I'd already discovered the pleasures of cinema cock fun over in Glasgow and was always on the lookout for dirty cinemas when visiting elsewhere. It must have been in 1985 when I happened to be passing through Edinburgh and went to the Classic on Clerk Street. Within a couple of minutes of sitting down in the back row, an older guy had unzipped my cock and was wanking me off. No idea what he looked like but over 40 years later I can still remember the roughness of the skin on his hands combined with the gentleness of his touch as he expertly brought me to massive orgasm. Unfortunately by the time I was next in Edinburgh, the Classic had become a bingo hall. A few years back, I went there to see an Edinburgh Fringe show (my first time inside since 1985) and did wonder how many of the audience knew what had gone on in their seats when it was a cinema.
