At the end of February, I went to Barcelona for a few days. Since it was a planned trip, I looked for information about the things that interested me and what I could do in Barcelona. I was, obviously, thinking about sex.

I read in a blog that the Arenas cinema was a suitable place to have sex with mature men, very mature men. Based on everything that was said in the blog, I had no doubt that it was the place I was looking for: eroticism and men, mature men.

Following the instructions, the description of the place and the habits of the patrons, it wasn't difficult for me to know what to do and how to act in the first moments. To start, I left my things in the cloakroom. It was a very cold day, and I had to keep a sweat suit jacket on. The sweat suit served, on the other hand, to carry in one of its pockets the condoms and lubricant that I had bought on the way to the cinema. My intention, my desire, was to have sex with men over 60 (I'm 47, and grandfathers turn me on very much); any kind of sex, since the excitement of having sex in a cinema again was considerable. In a cinema, a man milked me for the first time. For that day, I had put on a thong and a rubber ring around my genitals.

Once I left the cloakroom, I entered the cinema through the bar area. According to what I had read, it seemed like a good place to be seen, and the bathrooms were a good spot for the audience to take advantage of me if they wanted to. I spent some time drinking a beer, watching the porn video, and, above all, trying to calm myself down, since I was very nervous. Hot but nervous.

After I finished the beer, I entered what was properly the cinema. I walked around the room, saw the small porn cinema, the dark room. I was, little by little, getting to know the place, internalizing its corners, and trying to discover where I could fulfill my desires. After a few turns, I positioned myself in the back of the projection room, in a hallway that ended at the back door, just on the opposite side of the entrance to the porn cinema.

From that place, I could observe what people were doing while I calmed down. It was around 6 pm, and there was a considerable crowd. To my delight, most of them were very mature men, over 60 years old.

I observed that in the back of the room – next to the wall where the projector window is and in the last rows of seats – there were a lot of people and a lot of movement: I could guess couples kissing, rubbing body against body, sucking each other's cocks, and groups of curious onlookers surrounding them. The scene pleased me, and I started to feel a tingling sensation in my genitals and ass. Once the back area cleared out, I left my position in the lateral hallway and went to sit against the wall, near the corner located on the opposite side of the mini-cinema entrance. I leaned against the wall and crossed my hands behind my buttocks.

After a short time of being there, men started to...