[PalmsMan]

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.