Doc here with a fantastic Blast From The Past from a true veteran of the Portland scene, John Boy. The Jefferson Theater was a legendary adult theater that met it's demise prematurely and unnecessarily. It still stands today, empty, as does the rest of the block it sits on. Gentrification? What gentrification?
What is left of The Jefferson Theater are stories like this one by John Boy... So hop in the Wayback Machine, and enjoy this tale...
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I met a gorgeously fucktastic Sioux lady I've played with before, but she was very short on time. After a quick dinner at the pub next door, off we went into the couples section of Portland's notorious Jefferson Theater. (I had tried to message into the PTA group, but my e-mail service was being pissy and would not for some reason relay the message I wanted to post... For she LOVES More Cock, all at once.)
We hugged and embraced as friends do, and then as I nibbled her earlobe, she reached down to cup my hardness and unzipped me with a speed betraying a great thirst, and a terrible hunger for cock. As she drew me in, I fondled her breasts, and then peeled down her tight white top; geeze, for a 45 y.o. grandmother, she's got a *wonderful* body.
After she sucked, licked and suctioned me to hardness, I told her to stand and strip. Juice already showed, in glistening droplets around her pussy, so I quickly mounted her doggie-style. Fondling one nipple while I also reached around to shake and vibrate her clit, she came, and came again, quickly reaching the vaginal gushing slickness that, just like the puddle of pussy juice I felt and heard,
told me she was ready for the next step.
Out I pulled, and backed away slightly, she leaned over and grabbed both of her cheeks in her lovely, shaking hands. She spread her cheeks, widened her stance, arched down more, presenting her ass, the better for me to puncture her ass.
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| Jefferson Theater circa 1982 |
As she likes, I pulled out, turned her around and sprayed her tits. I then pulled her to me in full embrace to grind against her hot quivering nakedness, with only my sperm and her cum juice to keep us apart. Then, clean up ('leave your campsite as clean as you found it'), dress, and take her back to the Yellow Max for her wobbly-legged trip home to an unappreciative lout of a husband who has NO idea of how hot she is.
We've had threesomes, fivesomes, DPs and more, there, at the late Club XES and at the ACE. But this simple fast-fuck, not the gourmet sex we prefer, was still marvelous.
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Doc here again... There are a million stories in The Naked City of Portland, and this was one of them. Thank you to John Boy, who I had the pleasure of meeting several years ago during one of my first trips to Portland. Hopefully this will be the first of many to come.
Do you have a Blast From The Past you'd like to see on the pages of The Journal of Adult Theaters? Just e-mail
Seems fair, doesn't it?
Thanks,
Doc
