I’m up and out of the hotel, restocked on joints, and in the theater by 11:30. I have no plans to leave until I get off at least 3 times. I grab my usual seat in the second row from the back. A few Yeltsins already in place. And one guy in the back row, about 55, flannel shirt, short and stocky, reddish hair, balding, who is drinking a beer. I light up and catch my first buzz of the day.

Before I know it, the beer drinking guy is in my row, on his knees, deep throating my cock. His mouth is kinda cold from the beer, but it feels good. He’s one of those masculine, self-assured cocksuckers who really knows what he likes…and what he’s doing. He keeps his pants on, cock inside…he’s there to suck. We share some hits on my poppers, and after about ten minutes, it’s time for a break. He’s good, but I don’t want to get off too soon and the day is young. He goes to the back row, pulls out a knapsack from under one of the chairs and pops another beer. He offers me one over the chairs. Sounds like a Brit. It’s too early in the day for me, so I stick with the pot. I light up again and watch the bad German hetero porn on the screen.

I can tell something is up when the door opens, someone walks in, and the Yeltsins start circling around him. Before long, the newcomer slides into my row and they take seats in adjoining rows. Something tells me they know this guy and what’s about to happen. I’m on the inside of the row and he’s on the aisle. I casually check him out. Definitely Arab looking, about 25, a little chubby, but quite a dark, handsome face. His hand is on his crotch and he is looking at me. I slide my hand across, he takes it and puts it on his bulge, then covers my hand with his.

I get on my knees and undo his belt, unzip his zipper. His cock is nice, probably 7" or more, thicker than normal, uncut, and hard. I take it in my mouth. His foreskin is pretty loose, and I take him all the way down several times, teasing the skin with my tongue. He groans and as his cock gets even harder, he puts his hand on the back of my head and forces me down on it. I nearly choke but he lets me up. His crotch is shaved. I want to pull his pants down to get at his balls and ass but he doesn’t let me. A lot of guys here are like that. The place has the reputation of being where “straight” guys go to get a blowjob. Maybe he’s straight. Or thinks he is. Or wants me to think he is. I don’t care what he is, his cock is fucking hot. I can tell he is getting ready to cum because he keeps pushing me off his cock and drawing it back in toward his body, making it softer…and harder to get at. Then he makes it big and thick, powering it down my throat with his hips. He tries this one last time but I don’t let him…I keep sucking until he cums. I take it all, and then give him my trademark smile as I look into his eyes and swallow it. The Yeltsins disperse from their vantage points, where they have been watching. The Arab guy leaves.

Time passes quickly when I am stoned. I go just outside the entrance, to where there is a soda machine and a clock; it is already 3:30pm. I get a Coke and the guy manning the ticket booth smiles and waves at me. He’s seen me before. I go back inside and slide into the now empty back row. The Brit guy has been sucking every cock in sight; he’ll do anyone who lets him. He’s also been guzzling beer for a couple of hours and is a bit unsteady on his feet.

I’ve been coming to this place for a long time…six or seven years. Had some of the best stoned sex of my life here. It’s about as good as you can get for pure sleaze. Of course there are other sex cinemas in Amsterdam …Adonis, B1, Miranda, but nothing does it for me like this place. Another Dutch guy sits down. A few seconds later, he reaches over to touch my nipple through my shirt with one hand, and reaches for my cock with the other. I like the way a lot of Dutch guys age, how their hair stays blond, how their bodies stay toned, how their cocks stay hard. He’s unbuttoning my shirt as I finish my joint, and takes his hand off my crotch to reach into his pocket for poppers. He takes a hit and passes me the bottle. Now his mouth is on my tit and his hand is unbuttoning my jeans. He starts to jerk me off while he alternates between my nips with his tongue and teeth. He spits on his other hand and uses it to lube my cock. I groan and pull my pants all the way down. I stretch out in my seat and let him take me on a joyride. I do another hit of poppers right before I shoot a huge load all over his hand and my chest. He smiles and kisses my tit lightly. Then he gets up to go wash off my cum.

I smoke some more and time passes. The Brit stumbles out, done for the day. It’s early evening and the place is kind of empty. A tranny comes in and sits in front of me. Soon, one of the young Arab guys who had been sitting up front (I noticed him there the night before, too, and thought he was hot, but assumed he was straight) joined her. He’s got a light beard, sexy body and a cell phone he uses to shine some light on the tranny, illuminating her jerking off her cock, standing up, pulling up her dress, showing off her ass. Turns out he’s using the cell cam to video her, which she seems to love. I lean forward, interested, but it is the Arab guy I want. He looks at me and says something in Dutch. I shake my head. Then in English, showing me the playback on his cell, “you like?” I smile and nod my head. He laughs. I do a hit of poppers and pass him the bottle. He declines. Soon, he gets up and leaves the theatre. A few minutes later, so does the tranny. I light up another joint and space out.

Later, I decide to check out the hallway and a couple of Yeltsins are going at it, but nothing that interests me. I walk back into the theatre as a young, slim Asian dude walks in. It’s dark out now, so he can see without having to wait for his eyes to adjust. I walk up to him, feel his crotch and drop to my knees. I pull a small, cut dick from his pants and go to work on him while I jerk myself off. I come too soon. I sit down. Soon, his cock is in the mouth of another guy who was watching us.

More time passes and I decide to check out the hallway again. The Arab guy with the cell must have in/out privileges or something, because I see him sitting in the front as I walk by, talking to another guy and laughing. In the hallway, the Asian guy is furiously barebacking a thin Yeltsin who's got to be at least 65, pounding his ass with a fierce intensity. I whip out my hardening cock and start to jerk off as I watch, but the Yeltsin getting fucked pushes me away. He wants to be alone. Too bad. I would like to have made out with the Asian guy while he was pounding ass, maybe eaten his ass too. I go back to the theatre and smoke.

The Arab guy sitting in the front gets up and comes back to where I am. He puts his hand in front of my face and opens it. A bottle of poppers. He nods his head, so I take a hit and give it back to him. He gives it back to me and says, “Good, good.” Then he laughs and leaves the theatre again. Thanks man. If I can’t have you, I’ll take the poppers.

It’s now 10:30 and the place closes as 11:30. I’ve been there for 11 hours. Time to go back to the hotel and get something to eat. I only got off twice, and no fucking, but tomorrow is another day. My last.

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