I had to be in Syracuse overnight on a business trip back in the 90's. I had read good and bad reviews of the local ABS and porn theaters. I opted to try out the Paris Cinema on Erie Boulevard and Henderson Ave.
As my cab pulled up, it was evident that there was activity going on in the dark corners of the parking lot. I could make out at least three cars in which it appeared someone was getting a blow job.
Entering the place, there was a selection of two different cinemas, one playing straight and the other gay movies. I opted for the gay side.
When I walked in and got adjusted to the dark, I noticed there were about fifty (50) people in the room, even a couple of possible women. I took a seat near the back to better watch the crowd.
Off to the left side, I caught movement in the seats. As I watched, I saw one guy going down a full row of guys, blowing each in turn. There had to be ten seats in the row. As soon as one guy evidently shot, he would stand up and move one seat to the right, kneel back down, and continued with that guy. I moved a little closer, and could see that as he blew one guy, he was jerking off the next guy to get him ready. When he got to the end of the row, I expected him to start on a new bunch. Imagine my surprise when he bent over to pick up a broom and dust pan and start sweeping up the aisles. I figured he was working there.
Over on the right side, there was a guy and girl seated together. I noticed guys walking up to them. After speaking to the man, the newcomer would either leave or move over in front of the lady. She would lean forward into their crotch, and start bobbing her head. I assumed she was giving them each a blow job. However, as soon as they must have blown a load in her mouth, the sperm doner would leave as she leaned over and kissed her boyfriend, possibly to share?
I was just thinking about getting in on some of this action, when the couple got up and left abruptly. The crowd cleared out as the picture ended as it was closing time, and I realized I had wasted all my time gawking. I went out into the parking lot, and it was almost deserted. I had to settle for going back to my hotel room, and jerking off a couple of loads over the images I had seen.
Unfortunately, the next day, my primary reason for visiting this branch of the company was to announce its closure. I never got back to the Paris Cinema or Syracuse for another night.
