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I chose a Wednesday night, early on, before th night trade started queuing up. It didn't take long before I saw him duck behind his curtain. A quick cross-the-street, bent low as I passed his window & into the propped open door. Confusion at first, then a turn right down a corridor past the restrooms until I came to a curtained doorway with a staircase adjacent going up & light-signed "Balcony". I paused, heard a distant cough back at the entry, & took the stairs up into darkness.
My heart was beating faster than it should for such a short flight of stairs. At the curtained entry at the top, the sound of cinematic voices beyond, I paused again, peaked through to a dark flickering interior then side stepped in & to the left until I bumped into a seat arm, making a surprised "ouch" sound & going down on one knee, my thigh smarting from the hit, then moving along behind the seat row in front, my eyes scanning for an inconspicuous spot before any heads turned.
At first I was anxiously surveying the immediate seating area, fearing discovery & expulsion. An almost empty screening room presented itself however, with a few solitary male patrons sprinkled across the lower seating space, & two couples (one a man & woman, the other I wasn't sure) some distance apart, in the front balcony rows just below me. As I saw they were either focused on the movie or themselves & not on me I began to relax, scanned my surroundings, then followed their attention onto the big screen. It was like a magnet, immediately holding all my attention.
A couple on the screen were doing what I more or less imagined my grandma & grandpa did when I sometimes heard them in their bedroom at night (not difficult to imagine because the couple in the film were about the same age as my grandparents who were raising me). But.. surprisingly for me, there was another person, a girl, standing naked next to their bed, watching them while touching herself. The couple paused their sex, gestured to her, then drew her down onto the bed next to them. The man, on his back, half raised himself & began passionately kissing the girl as the woman, on top, began moving on him again. This was new for me & enticing enough, but after a few moments the woman reached out & drew the girl's head toward hers. As they came face to face then closer, their mouths opened to each other as mine slowly dropped in unconscious emulation... their kissing was as passionate, if not more so, as with the man.
From the corner of my eye I noticed the 'uncertain' couple, both their earrings catching & flashing light from the screen, kissing in a like manner. The girl in the film.. I was sure she must be of age, the theater being a public & law abiding place, but her body was like that of someone much younger, with almost no breasts, no makeup, a schoolgirl's hairstyle, & like me almost no hair down below. Their female kissing was non-stop & continued through an unexpected shaking of the image as the camera was relocated onto what looked like a table, its edge just showing at the bottom of the frame. Then, stepping out in front of the camera a younger man, maybe mid thirties, undressing himself as he walked toward, then behind the bed.
There wasn't much to remove.. socks reached & pulled off, a shirt fell from shoulders to floor as he rounded the bed, a black thong slipped off, held a moment, then dropped onto the older man's chest. Finally, a wristwatch slipped off past a hand-held remote-controller. By now he was naked, standing on the far side of the bed, behind the unbroken kissing & sexing, looking toward a large TV screen partly visible in the film's frame. As he watched it his hand worked the remote & the camera image adjusted, first in height then in zoom until he seemed satisfied with the image's aspect. Up to this point I had been more mentally excited than physically aroused, though my chest was atingle, my breathe coming in short takes, & my mouth still half open. But now, seeing the man naked, with his sex so close as to be touching the older man, I felt a slow but insistent erection coming on, pinching itself uncomfortably in my buttoned-up jeans. Unlike in school at the end of a class when I would bite my lip & think of other things to avoid the embarrassment of it showing when I got up to leave, here it didn't even occur to me to suppress it.
With the theater's darkness, its anonymity, the compressed but pleasurable pain in my genitals, I just let it grow.. no, not just let it grow, but taking my eyes off the screen I slouched forward in my seat, loosened my belt to pull the waistband down from waist to hips, giving it space to fill out. The film was zooming, drawing my attention back... to a frame almost completely filled with the pelvis of the standing man, his belly, genitals & thighs covered in a lace of dark fine hair, while that of the older man's was absent of any hair. The older woman's foot was in the lower left of the screen, the rest of her body & that of the girl out of the frame. Then a quickening of my posture & a pulse in my groin as the younger man brought his face down close to the older man &, as with the woman & girl, began a long, slow & forceful, if less passionate, kissing session. I became instantly hard. My cock pulsed, wetting my thigh like the last drops of pee that drizzle out after you pull up your pants. Without thinking, my hand was finding its way inside my waistband...