Doc here with a classic Blast From The Past by the poet laureate of "this thing of our's", Brent in Portland.
Brent at home, circa 2010
This little post is about The Pussycat and The Studio Theaters in Buena Park, California, back in the early 1990s . I would drive down from Visalia listening to "Welcome To The Boomtown" and would feel a rush of adrenaline as I drove over The Grapevine down I-5 through Los Angeles traffic to The Beach Blvd exit.
Another time a man pulled up to The Pussycat in a white limousine. He brought a lady into the theater where they played for a while and met another couple. The four of them played in the theater and the action was just getting good, when, suddenly, they decided to move the party to the Cadillac. I'm not sure how it came to pass (I think I begged) but I, along with a few other guys from the theater, ended up back in the limo watching the couple that had been in the theater fuck and suck each other while animal porn played on the VCR. The man who owned the limo asked this pretty model- like black girl (where did she come from?) if she wanted to suck my dick. I don't recall if she was his girl friend or what- but she bent over and started sucking my Johnson. As soon as I got off they drove me back to my car. I really didn't want to leave the party but it was obvious, by the open door and the foot kicking my ass, that they wanted me to leave. Oh, well. That was one hell of a consolation prize. I got into my car and started to drive, imagining the orgy that was going on inside that white limousine
As always, no one spins a yarn like Brent. Thanks once again for the contribution.
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