The entrance was from an old theater, it had a small ramp that ended in a ticket booth. I imagine that in its heyday this theater must have been like many others in the city center, a meeting place for high society where world literature plays were staged or films from other parts of the world were projected; until the country fell into disgrace, the affluent classes left the center and many theaters disappeared; others, like this one, have managed to withstand the passage of time by switching to showing pornography for heterosexuals. In that entrance ramp, long lines would form to see zarzuelas, operas, the attire had to be elegant, the walls clean and the ads very different from the crude pornographic posters that now occupy the walls. I climbed the now empty ramp and rang the bell on the counter. A piece of cardboard was moved and on the other side of the golden gate appeared a woman about 60 years old, with a bad attitude who said - $14,000 (approximately 3 dollars). I paid and a man about 70 years old opened a door made of the same golden gate from the ticket booth. I imagined that the man must be the woman's husband and time has molded the same expression on their faces. The man took the ticket that the woman had given me and pointed with his index finger in one direction while saying, -bathrooms- and then pointing his finger in another direction, -theater-. Following the same order, I entered the bathroom, there were two stalls with urinals and a stall with a door, it smelled of urine. I peed and then headed to the theater.

On the giant screen, a heterosexual pornography film was being projected, two young women were sucking an older man's cock. In the chairs, a few people were seated and at the back of the theater, where I was, some men were standing. I walked down the central aisle almost reaching the screen, whose light dazzled my vision and made it difficult to see clearly what was happening in the dark theater, I could barely make out the silhouettes of the few heads of those seated. Then I crossed to the right and then returned along the aisle at that end of the theater. As I walked backward towards the screen, its light allowed me to see how two men sitting side by side were touching each other's cocks while murmuring something to each other; far away, at the other end of the theater, I noticed a sexual movement and saw a man sodomizing another while three others, standing, watched just a couple of meters away. I readjusted my cock in my pants, it was incredibly hard and big. I walked a little further up and sat in one of the many unoccupied chairs, right next to the aisle that led to the right wall of the theater, and as I sat down, I felt my knees shake, bringing me back to reality and making me aware of how nervous I was. The whole time as I walked and observed, I did it as if in a kind of trance, excited, seeking without knowing what, but seeking. I saw a man walking down the central aisle looking for the exit of the th...