Porn theaters

[PalmsMan]

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.

[PalmsMan]

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.

[PalmsMan]

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.

[jasahern33222]

Your prostate is in your ass?

[PalmsMan]

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.

[PalmsMan]

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.

[PalmsMan]

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.

[PalmsMan]

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.

[MrBrummell]

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.

[PalmsMan]

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.