both photographed nude. Usually the answer was no, but one lady was happy to oblige. So I stripped there and then, she knelt down cupped my balls, with her hand, and stared at my (flaccid) cock while the Polaroid clicked. And, no I don't still have the picture, but what a memorable occasion.

Before I left town I discovered the joys of the Asian Massage Parlor. The last year or two in Louisville I used to visit Yang at the Hong Kong Spa on Dixie Highway. I would enjoy a steam bath, then a shower. Yang would dry me off paying attention to my arse which I loved. There followed a very relaxing massage. It ended with Yang taking her top off. She would gently masturbate my while I sucked on her nipples.

On one occasion mamasan came into the room as Yang finished the massage proper. I was face down. Mamasan checked me out and fondled my bum as she chatted to Yang. Sadly she left the room before Yang satisfied my sexual need. So disappointing, I would love her to have stayed There was nothing like an audience as I ejaculated my man cream.

Likewise when Yang was training a new girl I had an impromptu four hand massage. Again Yang sent the new girl out of the room before bringing me to a climax.

On my last visit to the Hong Kong Spa, I explained that I would not be coming back as I would be going to the UK. Yang agreed to end our session with a sixty nine. She would not suck me, but was happy to wank me while I licked her quim and anus. What a lovely end to a my relationship with the spa.

So after five years I left KY to return to GB.

My enjoyment of porn theaters was not over, more to follow.

The quiet years
 

So, I spent the next six years in the UK. I worked in various towns. But, for the most part the porn cinema scene was close to dead.

My main sexually deviant activity was visiting massage parlors. There is nothing like a relaxing massage that ends with a thorough wank from a naked, or semi naked, woman.

During that period I also discovered naturist facilities. I spent many happy hours at Rios in North London, The Swiss Cottage Unisex Sauna, Silverleigh in Northwest Kent, and Bristol Gardens Spa in Brighton. I enjoyed my first threesome at Silverleigh.

One porno cinema experience does stand out in my memory. I was working near Southampton and heard that the city did have a porno cinema. So one evening, after work, I made my way to its address. When I arrived there was a small entrance with a ticket desk and a flight of stairs down to a dark basement. Having purchased my ticked I made my way down to the "theater".

When my eyes adjusted to the gloom, I found my self in a plain room with several rows of steel chairs. At the front was a screen on to which a movie was being projected. I would say the facility seated about 30 people max, and it was about half full. I took a seat at the front.

On the screen a fairly intense orgy was happening, and I was already really horny. So, there was only one thing for it: I unzipped, and took my phallic protrusion in hand. As I steadily masturbated and gained an erection the legs of my chair were making a noise as they rattled on the concrete floor. There was nothing for it, I had to continue, I needed release. No one was telling me to stop so I carried on.

The orgy on the screen was graphic, the woman nearest the camera had a lovely curvy arse and was bent over taking a fully erect rigid cock from behind. My cock was also attaining an almost painful firmness and I started to wank very hard, the noise underneath me where the chair was interacting with the concrete became very loud. My orgasm hit and after several pleasurable spurts I relaxed with a sense of sublime relief and the noise petered out. What had just happened was obvious to the entire room.

So, I took some tissues from my pocket, cleaned my cock and hands, and settled in to relax for a few minutes before my drive home. I had hardly mopped up my semen, when from another part of the room, to my left, a row or two back, the same noise of steel on concrete began. Sure enough it became louder and more intense until it came to a stumbling end. Another patron had enjoyed sexual relied. Good for him I thought.

After hearing that, the experience had become less lonely. I left and made my way home.

And on to Los Angeles
 

Early in 1994 I took a contract in Los Angeles. The previous six years in the UK had been a desert for porn theater activity. The last six months in the UK had been spent, mainly, in Edinburgh. My need for relief had been solved. I had met my sexual match.

My landlady had become my lover/mistress. She was sexually willing and very active. Most evenings were spent exploring sexual possibilities. Every morning before breakfast we had our last schtup of the night. For the first time in my life I was a sexually satisfied man. The story of how our relationship started is at <https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/showthread.php?p=2385719#post2385719>

After arrival in Los Angeles it was time to explore its sexual possibilities. At that time the adult theater scene was too dire to even describe. But, I did locate some very good AMPs. The "Palm Tree" in Culver City was not even all Asian. They had some very comely Latinas. One very attractive Colombian lady provided me my first experience of anal sex.

After living in Los Angeles for a couple of years I discovered it was not hard to find friends with benefits and I started enjoy a varied and pleasant sex life.

Eventually I met the woman who was to become my second wife. We married, and work took us to other parts of the US. My porn theater experiences were about to become varied and interesting.

More to follow.

In the mid-80s when I was in college, my girlfriend asked me to take her to the porn drive-in, it was about a half hour from the campus. Of course it was pre-internet and porn wasn't everywhere like it is today, she'd never seen any porn and was curious. So we jumped in the car and headed for the Blackford County Drive-In one Friday night.

She was pretty much naked about 20 minutes in, I think that's the night she discovered she was bi.

1980s Porn
 

FWIW I thought 1980s porn was better than today's. There was usually a story line. There were fewer artificial boobs. And, the sex looked more like the performers were actually enjoying themselves, nowadays they look like they are taking directions from the film crew.

I agree with you, I think it was better too. Fewer artificial boobs, fewer tattoos, fewer piercings, and sorry but I'm an old guy and I appreciate some bush. I also think every porn girl doesn't necessarily have to get something rammed in her ass in every video.

Massachusetts
 

Late 1997 my new wife and I went to Eastern Massachusetts so that I could work a 10 month contract. I started to explore the adult entertainment scene.

In Boston I found an ABS with a small theater inside. I never saw an couples, or women, there but it was a nice enough place to go for a quiet, public, wank.

Worcester had two old actual movie theaters that then showed porn, the Paris and the Art. I tended to use the Art. It was slightly cleaner, and I mean slightly. They were both run down and filthy. Occasionally I would see a couple in there. They tended not to do much. Sometimes a guy would have his cock sucked by his woman.

The Art theater had started life as an Opera house. it sloped steeply down to the screen, So from the ticket office come ABS on Pleasant Street one had to walk up a flight of stars to access the rear of the theater.

The Art theater was managed by a bossy, chubby woman who sat in a booth in the ABS downstairs. She always wore skin tight pants and tops. For fun I used to try to embarrass her, but I never succeeded. One time I went down to her booth and told her I really needed to masturbate and asked where could suggest I go to do it. She just looked at me and said: "There's a men's room at the back of the theater".

One Massachusetts winter was enough for us. August I started a contract in San Francisco.

To be continued.

Porn theaters are pretty much the way of the dodo in Japan, but back in the day, they used to double as normal cinemas and show 2nd run movies at a cheaper price. I did not know this at the time. There was a movie I'd missed and really wanted to see so I took my girlfriend. As it turned out, it was a porn cinema and they had porn flick adverts in the cinema along with the cinema being rather seedy. There was even a bloke smoking in the cinema. Suffice to say that was the first and last time we went to see a 2nd run movie at a smaller cinema. My GF at the time was a good sport and we did have a laugh about it afterwards.

San Fracisco Bay Area
 

Before we left New England, my wife and I visitted La Chateau in Meriden, CT and stayed at the nearby adult motel. We had hoped to see some live sex. Well we did see some cocks and a quim, but no copulation. I guess we were too optimistic about the laws of Connecticut!

So, August 1998 we arrived in the Bay Area. I checked the local adult press for information about adult activities. As a result we visited the San Francisco Power Exchange a couple of times. It was OK, but not the Sctupfest we hoped to find. Voyeurs outnumbered exhibitionist by a considerable margin.

There were several adult theaters in the Bay Area. I tried most, but found my favorite by accident. I was driving thru a semi-residential area of San Mateo when I saw what was obviously an old movie theater. The poster boards outside did not show scenes from the current feature. They just showed pictures of well dressed elegant ladies.

This warranted further investigation. So I parked and went inside. Sure enough it was a real movie theater that now showed porn. I bought a ticket and stepped thru the curtain into the dark auditorium. They place was reasonably clean. It had real theater seats. Behind the back row was some obvious homosexual activity. Among the audience were a couple or two. In fact I visited frequently and there were always couples in attendance.

That said, the couples isolated themselves and did not react well when someone sat nearby. It seems odd that folks come out to a public environment and then don't want anyone too close. So, from a distance I saw a certain amount of groping and sucking. No one actually had sex during my visits. But, this was the most congenial public masturbation environment I had seen in several years. Also of note was that the desk clerks tended to be friendly.

When we left the Bay Area in January of 2000 the Palm was one of the last places I visited. Sadly it has since been torn down. That's a pity because the building should have been preserved. It was a lovely relic from an earlier time.

Next stop Omaha.

History is interesting. For the current (pre-COVID) status: https://dremiliolizardo.blogspot.com/

DR

I agree, the doctor's blog is pretty good. And, eventually you will read about my adventures in some of the theaters he mentions.

Hamburgny69 asked about porn theater experiences, so I have been describing some of mine spanning half a century. And, there have been some changes over the years.

There was a porn theater "complex" in a city I used to live in —The Notorious Faust Theater in St. Paul, MN— that had a sot of combination of a typical auditorium theater as well as video booths and live show booths, and a book store as well, all in one complex.

The live show show booths were more than a little interesting: arranged in a circle around a platform, one dropped a quarter in the slot and the lights around the falls changed so that you could see in. A nude woman in the center would come to the window that was activated and and if one put a bill through he tip slot put on a show for the viewer. It was the sort of place where if you dropped something you would best to simply let it lie on the floor since guys jacked off and came in the booths.

From time to time name performers appeared there. I recall in particular Hyapatia Lee. One of her movies played in the theater, and she appeared in a fairly normal strip show in the theater, and afterward posed for Polaroids with patrons. She also worked the live show booth.

Considering that in those days porn was far less ubiquitous than it is now it was a very popular place.

Omaha, NB, and Edinburgh, GB
 

So January 2000 I started a one year work contract in Omaha. Now in those days, and it may still be the case, Omaha was not big on Adult Entertainment. However, I found somewhere for a theater wank. if you drive across the Missouri River and head south on I29 and exit at H10 towards Bellevue, immediately on the right is a Mega ABS.

In those days this ABS had an arcade and a small theater. The theater was clean and well arranged. I guess it might have seated 15. I got chatting to some locals in the theater, and learned in earlier years the occasional couple went there for fun. But, as law enforcement clamped down they had ceased coming. Nevertheless I enjoyed a pleasant wank or two there.

March 2001, we went to Edinburgh. The only adult facilities I found, and enjoyed there were the sauna and massage parlors. I highly recommend the London Street Sauna.

During our stay my wife and I wanted to enjoy some adult leisure time so we would fly down to London for a weekend of sex fun. We would eat out then spend Friday evening at, the now closed, Paul Raymond's Revue. We thoroughly enjoyed the evening of sexual entertainment. No real sex, but some fun simulation. My wife leaned over and asked me if I could see why the male performer was chosen. Like it wasn't obvious.

Saturday evening we would go to the couples night at Rio's Kentish Town. Enjoying the facilities with many other naked couples was great. There was one downer. In those days Rio's had a group room on the top floor. They always had, and still have couples rooms on the middle floor. So, my spouse and I made our way to the top floor. We walked into the orgy room and I was delighted to see one couple schtuping, others doing oral, and one guy was being masturbated by his busty spouse. My cock started to rise. There was a tug on my arm, my spouse wanted to go back down the wet facilities. She couldn't handle the orgy. I was disappointed, but marriage is about give and take. Anyway we had a good session back at our hotel.

At the end of my contract my spouse went on ahead of me. I arranged to ship some stuff home and spent a few days in London. In those days there was a facility called the Willow Cinema. It was one of a handful of new generation London porn theaters. It had a reputation for attracting couples and women. I spent an afternoon there. It was comfortable enough, but I saw no action other than on the screen. In fact for most of my visit I was the only customer.

Next report: Porn Theaters in Las Vegas.

I'll try again when covid is over
 

It's been at least three years since I first mentioned me wanting her to 'date' other guys and the progress has been very slow, and a little back and forth.

At one point, about two years ago, I thought we were about to cross the finis line. We had been out drinking (heavily) and ended up in an adult theatre. Things heated up quickly and within 15 minutes she had my cock in her mouth and another one in her hand. It was the first time I saw her even touch another man and it was all I could do to not cum in her mouth. After jerking the guy for several minutes, he started heavily leaking precum and once it touched her hand, she switched to sucking him and stroking me. If not for the copious amounts of alcohol I had previously consumed, I would have totally lost it, but instead, just sat back for the adventure. I reached under her skirt, slid her panties to the side, and started rubbing her clit with my thumb and fingering her pussy with my fingers. I have no idea why, but she abruptly let go of both of our cocks, jumped up and stormed out of the theatre. Once outside, it was all I could do to keep up with her, and she refused to talk to me on the train trip home. I've tried to talk to her about it several times, but know when to best leave things as they are. I was so tempted to lick that guy's precum from her fingers or to join her on his cock, but I an so glad that I didn't. I now know that it was too early in the process for us to have been in that situation.

Las Vegas
 

From about September 2002 thru March 2003 I was in Vegas. I had spent time there before, and have since. Although the last time I visited a porn theater there was about 2006. So my information is dated. Some things to understand about Vegas before I describe what I saw:
1. Las Vegas is not quite as liberal as it tries to portray itself. It's more liberal than most cities. But it has limitations. For example you would be hard pressed to find a glory hole there.

2. Often visitors outnumber locals in the theaters, so the vibe is not consistent.

Vegas has more adult movie theaters theaters than most towns. They very from very basic to plush. I know from my contacts that women/couples do visit the theaters and wild things can happen. But that was hardly my experience. a few time I visited the Adult Superstore at 3850 W Tropicana Ave. I used it mainly because it was convenient. The atmosphere was not great. But, it was somewhere to go.

One time a guy walked into the theater with a woman on each arm. They looked like they were dressed for fun. They set on the front. This looks promising I thought. The theater had/has rows of theater seats four wide. The party occupied the leftmost three. After (very) few minutes a guy further back got up and sat on the fourth seat of the front row. There was a whisper or two between the woman in the third set, then the three got up and left. I wanted to scream at the idiot who caused their discomfort.

Another time I arrived at the same theater and saw a couple on the back row. Later I found out that had heir hands on each other's crotches. Unfortunately they were trying to arouse each other with their jeans still on and zipped up. That got pretty uninspiring pretty quickly.

By the time of my last visits to Vegas, the Deja Vu strip club chain had started adding ABSs and movie theaters to their premises. The Deju Vu on Sammy Davis Jr Dr (In those days it was Industrial Road) had a triplex theater that was very comfortable. Each theater had several hi quality TV screens and electric recliners for seating. Last time I was there I chose a recliner on the back row, I stripped off and enjoyed a long slow, well reclined wank, while watching the hi def porn.

March 2003 I took a contract in Orange County, CA

Southern California, again
 

So, spring of 2003 took me to Orange County, CA for work. At that time OC was a desert for porno theaters. But, in neighboring LA County things had improved slightly since my earlier sojourn. The gay movie theater Studs in Hollywood had made one screen in their theater straight. My first visit was reasonably good. I drove up to Hollywood parked and entered Studs, in a previous life it had been the Pussycat theater.

At that time parts of the main theater had been boxed off to form mini theaters all showing the gay stuff. But to the side of the foyer was a small room showing straight porn. So, I headed in for a masturbation session. Unfortunately the occasional gay guy would wonder in wanting his willy sucked. That's the last thing on this planet I want to do. The only willies that interest me are those I can watch rising in the presence of a well built woman, and then satisfying her quim.

Just the same it was comfortable enough and settled in to watch the action on the screen and take care of my sexual need. A lady employee came thru to use the bathroom. I realized if I timed it right I could ejaculate as she returned to her desk in the foyer. Sure enough the bathroom door opened, and as she stepped over my feet I enjoyed a delightful cum.

Then it was off to the Cat & Fiddle for a beer and some English nosh before driving back to Anaheim.

The next time I visited Studs, things had been re-arranged. The straight viewing room was one of the rooms boxed off from the main theater. No sooner had I sat down than a group of gay guys gathered at the doorway to watch a straight guy masturbate. I don't get it, there must have been any number of guys there who would have been happy to wank for them. I wasn't. I left. My visit only lasted a few minutes.

Way over in Upland in San Bernadino County, the local Deja Vu had added an ABS with a small theater above their strip club. Although it was one long drive, it became my go to place.

One climbed the stairs into the spacious ABS and bought a ticket from the clerk. The clerks were female as often as not. The theater was on the far side of the store. When the clerk buzzed one in, there would be a slight delay. Inside the theater was a strobe light that flashed to warn any wankers inside that the door was about to open.

Sure enough anytime I walked in everyone was sitting bolt upright, hand on their laps with not a cock in sight. As soon as the newcomer sat down and unzipped everyone relaxed and out came their phallic protrusions.

The theater was small with perhaps for or five rows of comfortable seats, two each side of the center aisle. There was a large screen at the front with its sound on, and smaller screens along each sidewall with no sound. If the action on the front screen wasn't to one's taste there were alternatives.

This Deja Vu theater came to be one of my favorite haunts in the area. I got comfortable enough that I would strip off for a naked wank and stand in front of the screen I was watching to come. I strongly suspect that there was a hidden camera in the theater, and the clerks would watch what was going on from their desk. They often had a coy laugh as I left. The thought that a young woman had watched me wank and come was quite a turn on.

After working several assignments in SoCal I took contract in Reno.

1970 and 1980 porn movies
 

Someone has been remastering some of the old 35ml movies onto hi def video. And, posting them on Xhamster. For example see <https://xhamster.com/videos/i-like-to-watch-remastered-xh1Bo3J> .

It is a pleasure to watch women with natural figures, and couples actually enjoying sex.

Halloween at the Porn Theater
 

Years ago I was at home dutifully answering the door with a bowlful of candy as the neighborhood kids came by on their Trick-or-Treat rounds. I always offered full-size candy bars, so I had plenty of business.

About the time the age group was changing from toddlers being escorted by their parents to older kids and pre-teens, I answered the door to find a female friend asking if I wanted to hang out. She had left her shared apartment because her roommate's BF had dropped by and she couldn't stand the guy. I offered her a beer and fell back into my routine of going to the door every few minutes.

She seemed a little annoyed that I couldn't stay seated with her and listen to her talk. I tried to explain that I wanted to fit in with my neighborhood and the traffic would soon tapper off, probably being over by 10 PM.

"It's like you're a prisoner in your own house. You can't go out for a drink or anything.", she said.

"I have plenty to eat and drink here. Do you want something different?"

"No, I just hoped we could have some fun. I was so bored at the apartment." She finished the beer and went to get another while I responded to the latest chime of the doorbell.

When I got back to the living room, she said "Can we go to the basement and play pool or darts, at least?"

"It would be even worse if I was running up and down the stairs each time. Can't you be patient for a while? Tell you what, if you can wait until nine, I'll put the candy out on the porch and we can go out."

"Ok."

For the next hour and a half she flipped channels and we watched whatever came on, not usually for longer two minutes at a time. I kept her beer freshened which seemed to help.

When nine o'clock finally came, I gave her my car keys and said "Why don't you go out and start the car to get it warm. I'll finish up in here, and then we can head out."

She chugged what remained of her current beer and headed out to my car. I placed the candy basket on a small table outside my front door and grabbed my gym bag from the closet.

As we drove off, she asked where we were going. "How about down to Alexandria, I asked. I'm sure we can find some fun there.", I replied.

It was about a 30 minute drive from my house, so about 10 minutes later, I said "Since it's Halloween, I think you change into something that looks like a costume. I brought something you can wear. It's in my bag on the back seat."

She unbuckled and turned to reach into the back, and pulled the gym bag onto her lap. She seemed a little puzzled when she didn't find something like a costume. Looking at me she asked, "Is this the right bag."

"Yeah", I said, "You only need my softball jersey, the baseball cap, and a bit of makeup."

"Is this really necessary?"

"Unless you want to go back to the house, yeah, it is. You can keep the shoes and socks you're already wearing, but everything else comes off. You'll put on my jersey, the cap, and there's some black eye-grease in a tube so you can put a streak under each eye."

"What about my underwear? My panties and bra?"

"The bra definitely has to go, but the panties I'll leave for you to decide."

She held up the jersey to see how long it was and said. "I think I'll keep the panties."

As we continued our drive, she shimmied out of her jeans, pulled off her sweater and bra and then slipped on the jersey, leaving the top two buttons undone. Digging to the bottom of the gym bag, she found the eye black and used the visor mirror to apply two thick bars beneath her eyes. "How do I look?"

"Great. You'll fit right in with the crowd."

Instead of driving into old town Alexandria, I turned into the Fox-Chase shopping center. Besides the normal strip mall storefronts, it had a couple of restaurants and an old theater which long before had changed to showing adult films in two of its theaters.

As I pulled into a parking spot, she said " Where are we going?"

"To the theater, you get in for free when you come in on my ticket. You'll have fun and certainly won't be bored."

We walked up to the booth, paid for my admission, and headed inside. Of the three theaters, two were showing X-rated films. Having been there before, I chose the one on the left which was a bigger room with more seats.

We stood at the back for a minute or so to allow our eyes to adjust the the darkness. Once I could see, we moved down the aisle to a row on the side, whose seats were empty and which was bracketed front and back with equally empty rows. Walking down the aisle her head was swiveling to see how busy the place was and turning to me said, "I'm not seeing many couples."

"That's pretty typical. Usually just single guys."

Stepping into out row, I had her sit midway across in chairs that had no armrest between. There were empty seats on each side of us. The running film was only minutes from its end, so we had time to check out our surroundings. It was pretty clear the presence of a woman was detected by all we had passed while walking in, especially since her long bare legs were out of season. Hopefully, if anyone cared, they'd think it was a costume.

As the second movie began to roll, it was pretty clear is was a girl-on-girl flick. I sensed this intrigued her since she wasn't looking around the room quite so much. Since the room seemed a bit chilly, I put my arm around her and a few minutes later began to rub her legs. Her response was to slide a little closer, lean into me, and uncross her legs. Almost immediately another customer took a seat in the row in front of us, but off to the side, allowing him to glance back discretely from time to time. Though a little unsettled when he first arrived, she soon settled back to watching the film.

A few minutes passed before I reached across with my left hand and began undoing her jersey buttons. Though she initially tried to discourage me, I was undeterred and resume opening from top down. Gaining access to her breasts, I began a light massage. She turned her head to mine and gave me a kiss on the neck.

I continue the massage and got more aggressive until I could feel the hardening of her nipples and made certain the shirt opening kept getting larger. She tried using her right hand to rub my crotch (and cover herself), but I pulled away and held it with my right hand. Our 'neighbor' was starting to spend as much time watching us as the screen.

I sensed a change in her breathing and could feel the response of her nipples, so I slide my free hand down to her panties and began rubbing her crotch from the outside. Soon enough she allowed her thighs to part and I recognized that her panties had become quite damp. I continued my external stimulation of her pussy until her hips began to move slightly, a signal to proceed.

Sliding my hand inside her panties, my fingers immediately felt how wet her labia had become. I swept up a bit and brought my finger out for a taste - first for me, then for her. "fuck this is hot, and feels so good.", she murmured.

Returning to her pussy I let my finger slide up and down between her labia and brushed onto her clit from time to time. She shifted her ass forward on the seat so she could lean back slightly. "I think you need to remove those panties now.", I told her.

She lifted her hips and I slid them down. Bending over, I lifted each foot to take them off her completely. I placed the panties across the chairback immediately in front of us, thinking how much her admirer would enjoy seeing them.

"Do you want to come?", I asked?

"Yes, I do.", she whispered.

"I'm sorry? What did you say? Our neighbor didn't hear and he needs to hear you."

"Yes, I want to come." This time still quietly, but loud enough for him to hear.

With that I began to kiss her and work my finger deeply into her pussy. As her level of arousal built, I would sometimes find her clit to flick and pinch - eliciting and immediate flinch or groan. From time to time I would briefly pause and she would reach for my hand and bring it back to her c*nt.

This went on for fifteen to twenty minutes until she was read to come. I covered her mouth with mine as she panted into my lungs during her orgasm. Her hips were bucking so her friend was sure to understand what was happening. Soon the climax passed and she rested against my shoulder as her breathing returned to normal.

"I need to leave or I'll have to pee right here.", she said buttoning up the jersey.

"Ok, but what about your panties? I think you should ask if our neighbor wants them."

"No, I can't."

"Do it or we won't leave."

She leaned forward in his direction and whispered "Do you want these? I'm finished with them for tonight."

He smiled, nodded and said "Thanks, I do."

With that we stood and walked out, knowing he wasn't the only one who had recognized what was going on in our row.

RENO, and Bakersfield
 

2006 thru 2010 I worked in Reno. It's not a bad little town. There is an ABS with a theater, and I visited it a couple of times. The theater was clearly an old strip club that had switched over to showing movies. There was/is a substantial stage that project in to the audience area. On the up side there was a bathroom actually located within the theater. So, there was no being buzzed back in after going for pee.

Here is the downside, Reno is a small city. The ABS and Theater are on S Virginia Street. Most businesses in town were on Virginia Street. The chances of being seen were very high. Like most sexual perverts I am not keen for my colleagues to know about my outside work activities. So, I tended not to make use of the theater.

During my last year or so in Reno I usually spent public holidays in Orange County, CA. Typically I would leave work on a Friday evening drive a few hundred miles south and stop for the night, completing my journey on Saturday morning. For awhile my favorite stopping off point was Bishop, CA. But then I heard that the Deja Vu in Bakersfield had a movie theater. So one Friday evening I drove the considerable distance to Bakersfield.

On arriving in Bakersfield I drove to 1620 Golden State Hwy. See hxxps: tinyurl dot com/y2e8hhm8

On site I found two large pink buildings both labeled "Deja Vu". One appeared to be an Adult Book Store, the other a Strip Club. I went into the book store, really, it is an adult toy store. It is large a well patronized with folks of both sexes. In fact I would say guys and women were there in about equal numbers. I found a clerk and asked her where to find the movie theater. She directed me to the other building.

So I made my way over to the strip club. I dislike the modern American strip clubs with a center stage and plenty of bouncers. I prefer the old British model with a stage at the front and rows of seats. a la 1970s Soho.

Anyway, I asked the clerk/bouncer for a movie ticket, and parted with 15 bucks. The clerk directed me down a corridor away from the stage area. He then buzzed me into the theater. AND WHAT A THEATER!

The very spacious well decorated room seats about 15. On the front wall are three flat screen TVs each showing a different movie. The very good sound system plays the movie on the center screen. On the side walls were smaller flat screens showing the same three movies. I wasn't crazy about this arrangement. I prefer to focus on one theme. My guess is that other folks might really like it. Subjectively, the movies were pretty good.

There are only three rows of well spaced seats. This is because the chairs are large luxury recliners! It was unbelievable. One can almost recline them to horizontal. I took a seat in the middle of the theater and watched a very interesting orgy taking place on the middle screen. The actors and actresses where good looking and the action was very much to my taste. So I stood up removed my shirt and used it as a seat cover, dropped my pants and undies and sat down. I reclined the seat to a very comfortable angle and gently wanked. I soon achieved a pleasing erection.

After I while I was close to orgasm and manged to "edge" for quite some time before bursting into a delightfully satisfying eruption. I cleaned up dressed and left. I had to find a motel for the night.

Now, here is the strange part: The whole time I was in the theater I did not see another soul. I had the room all to myself. No wonder adult movie theaters are dying out. If this sort of facility is laid on and then hardly used where is the incentive?

From then onwards I always drove to Orange County by way of Bakersfield. Occasionally I would see another patron, but usually I had the theater to myself.

Next port of call, back in the UK.

An evening of delight in London
 

In the fall of 2010 I returned to the UK. I was being divorced and wanted a complete break while I explored my options. I took a job and an apartment about two hours from London. From time to time for relaxation and the possibility of seeing some nude women and/or some sexual activity, I would visit Rios Spa in Kentish Town (North London).

One Sunday I recall sunbathing at Rios with a very busty lady by the name of Millie sitting next to me. She would pass comments on some of the nearby cocks. In one instance she complained she could hardly see the wood for the trees. Naturally I stood up and adjusted my towel so Millie could see my cock and balls were fully waxed. I digress.

Since my previous time in the UK, the Willow Cinema had closed, but a new venue, “Fantasy Video” had opened in North London, near Angel Islington tube station.

One winters day I had spent several, horny, fruitless hours at Rios. I had hardly seen a bikini never mind bare boobs, a female bum, or a quim.

So I decided it was time to try something else. I dressed, walked down to Camden Town, and rode the tube to Angel. A short walk down City Road took me to a red, residential looking, door with a plaque announcing Fantasy Video. I went in paid the entrance fee, and descended to the two cinema rooms below. What happened of the next couple of hours stands out as one of the best sex cinema experiences I have ever had, certainly better than anything until then. It hardly seems possible that the events of that evening happened, but they did.

The two cinema rooms were side by side with an opening between them near the front. In the right hand room, to the left near this opening was a unisex loo. I sat near the front of the left hand cinema adjusted my clothes and settled in to watch the movie.

Less then ten minutes after my arrival I heard a sound that was music to my ears, a sound which in a porn cinema causes immediate interest. I heard heals coming down the stairs and continuing in what was certainly the rhythm of a female gate, coming through the right hand theater. Sure enough the back of a female form passed the opening between rooms as she headed into the loo. I surmised later that she had gone there to remove her knickers. The lady was not skinny, but by no means fat. As she passed her skirt swung from her nicely proportioned hips.

A minute a or two later this rather attractive lady, with a bust to match those hips, left the loo and headed into the right hand theater. I waited several minutes to let things settle before walking to the opening peering into the other theater. Anyone into porn theater action has to know not to follow, or crowd females or couples.

There sitting in the right hand front row was this perverts dream. She was already naked from the waist down with her neatly trimmed quim unashamedly bare for all to see. Two guys on that row already had their cocks in hand as did a few guys in the row behind. There was also a guy standing near the front holding a small bag. I figured out later that he was probably the woman's friend as he had a supply of condoms, lube, etc.

There was a spare seat on that front row, so I took it and unzipped. The lady, I have forgotten her name, was comfortable with guys touching her. Some of us were wanking and she sucked some of guys who were already erect. Her blouse came undone, and as we caressed her boobs through her bra she said: “Oh did you want my tits out?”
Me: “Yes honey, men like boobs”.

So now she was naked save for her heals. Her boobs were a magnificent 38dd. Like I said she was not a skinny woman. But, she was very much my cup of tea. By this time one of the guys was absolutely rigid. He walked round to our front and asked permission to cum inside her. Her reply: “Look guys just carry on, I will say if I am not happy with something.”

So on went a condom. He knelt before her glorious quim and penetrated, the first of several guys to do so that evening. The fellow lasted about five thrusts before he grunted in sexual ecstasy. A few seconds later he withdrew his penis and its well filled condom.

At this point “bag man” decided she needed some satisfaction. He played with a vagina lips until there was plenty of moisture. Then slipped two finger inside and vigorously massaged her g spot until she orgasmed with a delightful giggle. He let her settle then repeated the performance. He did that about four times.

By this time I was ready for some intimacy. I slipped my clothes of and knelt down in front of her. I put my mouth to her quim and licked her. I licked from her perineum all the way up to her clit. I took a long time. I focused on her vaginal opening, drinking in her juices, her labia, and especially her clit. I happily worked my way up and down that delightful wet opening.

At one point I felt something hit the back of my head, followed by the words: “Sorry, did you want shampoo with that spunk?” My immediate reaction was WTF. Then I realized that someone had gotten off watching me, naked, orally pleasuring a naked, busty woman. Who was I to complain?

Having enjoyed my fill of her sex juices I sat down to enjoy the sight of her being schtuped, and sucking several guys to orgasm. All the time I was naked, cock in hand.

Eventually she turned over, knelt on the theater seat with her marvelous arse in the air. She asked for anal sex, while she continued to suck on the cocks in front of her. An obliging gentleman put a condom on and did her pussy for a minute or so, while bag-man lubed her anus. Then the guy slow penetrated her anal orifice.

She built up a rhythm as she was being shafted from behind. I squatted between the first and second row of seats. As she pushed backwards against the guy doing her butt, I would catch her right breast in my left hand. Each time it smacked my hand as I caught the full weight of that incredible tit. It was so erotic, a cock up her butt mouth, a cock in her mouth, and me enjoying her glorious bust swaying rhythmically below her.

Eventually I became curious to see the action on her rear. That was a mistake, sort of. She had the most curvy, beautiful arse, true. But as the guy's cock slid out of her anus, I could see poop on the condom, worse yet I could smell her poop.

In that moment of sobriety, I realized time was moving on. I was facing a long journey home. So, I dressed, went into the loo and rinsed to semen out of hair and tidied myself up best I could. I headed out facing the cold damp evening on my walk to the tube station, the first stage of a long journey home.

There was a downside: by this stage in my life (58) ED had taken hold with a vengeance. I had not taken any sildenefel with me. Much as I tried I could not get an erection that evening. That said the those hours stand out as a very happy sexual memory.

?? ugh
 

Sorry, NEVER TOUCH THEM!! Too many creepy guys... AND sleezy women.... std central.

San Diego
 

A couple of months later I returned to Fantasy Video. It was a different evening with a different vibe. There was a lot of gay activity which is not my thing, so I left.

Before I departed the UK again, I met the woman to whom I am now married. She is pretty sexually adventurous, so I asked her if she would like to attend couples evening at Rios. “Can I bring my room mate?” was her reply. I said we would have to ask if it would be OK to take another women along as a couple. But, after a few minutes discussion with the guy in the booth, by the front door, he allowed us in.

The two girls kept their underwear on. But that was OK, there were plenty of naked couples around. And, my girlfriend's friend was fine with getting some soft drinks in, while went to a booth to copulate.

On subsequent visits it was just the two of us. So we had the pleasure of going upstairs to the couples only area. Now the orgy room of old has gone. But, plenty of couples leave their booth doors open, so we had the pleasure of watching and being watched. Those evenings are happy memories although ED gave me some problems. There really is nothing like watching two people, aroused and enjoying sex together.

We also checked out couples evening at Bristol Gardens Spa in Brighton. The couples were great and we enjoyed ourselves. But I doubt we will go out of our way to return. Gone is the congenial Angus of old. Now the spa is run by shrill woman who behaves like a vindictive dictator, enforcing all sorts of trivial rules.

February 2013 I was looking for work, and some was available in San Diego. Along with finding accommodation and a car I checked out the local adult scene. I located four Adult Book Stores with movie theaters. There may be others. Of those four two seemed to be the go to places for live couple fun, the Barnett Avenue Adult Superstore, and Jolar Cinema.

Mostly I would visit Jolar midweek. After work Fridays I would go out for a good meal then spend the evening relaxing watching the fun at the Barnett.

Now Las Vegas may have more adult movie theaters, but a whole lot more goes on in San Diego's theaters.

On my first visit to the Barnett on my arrival there was a slender naked woman on her knees in front of the back row sucking her partner's cock. After a few minutes she stood up and sat down on his dick, her bum towards him and her boobs towards their audience.

These two spent the evening there. Between bouts of sexual activity they would wander about the theater, she was topless and checking out us guys masturbating.

By this time I had learned to take a sildenafil about forty minutes before arriving at a theater. After I wanked my cock to an erection it would stay firm for the rest of the evening.

There was an interesting situation on one of my subsequent visits. In the middle of the left hand theater was a young woman. She looked like possibly a student. She was very modestly dressed. And, she sat and watched the movie. She did nothing else. She would converse with anyone who said “Hi”. A couple asked her if she would like to join them, and she politely declined. It was unreal, people were schtupping and masturbating all around, and the lass just quietly watched the porn movie on the screen.

Another evening a guy came in with a slim very busty woman. His deal seemed to be that guys could fondle her tits if he could suck their cocks. Haha, not my thing thank you very much.

On my last evening at the Barnett I guy brought his female friend along. She had never been there before and was delighted to see several guys with there aroused cocks in hand. The gal was more than happy to take her clothes off and be fondled, she even let some of us suck on her nipples. But she was adamant that she was not going to have sex. She was a fun girl and it made for a nice evening.

Next time my experiences at Jolar.

San Diego, Jolar Cinema
 

My rented room was a few minutes drive from the Jolar Cinema. Midweek, one evening after arriving home from work, I would pop a sildenafil, eat a light meal, and head on over.

The Jolar had two adjoining movie rooms behind the book store. The also had video booths and live woman booths in the same area. If the movie isn't to one's taste in one room the other one is right next to it.

Couples often came in, and there was a certain amount of sex. I couldn't see much because the lighting was very low and couples tended to sit at the back and were somewhat hidden by the back of the sofas in front of them. But, it was a congenial environment for a, sometimes naked, wank.

Occasionally I would step out of the theaters and look around the booth area to see if anything interesting was happening. If the live show women didn't have a customer they would stand outside their booth, I guess, hoping to attract some interest. One time I engaged a young woman in conversation and somehow got onto sexual kinks. I mentioned I was an exhibitionist and love to show off my cock. "Well take it out honey, that's what this place is all about". I didn't need telling twice, out came my medically enabled hard-on and my balls. I didn't bother putting them away until I left later in the evening.

BUT, next time I was in I didn't bother putting my cock away before leaving the theaters for a wander. A different woman outside the same booth reprimanded my, she told me their are cameras around the area and I needed to put it away. I did and headed back to the theater, so I could liberate it once again.

One time late in the evening one of the booth women came into the movie theater. She stood at the from and looked the audience over. She was wearing a thong bikini and bedecked with jewelry. Had I been masturbating when she came in I would have continued. But, it seemed rude to start after she arrived. After a few minutes she left.

One oddity of the Jolar movie rooms is that about every two hours a young lady will come in with a mop and bucket, and mop up the semen from the floor. Always these lasses came in wearing jeans and a tee shirt. There was nothing especially sexy about there clothes.

One evening when the woman came in, mop and bucket in hand, I was ready to come. So while she mopped up, I stripped off and emptied my prostate. I did her a favor really because it saved her coming back to mop up my load.

Come the end of April 2013 my contract was over, and I headed to Tucson for my next assignment.

Hamburgny69, I hope my posts are telling you what you want to know?

Los Angeles County again
 

Starting May of 2013 I worked in Tucson, AZ for five months. Tucson has no adult theaters. It does have some AMPs, although the best one, Tui Na Massage, was closed by the police several years back.

September of 2013 I started work in Eastern Los Angeles County, and rented a room about thirty minutes from work. The possibilities for movie theater entertainment were still limited. But there was fun to be had.

The Deja Vu over in Upland, San Bernardino County had been closed by the local government. Deja Vu had taken over the old Cave Theater in Hollywood and opened it as a strip club. It had/has a small ABS attached and an even smaller theater. The theater was comfortable enough. But there was downside. It is a long drive from the other side of the county. I would sometimes arrive to find the ABS was not open. I guess they had staffing issues. The strip girls would congregate in the lobby and pester one to go into the club for a very expensive lap dance. Moreover one had to deal with the general weirdness of Hollywood.

Twenty minutes away from my accommodation was the Red Panty Boutique, an adult store that sold lingerie, toys, and DVDs. They also have two movie rooms. Now, I have read the Red Panty Boutique theater described is the worst adult theater in the US. Frankly I couldn't argue with that. But, one makes the most of what one has.

The Red Panty has a good selection of products. Its video rooms are at the rear, right hand side, of the store. Together they measure 8 ft by 20 ft. One enters thru a sliding door. Right in front of the door at a right angle to it is a dividing wall. The ten ft space to the left is the gay theater the ten feet to the right is the straight theater. Each has four or five patio type seats.

The is no bathroom. If customers need to pee there is bathroom a few doors away at the Azusa Coin Wash laundromat. One can leave the theater and return within one's four hour limit. One time I needed a pee, and the laundromat was closed, so opened a front rear door of my car and peed in the parking lot.

On the upside the place is air conditioned. It has interesting staff. And, right next door is Oriental Massage. So I could slowly masturbate to the movies for a couple of hours, then pop next door for a table shower, a massage and a professional wank to completion.

Usually, a couple of times a week, I would arrive home from work, take a sildenafil, eat a snack and drive over to Azusa for an evening of erect pleasure.

During my visits to the Red Panty I encountered three clerks: There was an easy going Anglo Guy. There was an Anglo woman who was pleasant and fun. One evening she wore a skirt so short that I had to let her know show was wearing blue panties, not red. She laughed. Then there was the Hispanic girl, short with small breasts, and good hips and bum. She usually wore a short, tight skirt and a blouse. But the attitude! she thought she was superior. To her the movie theater patrons were sexual deviants on whom she could look down.

One evening I bought my ticket ten minutes before the end of the Anglo woman's shift. So, I went in and sat down there were a couple of wankers already in the straight theater. About fifteen minutes later there was a knock on the theater door. The Hispanic girl always checked that no one's ticket had expired its four hour limit when she started her shift.

The Anglo woman would never go in the theater, but Miss Superior was undaunted. As soon as we heard the knock the other guys squeezed the cocks back into their pants. Not me, that woman knew perfectly well what we did in that theater. My erection stayed out. I held my ticket so it was in the same line of sight as my cock. She checked my ticket and didn't say a word. When she had gone I asked the other guys why in the world they put their cocks away? The just shuffled in their seats.

Another evening I was in the theater enjoying a slow wank when the door opened and a well dressed mature woman stood looking in. I invited her to join me, but she closed the door. I guess she was just curious.

One evening there was a pretty good schtup happening on the screen. Their were three of us in the theater. We were all obviously turned on by the couple in the move and were wanking in unison. All that sexual energy was fun till one guy reached over and tried to touch my cock. That was my cue to zip up and head next door to Oriental Massage.

Like I said, sometimes one has to go with what is available. I made the most of the Red Panty and had fun.

Next report, my last, will be on my experiences in Mesa, AZ.

Here in the UK, we have a few adult cinemas, but not that many.
We do however have cinema in the adult clubs.
Not like the cinemas with seating, more like a tiered padded bed/platform that are covered in faux leather, or a room with several sofas. There are large TV screens or really big backdrop screens, all showing porn films.

We have been to a few clubs that have these cinemas. We have witnessed all kinds of things happening in them, even putting on shows or letting carefully selected others get involved. They can be lots of fun!