mere fog of pornographic half-light. Everything in the theatre was in clear view, every action was visible from this vantage point. So, exactly what action was being taken, or would take place, was what had to be decided. Had the guy way down front moved closer, stood up, or taken some obvious action to draw attention? What was the guy directly in front of me thinking or doing? And the two men sitting one behind the other in the guarded section of the side rows with their cocks out, what was happening with them in the midst of a tall toned buckassed redhead?

Down front guy had not moved, well except to almost sit backwards in his seat to see what was happening back here. I leaned forward to look into the lap of the guy in front of me; his pants were down around his knees, his cock was bouncing in front of him, and he was playing with his nipples, the squeezing obvious. The two guys to my right: well … one was motioning for me to move closer to him. The other had his shorts off and was getting up out of his seat. As I moved towards the one motioning, the other guy intersected and landed up against the back wall of the theatre, partially hidden from most of the room by the column. He also kept me from getting close to the guy who was motioning. No problem, I thought; I'll make them both want us all to play.

I propelled myself off the back wall, and began to walk down the side aisle of the theatre, my cock hard and waving, my ass moving with each step, giving me that completely overwhelming feeling of naked power, intensity, and appeal. At the front of the theatre, I turned in front of the screen to walk by the down front guy and give him a thrill. He was acting as if he was still interested in the back of the room, but he kept glancing towards me anyway. I smiled as I walked past him; he reached to touch me, but I had gotten past him so his hand only slipped over the back of one thigh.

I turned as if to walk back up the opposite aisle, but abruptly turned into a side aisle seat and plopped down. Break time, I thought. This will make the guys in the back crazy. But I didn't know what it did, because I just leaned back in the seat and tried to watch the really lousy porn on the screen. I wanted to just ignore the room for 20 or so minutes, but this really was the worst porn you could ever try to sit through. Maybe a nap, I wondered. Nah; I'm too horny to relax. Not more than five minutes later I stood up, my cock had relaxed, and I did indeed walk back up the aisle, this one on the same side of the theater as the door.

Squinted eyes … damned that blinding white fluorescent light from the lobby! The door had swung open to let another man, and that light, in. I suppose my pale Irish skin shone in the burst of light. I smiled at the thought. I continued walking towards the back of the theater, excusing myself as he came down the aisle and bumped into me -- his eyes not adjusted to the light, but his hands aware that they had met exposed flesh.

The layout of the back of the theater had changed only