I'd walked past the Grand Central Cinema on a few occasions, but never plucked up the courage to enter.
There was, however, nothing very grand about the small cinema from the outside.
The fascia was faded, a lot of the lights didn't work and the glass doors had a cracked pane, held together with tape. Like many independents it couldn't keep up with the large chain cinemas, so to stay open, it had resorted to showing porn.
I'm Adam, 21 and never seen a porn film. I moved to the city from the country 6 months ago for work, finding life a culture shock after my rural upbringing.
I'm tall, dark haired and what my Dad refers to as well built, with a lot of hard muscle earned by working outside in his fencing business.
Everyone at work gossiped about who was shagging who, how this guy got a blow job from Tracy in accounts and which boss was rumoured to be gay.
A world away from my life, who'd never had sex and hadn't yet decided if I preferred men or women.
Anyway today I was determined to go and see my first porn movie, so went up the steps and through the doors, before I had time to change my mind.
There were quite a few older men hanging around the lobby waiting to go in.
The woman in the ticket booth looked like someone's gran and she smiled at me as she handed me my ticket.
"First time, dear?"
I nodded, feeling slightly nervous.
"Just wait here till they open the theatre doors at 2 o'clock. Tell you what I'll get Frank to look after you, he's a regular."
She proceeded to call his name loudly and an elderly man in a raincoat came across. He had a full head of silver hair and alert blue eyes, still handsome for his age.
"I'm not deaf, Sally. What do you want?"
"This young man hasn't been here before. I want you to look after him."
"No problem. What's your name, son?"
"Adam."
"Nice to meet you, Adam. You'll be okay with me and Charlie. He's in the gents."
I had a look around the foyer and spotted a poster of a blonde woman in a bikini with impossibly large boobs and a hunky dark haired guy dressed as a lifeguard, showing a massive bulge in his tiny shorts.
Frank saw where I was looking
"That's Marlene Miller, she's one of my favourites. You'll like her, especially when her boobies start bouncing around when she's on top of him."
I smiled politely.
"Who's the guy?"
"Oh, that's Randy Dickson. They're often paired together. He's hung like a horse."
"You seem to know a lot about them Frank."
"Well I come here most days since my wife died. Gives me something to do and a bit of relaxation. Oh here's Charlie at last."
Another older man approached, thin with close cropped grey hair and a little beard, dressed in jeans and a windcheater.