This thread brings to mind the wild goings-on that used to take place at the old Pilgrim Theatre on Washington St. in what used to be called "the Combat Zone" in Boston. It was a huge, cavernous, 1500-seat, ornate movie palace from the early part of the 20th century, and had evolved from a first-run theater to a burlesque house to a porn palace.

The theatre never showed gay films, but the audience was largely gay men there for one reason: to get off.

There were loges where you could find either a crowd or a group scene. There were long, 50-seat rows where you could see one guy by himself, his hand moving. You could see couples in the outer aisles, doing anything and everything. But you could not see anything for the first 10 minutes you were there, because the place was pitch dark until your eyes got used to it.

The police used to visit the place frequently, which added to the frisson you got when you had sex there in public.

Anyway, there was a low partition dividing the last row from the entry hall. You could stand against it and see the screen. And sometimes people used to stand against it for other reasons. One time, a handsome lad was standing there. You could barely see below the shoulder, but we caught eyes, and I stood behind him. He moved his ass to indicate availability. He moved it very effectively! I got hard as a rock and before I knew it, his hands had reached around back and opened my zipper. He could certainly do great things with his hands behind his back!

But the great surprise came when I got closer. His raincoat had a slit in it, and so did his pants. On went a condom, and in no time at all, his ass had enveloped my hardon. We moved slowly, sensually against each other, prolonging the fun.

And then a guy came and stood next to us. Nothing unusual about that. Except that I saw something glinting out of the corner of my eye, and when I turned my head a little, I saw a police badge. The guy standing about one foot away from us, also behind the partition, was an officer on patrol. We froze. My cock was still in his ass, and to add to the whole experience, the guy I was fucking had great ass muscles that continued to move and keep me hard as a rock even while I was having a heart attack over the cop next to us. After about 5 minutes of this, the cop tipped his cap (this was Boston, after all) and said, "Have a nice evening, gents." I'm sure he knew what was going on. But we were not indiscreet, we were just fucking in the back of a 1500-seat theater. After he left, we continued. The film was lousy. The guy's ass was HEAVEN, and after we both came (my hands were busy in front of him), we exploded with laughter as we cleaned up, holding each other up as we just about fell on the floor laughing.

That scene has vanished from Boston, more's the pity. I can't help but think that it was hotter than seeing a cam or surfing the net. And anyone who hasn't fucked that guy, wherever he is, doesn't know what wonders ass muscles can do!

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