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Circus Cinemas -- Sex in Porn Theaters!
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Circus Cinemas -- Sex in Porn Theaters! Circus Cinema in Denver is a grungy old building on the north side of town, but it's one of the few places left that has theater-type seating rather than private booths (although they have those, too). As you enter through the bookstore, the three theaters are upstairs. One ("The Dove") shows only male-on-male porn. The other two ("Theater One" and "Theater Two" -- imaginative, huh?) show hetero porn. My first visit there took place the Friday evening after Labor Day. As a wily veteran, I knew the odds of having a couple show up during the hours I spent there were slim, but I was willing to pony up the $8 (senior discount!) and spend multiple hours in uncomfortable wooden seats built back in the 1950s. No. 1 is the smaller of the two venues, with a single aisle down the right side of the room and something like a dozen rows of 5-6 seats per row. For an early September night that was very moderate, temperature-wise, they had the air conditioning cranked up higher than necessary. I was a bit chilled, sitting there at 9:00 in a pair of dress slacks and a polo shirt. There were maybe 8-9 other guys when I arrived, each having staked out a separate row. I selected a seat up against the wall, three rows from the front. In the event something interesting might start brewing, I was admittedly in a poor viewing spot, but I didn't feel like overtly sharing a row with someone and having them get the wrong idea. They were screening a Bang Bros. DVD, with one Latino woman after another showing up at this magnificent Spanish-style house (I'm guessing, Miami) and engaging in various oral and vaginal acts with studly young guys. Each scene lasted maybe 30-40 minutes. Anyway, there was a constant stream of guys coming in and out of the theater; some of them plunked down in a seat for 10-15 minutes before splitting for the theater next door (or so I assumed), while others leaned against the far wall and left fairly quickly. One of the cool features at Circus Cinema is the closed-circuit TV screen hanging from the ceiling in each of the two theaters (and probably in The Dove as well, although I didn't darken that particular doorway), where a three-image split-screen offers fixed views of the parking lot closest to the door, the front door itself, and then the upstairs hallway that leads to the theaters. It's possible to see who's coming in and also whether they're headed to a theater, but the camera's not properly placed to show which venue they're entering. The guys up against the wall were clearly more focused on the CCTV than on the main screen, most likely waiting to see if an actual female might be approaching the premises. I stayed in my seat for the better part of two hours. The DVD was mildly entertaining; at least the women were cute, enthusiastic, and didn't have fake boobs. Once the guy sitting at the end of my row got up -- he'd been parked there for about 45 minutes -- I decided to check out Theater No. 2. It's a bit larger, with a center aisle separating 4-5 seats on either side and probably 15 rows deep. There were more than a dozen guys in there. I selected a seat four rows from the back and settled in to watch a DVD featuring some very persistent ass-fucking. There were two guys in the back row behind me -- the darkest part of the theater -- clearly enjoying each other's company. I was neither intrigued nor disturbed and only wished the best outcome for them, which appeared to take place about 10 minutes after I sat down. I would have stayed there longer, but the room was as stiflingly warm as the other place had been chilly. On top of that, the DVD had run its course and was reset to the INTRO screen. After it became apparent that no one was planning to hit PLAY, I returned to the smaller theater. It was around 11:30 when a couple finally showed up. You could almost imagine the half-dozen guys in there holding their collective breath, waiting to see if they would choose our room or the one next door. The B&W CCTV offers pretty crappy images, especially at night (I would imagine), so while it was possible to determine that the two people coming in the door were one each male and female, that was all. I was back in my third-row wall seat when they came into our room and sat in an empty row three rows behind me. I took a peek over my shoulder to see that the guy had taken the seat against the wall, while his companion sat immediately to his right. I'm pleased to say that everyone else there, even the guys who drifted in once they'd spotted the couple on CCTV, played it very cool. Because they were directly behind me, I couldn't see what was transpiring. However, sudden movement among the rest of the attendees told me something was going down, so I casually stood up, stretched (hey, I'd been sitting there for HOURS!), and moved to the aisle once I saw that things were heating up. The guy was Caucasian and easily mid-60s (maybe a couple years older than me), but a hard 60-plus with a pot belly, semi-double chin and minimal hair on his head. The woman was also older, I'm guessing late 50s. She appeared Hispanic, with perhaps some Native American mixed in, a lot shorter (5-1?) to his 5-10, chunky, and with a huge frizzy hairdo of mixed gray/black hair. He was leaning up against the left wall of the theater, hips angled toward where she sat, his trousers down around his ankles and a pair of dark-blue briefs tugged halfway down his thighs. She had her left hand wrapped around his hard, circumcised cock and was tugging on it fairly insistently. The woman was wearing a white long-sleeve jacket, wide open, with a black tube top covering a pair of braless and fairly saggy tits. Hey, it's not a value judgment, simply an observation. From where I ended up standing -- I'd moved to a spot in the aisle at the end of their row -- it was difficult to see what else she was wearing. That was because there was a skinny, younger guy sitting immediately to her right, with his cock out and her right hand wrapped around that. The row behind them was occupied by two guys who were standing up and gazing down on the proceedings, cocks out and stroking, but they had the good sense to remain upright rather than leaning forward for a better (and clearly more intimidating) view. After a few minutes of this, Wall Guy leaned forward and his date started to blow him, all the while keeping a firm grip on the guy to her right. Suddenly, the guy standing behind them and to their left decided to leave so, as he departed, I nimbly slipped behind the other standing guy and took over that spot. Now I had a nice view of all the action: Wall Guy getting his dick sucked while Skinny Guy was getting an enthusiastic<b> hand job. </font></b>He also had his right hand up underneath her black skirt. Even though the material covered her up all too well, it was obvious from his thrusting and her reaction that she was getting a brisk finger-fucking. Every once in a while she removed her lips from her date's cock and looked around to see who was watching, but then went back to her work without a care. A guy in the next row forward had stood up, turned around, dropped "trou," and was jerking off right in front of her, but a "respectable" distance away. I figured, "what the hell," and unzipped my pants to give my own erection some much-needed growing room. She checked me out right after I did that, gave a little smile, and then dove back onto that dick. Her guy was getting close to cumming, so she took that opportunity to remove her left hand from the base of his cock and reach around between his buttocks. She shoved a finger into his ass and started to massage his prostate, which caused him to explode in her mouth. She appeared to swallow the entire load, and it must have been a lot of jizz since he seemed to "pulse" for a good 45 seconds. As he was pulling away from her, Skinny Guy tugged down her tube top and proceeded to suck on her floppy titties, one after the other. Wall Guy, having regained his composure, pulled up his shorts (leaving his pants down on the floor, though) and reached down to tug off her skirt. As the elastic waistline slipped past her chubby midsection, I was able to see her full, thick bushy triangle of wiry black hair. Skinny Guy had removed his hand from her pussy just as her skirt was coming down, but he quickly shoved those fingers back where they'd been as she opened her legs wide and leaned against the back of the seat. At that point, her head was less that six inches from the tip of my cock. If she'd turned her head toward me right then, I would have definitely offered her something else to suck on. But she stared straight ahead, and I was concerned about making an unwelcome move that might put the kibosh on the entire evening. So instead I reached into my right trouser pocket, extracted the paper napkin I'd brought with me from dinner at a Mexican restaurant down the street -- Be Prepared! -- and jerked off into it just as Skinny Guy wedged himself down in front of her and shoved his face into her crotch. By now it was nearly one o'clock. Having created my own Mission Accomplished moment, I zipped up and bid a fond farewell to Circus Cinemas. I may not be quite as lucky the next time I go there, but I'll definitely return. Maybe by then they'll have figured out how to hit PLAY on the DVD machine in Theater No. 2. |
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