Simon boldly goes

Having decided that he has nothing to lose but this particularly dull Wednesday afternoon, Simon screws up his courage, buys a ticket and goes in. Once his eyes become accustomed to the gloom of the auditorium, he sees that this cinema's sparse clientele is pretty much as he feared it would be. It's exclusively male and middle-aged, or older. A few men are sitting in pairs but most are squatting in sordid isolation as they ogle what's on the screen. On turning his attention to the screen, Simon swiftly sees why and readily joins in with the communal ogling. Women are up there. A whole succession of them as the afternoon progresses. One after another, they either get made love to, **** or murdered for these old letcher's delectation. Either way, none of the women seem to keep their clothes on for very long.

At the moment, Simon's watching a French western in which a gang of bandits are hiding out in some remote cabin, having first shot dead the man of the shack. Currently, the gang are engaged in **** the man's wife and daughter. What with the grunting of the rapists, the impatient comments and urgings of other gang members waiting their turn plus the screaming and pleading of their victims, Simon doesn't hear the man slip into the seat adjacent to his. However, his peripheral vision does detect some nearby movement so he instinctively turns to see what's occuring. He's greeted by the sight of a man in his fifties ritually spreading his none too clean looking raincoat over his lap. Meanwhile, back at the cabin, three of the bandits are dragging the naked mother outside since, if the subtitles are to be believed, they don't want to make a mess of the place when they "fill her full of lead." Simon's mildly shocked to discover that he's finding the **** here as much of a turn-on as the sex, until he realises that the **** is actually part of the sex, so maybe he's not a pervert after all.

Glancing at his neighbour, Simon can't help but notice that there is movement going on under that carefully draped raincoat that's wholely consistent with a man tossing himself off. 'Wow' he thinks, 'that's brave!' A salvo of pistol shots then draws his attention back to the screen in time to a nude middle aged actress jerking away in the dust as if eighteen bullets really were penetrating her in quick succession, setting her voluptuous breasts all a-quiver. 'Worth the price of admission alone, that' is Simon's mental comment. The three shootists then return to the cabin where straws are being drawn to see who gets to strangle the daughter. This solemn procedure is carried out even as the distressed girl stands amongst them pleading for her life. Clearly, the men aren't listening to her. Simon is really turned on now by the propect of watching a pretty young girl getting snuffed and finds himself having to adjust both his position and his clothing so as to accommodate his fully engorged penis more comfortably. His neighbour spots this immediately. Of course he does; he's been waiting for it. Without saying a word, the stranger spreads his raincoat out so that it now covers both their laps. It's a clear and open invitation for Simon to join in with the mass masturbation he's sure must be going on all around him. Well, why not? Where's the harm?. Surreptitiously, Simon sneaks his erection out of his pants and begins to fondle himself whilst simultaneously, many hands grab the girl the hold her still while her lucky killer is carefully placing his hands around her slender undefended throat.

Suddenly, Simon's masturbating hand is grabbed by his neighbour who then proceeds, with gentle firmness, to place it on his own cock. The stranger's hand then returns to Simon's penis and starts to wank him. Not knowing what else to do, Simon reciprocates. He's never touched another man's cock before. The very idea is alien to him. It feels weired, unnatural, shocking even. His heart is pounding wildly in his chest when he first forces his fingers to close around the hot, thick throbbing monster hidden under the coat and begin to pump it; pump it with the same, steady rhythm he himself is being pumped. But then the magic really begins to happen. The delicious sexual tension a another man's hand manipulating his cock is generating in Simon's loins begins to spread over him like a metaphysical dirty raincoat in a porn show. Excitement replaces fear; especially so as he watches the struggling, **** girl sink to the floor as the murderer's grip on her slim neck takes its remorseless toll. From here on, her naked writhings are viewed through a forest of men's fully clothed legs as the camera pulls back out of the cabin and beyond. As the credits begin to roll, it's to the soundtrack of the dying girl's legs and feet drumming and scuffling on bare floor boards.

It's at this precise moment when the stranger stops wanking Simon, leans over to him and wispers in a deep, course voice, "men's toilet in the foyer. Two minutes!" He concludes his message by briefly but forcibly sticking his warm, wet tongue into Simon's ear.

By the time Simon has recovered from this unexpected turn of events, the man has gone, taking his raincoat with him, thus leaving Simon's erection exposed to both the elements and the lascivious gaze of at least two other guys sat nearby. Simon's knee-jerk reaction is to hurriedly cover himself up, followed by asking himself the inevitable but urgent question, 'what the fuck am I going to do now?'