Date: Tue, 16 Aug 2022 15:44:44 +0200 (CEST)
From: secretlondonlife@tutanota.com
Subject: My First Visit To The Astral Cinema

Back in 1992 I was a 19 year old, quite new to London and just
discovering that I needed more than the experiences I had had with girls
up to this point to satisfy my urges. My involvement with other men at
that point was very limited. Some touching and naive humping back in
school days and, since coming to London a few months previously, some
mutual wanking in the urinals of public toilets with the odd guy that had
sidled up next to me.


My fantasies in my head each night though were something else. Images of
cocks filled my head as I lay in the single bed of my shared house in
East London, scenarios of me holding them, sucking on them, maybe more.
It was always older men too that I'd think about. Experienced, horny
older men who'd take control of me and show me what to do. On my single
bed, night after night, I'd lay on a towel naked, one then two of my
fingers covered in body lotion as a rudimentary lube working their way in
and out of my arse as I stroked my cock with my other hand, my mind
fixated on thoughts of thick veiny hard cocks until I was shooting
strings of white spunk all over my chest and stomach, sometimes hitting
my face for me to flick my tongue out to lick the salty taste off my
lips.


This was all before the internet of course. It seemed impossible to try
to find out where I could go to to turn my fantasies into some sort of
reality. The idea of a gay pub wasn't appealing to the 19 year old me;
after all, I didn't want any kind of relationship with a man, just
sexual experiences and in my naive head I imagined that gay pubs were
full of guys wanting to meet a long term partner only! Being totally
closeted, I was also petrified about showing ID with my real name on it
to get in anywhere, not that anyone would care but as a 5'10" slim lad
with very little body hair, I looked younger than my years and figured
there was no way I'd get into any adult place without this ID.


So my sexual experience continued with girls, out with my mates to the
pubs and clubs, picking up women and having a very nice straight sex
life, while the fantasies of other men pretty much remained just that and
the dance of cocks and balls stayed just in my mind.


My temporary work took me into central London one day to an office just
off Oxford Street and in my lunch hour walked down Wardour Street to the
famed Soho area of the city. In those days it was just heading towards
the end of its run as the sleazy, sex based set of streets that it had
started to establish in the 1960s but for me as a teenager, it all looked
so alluring. Amidst the odd remaining peep shows and strip joints was
this adult cinema called Astral 1 & 2. It closed down in the late 90s but
at that time it was open from lunchtime until around midnight and showed
pretty tame X rated straight movies in both screens. You can still find
photos online today of both the inside and outside of the place.


I was immediately turned on not only at the idea of watching a dirty
movie in public but at the thought of what might be going on in there in
those dark rows. I had taken girlfriends to regular cinemas in the past
and done all sorts of things on the back row in the dark. Imagine what
happened here with these kind of films! I thought of the kind of women
that would go there and what could happen. Horny couples that liked to
watch these films that I might be able to watch myself.


I paced back and forth outside, 30 minutes left on my lunch hour before
taking a deep breath and walking straight in, up the kiosk with a
disinterested middle aged man, cigarette in mouth standing behind the
clear plastic screen. Trying to sound as relaxed (and deep voiced) as
possible I said "one please mate" to which he simply said "six quid".
I passed him a ten pound note and he gave me a cloakroom ticket with
Astral printed on, along with 4 pound coins in my change. "Have fun" he
said and gave a small chuckle.


I had no idea what he meant but figured he must mean that the films were
really good so said thanks and headed up the stairs, following the neon
arrows to "Screen 1 and 2". It got darker as a I walked up and was
faced with a men's bathroom on my left then a small corridor leading to
two doors, Screen 1 and 2. I walked up to Screen 1 and pushed my way
inside.


My eyes adjusted to the low light coming from the screen where some very
soft porn was being shown and I saw there were about 10 rows, split by a
walkway. Any thoughts that I had about couples being in there on the back
row went immediately as I saw around 15 people, all men, in random places
all over the theatre. I sat down on the back row quickly to get my
thoughts together. It all felt a very alien place to me and my heart was
racing. It was so far away from my usual life, everything in me wanted to
go...and go quickly. However, I stayed, half frozen in fear more than
anything, and fixed my eyes forward on the screen.


As I started to take in the scene (something about a plumber and a
housewife I think) I was aware of a movement to my right and a guy was
about 4 seats away from me, shifting a little in his seat. I took no
notice but then realised as I scanned the room there were 8 or 10 of the
men in there sitting next to each other in couples or even threes rather
than on their own. I took a further deep breath, both petrified and
thrilled about what was actually going on in there. As I looked back to
my right, the guy 4 seats away from me, a chap of around 40 years old in
what looked in the light as a business suit, sat slightly up so he was
leaning against the back of the seat and I then saw this naked engorged
cock stick out ahead of him, his trousers halfway down his thighs. I
bolted my eyes forward to the screen only to see, one by one, almost
every man in the cinema start to look back at me. They were all older, 30
to 60 years old, all of them with hungry eyes. The chuckle of the guy in
the kiosk all made sense to me as I felt far younger than my 19 years,
and in the eyes of these other men, obviously looked it.


I totally panicked. This was a million miles from my safe fantasies and I
felt so alone, under threat and scared. I bolted out of my seat, through
the screen door, down the stairs to the street, taking deep breaths as I
walked so fast back up Wardour Street to my office, trying not to run. I
felt that I had escaped from an attack of some sort but the further I
walked, the more calm I started to feel and the more rational I viewed
what had just happened. My cock started to stir in my trousers as I
realised this was no threat, no harm to me, it was in fact just exactly
what I had been looking for, what I had been fantasising about in my
single bed. Men. Lots of them. Who all wanted me.


A small smile crept across my lips as arrived at my office and I headed
straight to the men's toilets. Closing a cubicle door behind me I pushed
my trousers down to my ankles, freed my now hard cock and only jerked it
4 or 5 times before I shot my load all over the back of the cubicle door,
ropes of cum jetting out as I realised this incredible place that I had
found.


It was up to me now to be brave, to be ready and to go back to the cinema
again, but this time to stay there.