Flash Report! The Summit Street Theater/Bookstore in Warren, OH

Doc here with a quick review from the Summit Bookstore and Theater, as reported by a poster from Yahoo:
Summit Street Theater and Bookstore
645 Summit Street
Warren, OH

Wow what a great time at the Summit last night (June 4th). We had six couples there. We had halfpint, railroader,byggunz, Timmalory, Joanie, and a couple that frequents Summit ,Akron and Foster. Mostly known as the Cum Queen. She loves to do oral and then have guys cum on her tits. I met Joanie and was she ever a hot sexy lady. Three of the couples played and the other I think were just waiting for a chance for the couches. Wish they had more couches. But it was a great night, and this member left quite satisfied.
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I have added The Summit to the June Power Rankings because:

• This past week they have implemented an alert system on certain nights, ala The Paris "Flag" system and CTs "NOWWW" alerts. 

The Good Doctor will have to schedule a "House Call" to that area sometime soon. 

Do you have a report you'd like to see on the pages of The Journal?  Please e-mail The Good Doctor at emiliolizardo1@gmail.com

Thanks,
Doc

Justa Reply is Back! The Kansas City Scene in the 80's

Doc here with another outstanding report from Just-Reply, our intrepid reporter on the Kansas City market.  Take it away, Justa!
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 Back in the 80's there were several adult theaters in Kansas City. The Old Chelsea, The Dove and The Strand (which still exists, sort of) were the major ones. They would sometimes advertise in the back pages of the sports section of the Kansas City Star.

Come the 90s and there was a concerted effort to legislate all such businesses out of existence, yet at the same time the popular culture in general became much more coarse and debased. It's a phenomenon I find curious. Wish I could put my finger on the "why." Maybe in decades past women knew men were just going to be men, regardless, and let it be (and a few took advantage of it). Nowadays we've been stomped with the iron boot of Feminazism and ridiculous, overreaching efforts to "protect the children," even though prime time TV programming flows like raw sewage, "sexting" is the current epidemic, and girls with their ubiquitous "tramp stamps" casually hook up as the in thing to do. If she doesn't, she's like, so gay, girlfriend.

Visiting the Old Chelsea was like a trip back in time. You had to traverse a long, thickly carpeted hallway to reach the theater entrance. The hall was adorned with many large, faded, framed photographs of strippers who had worked the stage in years past; beautiful women in alluring poses wearing see-thru-nothings proudly sporting full muffs and '60s and '70s hairdoos. As is my usual luck, I missed the heyday of that scene, but had a good excuse-- I was a little too young then.

Meanwhile, there was Erotic City~~~

By the time I discovered Erotic City it had already been in full swing for several years. Located in a battered former convenience store, it sported the usual racks of movies, magazines, dildos, lotions, whips, smoking papers and other assorted flotsam common to seedier adult book stores everywhere. It also had a separate lingerie store, a big video booth area in the back, and a second-rate tittie bar upstairs.

The place was in a small slice of unincorporated county between Kansas City and Independence, an area the locals call "Dogpatch," which was home to a couple of junkyards and several run-down gas stations and houses. K.C. and Independence city ordinances did not reach there, which is how the place was able to operate as it did.

Even the hired help was seedy. A string of terminally bored and obnoxious women worked there through the years, some missing teeth, most of them pregnant off and on. Then there was a guy who sat the counter in the evenings. He was probably fifty and looked 70, had unkempt, scraggly slicked back hair, a complexion like burned oatmeal, and always wore a plain white, dirty t-shirt. He looked more like he should have been manning the coatcheck in Hell.

The thing that set Erotic City apart was the freewheeling video booth area. It was pretty much anything goes, and pretty much everything did go on back there. The booth area went through several iterations over the years. Very early on it had a small area of cocktail tables where people could meet and greet. The tables disappeared but then the booth variety got better. It had a mixture of small, one or two person booths, and larger "group" booths. For a few years some of the bigger booths had small, knee-high doors between them which were just big enough to step through and join people on the other side, and certainly big enough to play at if you wanted to remain separate. Several of the smaller booth pairs had glory holes, which appeared and disappeared periodically depending on LEO and county prosecutor focus.

Erotic City was horndog heaven. A constant procession of couples and very, very occasionally, single ladies passed through. There was so much pussy traffic that if you waited for a couple of hours, anytime of the day or night, something would come in you could doink. Many times you never had to wait that long. I went there over my lunch hour for years and if I showed up every day at noon I reliably soaked the sausage on average twice a week, and sometimes more often.

The standard M.O. was~ couple comes in, goes into a booth and shuts the door. You then would ascertain how things were progressing by putting your ear to the door crack. Incidentally, if you arrived late to the party you could usually tell if there was pussy in the booth just by listening at the door crack. Straight movies playing? Check. The booth light turned up a little bit (seen from the door crack underneath)? Check. A chick talking over the movie soundtrack? Check!

Then all you had to do was fight for a place in line and wait for the door to unlock. If the couple came to play, once they got sufficiently warmed up (a few minutes to a few hours later) the door would unlock, you'd go in and partake of whatever flavor of goodness they were up for, and be on your merry way. Repeat when horny.

It seems all good things must inevitably come to an end and so did the video booth heaven at Erotic City. By the mid-nineties several factors combined to run most of the couple traffic off. First, the always present gay crowd began to view the booth area as their personal playground, not to be sullied by the likes of women They'd tell the management the ladies were charging money and get them thrown out. Second, they hired a gay security guard, who, in cahoots with his gay buddies, ran lots of women out of there. Third, AIDS became a nagging worry which scared many off. And fourth, the rise of the Internet made it possible for people to hook up online.

The death knell sounded when some guy began bringing his underage stepdaughter in for gang-bangs. Must've been a phase they were going through as after several episodes they quit coming in. Actually it was like that with most couples. You'd see them frequently for a few weeks or months, then they'd be gone, never to return. Anyway, several years later the stepdaughter outed Mr. Stepfather as to what they'd been up to years earlier during that brief period. Mr. Stepfather went directly to jail, did not pass go, nor did he collect his 200 dollars. That was enough to finally galvanize the county into action and laws were swiftly enacted which effectively killed Erotic City. A sleepy ABS still exists in the original storefront, but the booth area is closed for good.

Gone but not forgotten, as I'm sure many a local hobbyist would attest.

Blast from the Past: Dr. Luv Comments on the NYC scene in the 70's

Doc here with a comment so good that it deserves it's own space to live and breathe.  Dr. Luv (I always appreciate comments from other medical professionals) left this comment in response to this week's "Monday Night at the Movies" feature on Times Square in NYC.  It is all sorts of awesome.  Take it away Dr. Luv:
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The YouTube vid of NYC in the early seventies reminded me of my first trip to New York in 1975 – the start of my own obsession with this “thing of ours”.

Coming from Canada, not only had I never been into a porno movie house (hardcore was illegal here at the time) I’d never seen hardcore pornography of any kind. The friend that I had gone down with suggested that after we checked into our hotel, (the Carter Hotel on west 43rd...still there...still a dump) we might want to peruse the porno.

Intrigued by the idea, I agreed and off we went to the first place we saw around the corner on 42nd street (I think it was the Bryant) paid our admission and found our way to our seats. This was a BIG theatre and was impossibly dark except for the somewhat fuzzy action on the screen. I was transfixed by the graphic sex onscreen and oblivious to my surroundings. After about 10 minutes, our eyes had adjusted to the lack of light and we could better see the dark recesses of the entire theatre. And what we saw blew our tiny little minds.

People were having sex with each other. Men were giving each other blowjobs, women were taking on one man after another and couples were watching, blowing, fucking and revelling in a scene my own imagination had never envisioned could possibly exist. I was like a kid in a candy store and the candy-store clerk had gone outside for a smoke.

There were about 6 couples (this was early on a Friday evening) and at least one single woman plus about 30-40 guys. One couple looked like they had just got off the bus from the farm. I remember he was wearing white shoes, plaid pants, bolo tie and a white short sleeved shirt. She was naked, a big-boned girl, plain with huge floppy tits kneeling backwards on the seat with a black guy fucking her for all he was worth. At the same time, she was sucking off a line-up of guys standing in the row behind her seat.

The reason I remember this so vividly was that her husband wasn’t watching her getting fucked (like we all were) but instead seemed more interested in watching the movie. I remember her swallowing my joint and giving me an enthusiastically sloppy blowjob which (unlike my girlfriend back home) culminated in her swallowing every drop of my baby batter. I had now been in the theatre 20 minutes.

In another part of the theatre, my friend was getting a blowjob from a husband and wife team who were admiring his young body (we were both only 19) and the impressive dimensions of his erection. People were in various state of dress and the smell of poppers (amyl nitrates popular with gay men) permeated the air. I was transfixed. And then the lights came on.

I freaked and went to find my seat followed closely by my friend with his pants still pulled half-way down. What followed was not the police (as I had expected) but a young couple who walked up on stage, pulled over an old mattress and then proceeded to fuck each other- following the positions in the kama sutra from page one to 47. Meanwhile, the entire audience had moved into the first few rows of seats. At some point, the couple finished, stood and were applauded. The lights went back down. Sex amongst the audience continued.

I don’t remember much else of what I did in NYC that first trip – aside from my indoctrination into the cult of theatre sex - but I think I saw the inside of almost every theatre on the strip between Broadway and 8th avenue over the next 4 days.

Since then, I have hunted out every porn theatre on the continent and have seen and participated in head-popping perversions of every variety. But I will always fondly remember that evening in NYC...and how it hooked me into this “thing of ours”.
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What can The Good Doctor say but "Wow!"  Awesome report and trip down memory lane and right into Times Square.
 
Special Note:  Dr. Luv, please contact me directly at emiliolizardo1@gmail.com

Monday Night At The Movies: Times Square In The Late 70's

Doc here with Monday Night At The Movies... Tonight is another short documentary about Times Square in the early 80's.  This feature has some nice close-ups of some of the classic old porn palaces of that era in NYC.

Enjoy.

Doc

Blast From The Past: The Colony in East St. Louis by Justa Reply

Doc here with a Blast From The Past from one of our newest field reporters, Justa Reply.  The Colony Theater & Cocktails has been the subject of several reports, but this one from Justa paints a vivid picture of one of our favorite haunts.

Submitted, for your approval, is Justa's report:
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East St. Louis was several hours away from me, but I made it to The Colony Theater a couple of times in the mid-90s. Haven't been back since, but from reading internet posts here and there I don't think it's changed too much.

The Colony was sort of a combination swinger club/adult theater-- at least it had that feel. Had a bar area with a pool table, and a "couples only" area through a closed door off the bar area. The other end of the building contained three theaters (probably about 150 seats each) and a "couples only", locked theater room (couples had to "rent" a room key when they paid to enter the theater). The whole place was rather run-down-charming in a '70s sort of way. They had one rule-- you had to wear some type of "dress shirt," ostensibly to keep up some sort of standard even though it was a porno palace. Any short of shirt with a collar would do fine.

First time I went I got there too early, later finding out from the regulars the action didn't start until around midnight. Between roaming sessions I periodically stood at the back of the main theater and got to talking to a nice guy and fellow hobbyist. After a while he began periodically asking, rather crossly and to no one in particular, when the action was going to start. I asked him if he'd ever been there and not gotten at least something. He shot a perplexed look off into space for a moment. "No!" he said.

After while a couple ambled into the theater. They went down about half way and the wife, a big boned ole gal, flopped into a seat and promptly started sucking cock. Took about five seconds for her to collect about a dozen guys around her, all with their cocks out getting ready. She didn't do much for me but I did enjoy the spectacle for a bit, and was about to turn away but stopped short-- this little, scrawny, oldish guy, about 5'5" and around 60 years old, pulled out a sausage that made John Holmes look like a piker. While having a "holy shit" moment staring at that massive slab of man-meat, I nearly missed the entrance of the second couple.

A nice looking woman about 40 strode purposefully down the isle, husband in tow. She was just beginning to put on some middle-aged weight but was still attractive and curvy. She quickly walked about five rows down, suddenly turned left and headed down a row, then I saw her cigarette ash glow yellow with one last drag, and she sat down. I took one last look at Horse Cock, then headed up to the newcomers. By the time I got there she had her feet propped on the row of seats in front of her and a guy was already between her legs pumping away. Both tits were exposed and she was reaching up behind her with both hands, stroking a cock in each. Two other hands were squeezing each nipple. I got in line.

I think I was number three or four. When it was my turn her pretty ankle raised up like a railroad gate crossing and I walked in, flopped to my knees and slid home. She'd already been cum in several times by then and that silky-smooth wetness was like erotic heaven. Sensory overload ensued and I quickly hosed another load on top of the existing ones, staggered to my feet, and went out for a breather. Got a drink of water, cooled down, caught my breath, then looked back in. She was still at it with a crowd of guys bunched around her.

By then the sudden, predictable change had come over me and I wasn't horny anymore so I left the theater and hung out in the bar for quite a while. Along about 2:00 A.M. the place started to wind down. I headed out, but took one last look in the main theater on my way. By then most everyone had left, but there was another mid-40-ish gal in there, bent over the back of a seat, with some guy banging into her from behind. Her husband looked on with a grin. She took it for a few minutes, then said, "that's enough. I gotta be in Sunday school in a few hours."
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Thanks Justa for the fine report! 

Do you have a report you'd like to see on the pages of The Journal?  E-mail The Good Doctor at emiliolizardo1@gmail.com.

Thanks,
Doc

Blast From The Past: "The White Limousine" by Brent in Portland

Doc here with a classic Blast From The Past by the poet laureate of "this thing of our's", Brent in Portland.
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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.
 

I'd head first to The Studio where Howard Stern would be playing on the TV in the lobby and the amount of action inside the theater was directly proportional to the number of people hanging out by the concession stand. I'd go into the super clean bathroom (crushed ice in the urinal),clean up a little and then open the doors  to the theater. A sexy prerecorded female voice would welcome me inside the auditorium, where two movies played simultaneously on three screens. The place was always crowded, especially on weekends. There was no couples section so the couples were scattered around the theater Sometimes it was easy to find out where the action was by the crowd clustered around. I don't remember there ever being as much actual fucking and sucking as there is at The Paris- a lot of that would take place in cars in the parking lot behind the building (a form of dogging) or at one of the nearby motels, but I remember there was always something going on.
 

Down the street was The Pussycat Theater. It was older and more run down than The Studio. I remember one night watching a very pretty blond with frizzy hair,and a sexy body fuck and suck about 6 guys right in the middle of the theater. She was very high and very horny and she exuded that high and horny energy that is so endearing. She really didn't care who fucked her or whose dick she sucked and she took no precautions, whatsoever. I still remember how pretty she was. In my minds eye, she was wearing a frilly white dress and had a red ribbon in her hair. Actually she wore a jean skirt and top, both of which she unbuttoned when she sat down. Within ten minutes the guys were on her like saliva on a cigarette.

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
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As always, no one spins a yarn like Brent.  Thanks once again for the contribution.
 
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Doc

Blast From The Past Holiday Special from Old Marine Corps Guy: The Jamie Gillis Story

Doc here with a heart warming Holiday Version of Blast From The Past.  Old Marine Corps Guy (back when he was Young Marine Corps Guy), takes us down memory lane and into the best Jamie Gillis story ever.  Take it away OMCG!
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I remember the Studio and the Pussycat on Beach Blvd and the Mitchell Brothers in Santa Ana, too. All had good action, and lots of it. I think the Pussycat had more action in the theater than the Studio because the older ladies that ran it (yes, ladies ran it....remember??) all knew what was going on and were okay with it. They even had a small room upstairs that they would let people use for "on-the-spot" gangbangs (you ever get up there?) The studio management was not very "play-friendly" and even had one of the counter guys come in and walk the isles with a flashlight. That's why most of the Studio action took place in the parking lot behind the theater.

Probably the most memorable night I had there was at the Pussycat (I know it was sometime in 1976 or 77 because I was stationed at Camp Pendleton then) was when the porn actor, Jamie Gillis, brought in 2 EXTRODINARILY BEAUTIFUL asian women (I spent a lot of time all over the far east and learned to LOVE sexy asian women so this was a REAL turn on for me). I remember it was a week night and not very crowded (must have been only about 10-15 guys and one couple that wasn't doing anything). As soon as Gillis and his two hotties came in ALL of the guys forgot the couple and made a beeline for them. They went down to the front row of the theater, got settled in, and Gillis pulled out some coke and passed it over to the girls and then took some for himself and then told the girls to, "Get the guys heated up", and he settled back to watch the girls.

They started kissing and playing with each other while he (and all the rest of us) played with his unit. Both the girls had those old type jeans that zipped all the way from the front to the back and both of them unzipped completly to expose their pussies, and started taking turns getting down in front of each other and licking each others pussy.

After each of them did each other they both started to give Jamie a "double-blowjob". While he's getting this he's snorting up half of Columbia (REALLY turned me off, but I guess it was the thing to do back then). After he got "his" he told the girls to sit back down and asked the guys who wanted a blowjob to line up in front of which ever girl we liked (I liked both of them...it was a REAL hard choice). Both the girls started sucking and didn't stop until the last man was down. One of them (I think she was Korean) said, "Good to the last drop". After that everyone straightend up and they left.

I'll never forget that girls comment, or that night.
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Have a safe and happy Memorial Day.

Doc

The Return of JaxBchBum! Vegas Adult Theater Report

Doc here with the return of one of favorite field correspondants, JaxBchBum.  Rumor has it he was buried in the sand with no escape until 2 weeks ago, when he ventured to Las Vegas.  His report spotlights one of the newest attractions in Sin City, Deja Vu on Industrial Blvd.

Take it away JaxBchBum:

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Hi Doc,

A couple of quick reports:

Was out in Las Vegas a couple of weeks ago and checked out a new theatre - Deja Vu over on Industrial Blvd on the north end of the Strip (Déjà Vu Showgirls, 3247 Industrial Rd., Las Vegas).

Quite the complex with a huge retail store with fantasy clothing, lotions, vibrators, dildos, videos, etc. Also has a "showgirls" area (didn't venture there as figure it would cost some big $$$). They have a theatre complex as well as an arcade. $10 for entry into the theatre. Go down a hallway off the retail store and get buzzed in to the theatre area. There are 3 theatres. The first theatre on the left shows 2 different m/f films on large flat-screen monitors. All the seats are plush faux-leather chairs. Theatre is perfect size and holds about 20  people. Next theatre adjacent is a little bit bigger and shows 2 m/m or m/TV/CD films. Similar seating but holds about 25 people. At the end of the hallway is another door that leads into the large theatre that must seat about 50 people and some of the chairs actually recline and have cup holders. This theatre has 4 large wall mounted monitors and showing a little bit of everything from m/f, m/m, gangbang, fetish, etc. Place is immaculate and if it isn't brand new, sure looks like it. At night, they have valet parking, but think that is primarily for those going to the Showgirl lounge. You can bypass the valet attendants and drive around back where there is plentiful parkng and a direct entrance into the retail store.

Anyway, visited one weeknight and one weekend night. The weeknight I was there from about 9 - 11pm and the place was virtually deserted. I think there were 2 other guys there during that time and they were both in the gay film room. Couldn't believe how empty the place was. Anyway, returned on Friday night about 9:30 and although it didn't get very crowded, the action certainly got a bit hotter. I checked the theatres out upon arrival and I had the place to myself. Went first into the m/f room and had the theatre all to myself. Was there about 10 minutes and some guys came in and moved around from theatre to theatre before settling into either the m/m theatre or the big theatre. About 10, a m/f couple came in and she looked dressed to play with a tight button-up blouse and a short skirt. They went into the big theatre. I gave them about 10 minutes to get settled and then I went there as well. Came in and the couple had sat down on the third row from the back on the outside aisle. It is a deep theatre with about 7 rows of seats with each row about 7-8 chairs across. There were 2 other guys, both sitting on opposite ends of the back row. One guy had his shorts down around his ankles jacking off. I moved down to the row behind the couple to where I got a pretty good viewing angle between the backs of their seats. It didn't take them long to get started playing with one another as she unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock and he was moving his hands from between her legs under her skirt up over her breasts. After a bit of this foreplay, he unbuttoned her blouse and she removed her bra and he would alternate between rubbing her tits and leaning over and sucking on them. They didn't seem to mind that I was watching. One thing led to another and then she got up knelt down in the chair and bent over sucking his cock. He flipped up the back of her skirt showing she had no panties and began rubbing her ass. After this went on for a bit, she sat back down and he knelt down on the floor and began eating her pussy. She was obviously enjoying it as she would let out these low moans from time to time. One of the guys that had been sitting on the back row came down and stood behind them so he could get a good viewing angle. Then she got up, removed her blouse and skirt,he slid his pants down, sat back down and she rode his cock up and down facing him and watching us watching them. I thought she might reach out and stroke the guy standing on the one side, but never did. He climaxed, they relaxed a bit and then she got dressed and they left. An action packed Friday night - at least for about an hour.

-JaxBchBum
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Another great report from our favorite beach bum.  I might need to send the I-Team out to Vegas soon for an overview of the scene.  Thanks again Jax!

House Call with The Good Doctor: San Diego, Redux

Doc here with the first of a batch of "House Calls with The Good Doctor" that are in the hopper.  Two weeks ago I was on the west coast visiting several patients and attending seminars.  I covered the entire western seaboard, from southern California to the Pacific northwest, before heading back to the valley. Due to time constraints, I was able to cover 2 different adult theater hubs on that trip:  San Diego and Seattle.  Portland would have to wait until next time.

Part 1 of this article will focus on San Diego. The San Diego plan was as follows: Visit all three theaters and see if things were better or worse than the last House Call in April of this year.  The Good Doctor again fired up the Lizardo 3000 rental car and off we headed for stop #1, Adult Depot.

Adult Depot

3489 Kurtz St.

San Diego, CA

Being a Saturday night, my extensive medical training has taught me that the odds were pretty good of a story to report back to you, the good readers of The Journal.  The parking lot at Adult Depot is large and in the rear behind the store itself.  The lot was 2/3 full when I arrived...A good sign. 

Upon entering the theater portion of the facility (two theaters joined by a hallway), there were plenty of guys milling about, but no couples.  After 30 minutes, The Good Doctor picked up his stakes and moved onto destination #2, the Barnett Superstore.

Barnett Avenue Adult Superstore

3610 Barnett Avenue

San Diego, CA

Being such short distance apart, makes the inevitable shuttling back and forth between these two theaters pretty easy.  Barnett is easily the nicest and largest of the 3 theaters in SD.  Two seperate theaters, with 35-40 full size leather recliners.  Not too shabby. 

Walking into the theater area (you need to be buzzed in, another nice feature all 3 SD theaters have), there was an ecletic mix of guys, two TV/TG's, and a couple sitting in the back row.  They must have just gotten there before me, since they were just settling into their seats (which I later spotted to be a bench instead of the recliners mentioned earlier).

I entered the theater and sat in the row in front of them, keeping a very safe distance.  Afterall, I was there to observe and report (my duty to The Journal).  After a few minutes, an older guy sat next to them.  He was much more interested in watching than anything else, and he lasted 10 minutes or so before moving on.  Next up on deck was a younger guy who sat next to them, and decided to put on a show for the couple instead of vice-versa.  They seemed to ignore him, and within a few minutes, the guy and woman changed places on the bench.  It was nicely coreographed, and they didn't miss a beat in the switch-a-roo.  This seemed to puzzle the younger guy and he moved away.

Next up to plate was an older guy, who looked like Robert DeNiro in "Heat".  This guy moved much more deliberately, and slowly started rubbing the woman's leg as her guy began to lick her shaved pussy.  (At this point of time, I will usually point out a celebrity look-a-like for the woman in a scenario.  It took awhile to come up with one, but I'd say a slightly heavier Bonnie Hunt is pretty close. She was wearing a black dress and no panties from what my trained eye could see.).  The heat was cranking up, and the peanut gallery (minus the TV/TGs, who were busy amongst themselves) moved in for a closer look. 

The younger guy re-appeared and positioned himself between Bonnie's legs and began to finger fuck her very wet pussy (the squishing sounds were great).  I assumed he was getting into position to mount her, but he pulled away and moved aside (I later noticed he was probably more interested in guys than Bonnie...Enough said). 

It was at this juncture that Robert DeNiro made his play...Bonnie was laying down on the bench now, with her head propped up a bit on something.  DeNiro moved in and planted his cock into Bonnie's mouth, getting quite the treatment from her, including an apparent aggressive face fucking..  This went on for a bit, and then after some whispering between the two he put on a condom and as we say, DeNiro was off to the races. 

After the deed was completed, DeNiro and Bonnie exchanged parting pleasantries, and the next gentleman took over.  This scene repeated itself 2 more times before Bonnie and her guy were content.

The Good Doctor, ever the efficient time-manager, noted that he needed to vacate and head to #3 on the SD theater list, The Jolar.

The Jolar Cinema

6321 University Avenue

San Diego

The Jolar is an interesting place, from The Good Doctor's perspective.  The front of the facility is an ABS.  They also have live booth girls, who will entertain you through a thick piece of glass.  Travel through thr portal from the ABS, and down the hallway, you will be buzzed into the theater.  The set-up is almost identical to the theater set-up inside Deja-Vu in Las Vegas.  Two theaters, side-by-side, again with leather recliners.  One theater is twice the size of the other (30 seats versus 15 seats).

Saturday night couples are free.  Only one problem...No couples were there when I made my guest appearance.  There were more than a few single guys, milling about, waiting for a two-some taking advantage of the freebie.  Unfortunately that night between 10:30 and 11:30, there were no takers.

The evening started with much promise, but ended with a wimper.

The "vibe" was off that evening.  Brent in Portland and I have had many discussions about the "vibe" inside adult theaters...It's either there, or it isn't.  The vibe inside the old Jefferson in Portland was awesome.  Same with The Paris, and at times, The Oregon in Portland also carries a strong vibe.  Tonight, in San Diego, outside of the DeNiro/Bonnie encounter, the vibe was missing.  Mileage always varies when it comes to "this thing of our's".

Adult Depot: Recommended

Barnett Superstore: Highly Recommended

Jolar Cinema: Has potential, but the lesser of the 3 San Diego theaters

The Good Doctor will be back in the San Diego area next month, where I will once again make a house call and check in on it's theaters.

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Flash Announcement: CTs Adult Theater in Gary, IN

A Public Service Announcement by The Good Doctor*

CT's Adult Bookstore and Theater
4620 West Industrial Hwy.
Gary, Indiana 46406
Phone # (219) 944-3773

*Not responsible for cancellation or no-show.  I'm a doctor, not a party planner.

Have fun!

Doc