A Discovery

When I enter a moviehouse, one of the very first things I do is to check the rest room for some action. Last night at the Times moviehouse, my visit to the rest room gave me a new insight on the games that people play.

I didn't step in as I opened the door of the rest room. I just peeked inside, checking if there were people around and if there was some action going on or if something was brewing. Instead I caught this:

"Sige! Itinatago mo na sa akin yan," the tall (about 6' 2") straight-acting and mestizo-looking guy (whom I shall call Tisoy in this entry) said in a pained tone as he descended the steps. Tisoy was talking to an old man (who will be known as Oldie in this entry) taking a pee at the urinal nearest the door. Oldie looked over 60 years old, was in flip flops and seemed to be wearing yesterday's clothes--a printed t-shirt and walking shorts, both a little soiled.

Before Tisoy blurted out those words, I saw Oldie make an effort to hide his dick when Tisoy tried to take a peek at his member. I missed the other parts of the conversation as I closed the door behind me since I didn't want to intrude. But I stayed where I was, just turning around and choosing to survey my playing field for the night. I had wanted to know where to go before I began walking around again. But my eyes had not adjusted to the darkness so I could not find people making out in their seats.

The door behind me suddenly opened and voices rang out, voices I recognized as coming from the two persons I chanced into at the rest room.

"Basta pakainin mo ako," Oldie said.

"Oo," Tisoy replied in a reassuring tone.

"Sa Greenwich ha!" Oldie pleaded.

"Oo sabi," Tisoy answered, a little peeved. "Kasama mo ba asawa mo?"

"Hindi," Oldie answered. "Ok. Labas tayo mamaya," Tisoy said as he ended the conversation.

Once outside the rest room, they began looking for a place to make out. They didn't go far, choosing to take the second and third seats of the second row from the restroom. Upon sitting, Tisoy gave his mobile phone to the older guy who began viewing something on it. Unable to see what Oldie was watching, I walked around and stood around behind them. I saw that Oldie was viewing a porn clip showing a very well-hung Negro receiving a blow job from a white woman. Later on, the porn artists settled in a missionary position.

Meanwhile, Tisoy had begun doing a hand job on Oldie. While at this, they were conversing. Later on, Tisoy gave him a fellatio. Oldie at this time had stopped viewing the clip. He had rested his head on the back rest and closed his eyes. He moved his head from side to side and moaned, enjoying every moment of the blow job. Before long, Oldie came. A few moments later, they left their seats as I left my own position to look for another pair to watch.

The "Basta,-pakainin-mo-ako part" was very revealing to me. I had thought that people in their advanced years who still go for same-sex release inside moviehouses are there for the simple pleasure of the orgasm. They are old, and they must have gotten over whatever sense of self-deprivation they must have suffered in their younger years. But this old man was different. He felt deprived. He was willing to engage in man-to-man sex in exchange for Greenwich food. Is he unique or are there people around who are very much like him in the moviehouses?