Date: Tue, 5 Feb 2008 14:33:21 -0800 (PST) From: Rob Hoek Subject: Afternoon Movie Another fictional outpouring from the over active mind of storyguy22. All usual disclaimers apply. Comments always appreciated at the email below. Twelve year old Scotty's heart was hammering in his chest so heavily that he could hear the rapid beats echoing as dull thuds in his ears. Every muscle in his slender young body was wound as tightly as an eight-day clock, and he was scarcely breathing, as his unchanged voice made tiny squeaking sounds that slipped from between his tightly clenched teeth. His mind was screaming silently at him to call out, or to simply bolt from his seat and run as fast and as far as he could to escape the man who sat next to him in the dark and mostly deserted movie theater. The conflict was that while his mind obviously knew what would be the correct action on his part, his young body disagreed, and, at the moment his body seemed to have the priority, as it worked its spell over his mind, and made him do nothing, to simply sit frozen in his seat while the man continued to fondle his exceedingly erect little boyhood, and alternately prod his aching little balls. Scotty had never experienced such intense feelings of pleasure as those that now coursed through his slightly trembling body and his four inch penis had never been as stiff as it was at this very moment, as the much older man continued to grope him. His small balls actually ached in a very good sort of way, and he found himself longing for the mans meaty fingers to probe his crinkled little pouch some more, and to light off that amazing tingling feeling that made him dizzy with pleasure. As if reading his thoughts, the man stopped squeezing his boner right then, and let his thick fingers drop down to manipulate his balls, and Scotty reflexively pushed his thin, bare legs wider as his tiny butt arched upward off the padded seat, allowing the groping man better access to his tender nuggets. The man chuckled softly, his warm breath washing over Scotty's ear, as the man moved his slightly sour smelling mouth right against his ear and whispered for him to raise up a bit more, as he fingered his tingling little balls, and told him what a good, and sexy boy he was being for him. Scotty let out a low moaning sound as the man circled his small sac with finger and thumb, tugging gently, and driving Scotty crazy with the feelings the action elicited from deep within his trembling body. His brain cried out once more, telling him to stand up, and run, at the same time his body willed him to comply with the man's direction, and he did just that, hoisting his pert little bottom off the seat. Scotty was fully aware of what was happening to him, the word "molested" flashing brightly behind his closed eyelids like a neon cue card, and the countless warnings against this very thing that had been repeated by his parents, his teachers, and his preacher throughout his young life all but screamed inside his head as he sensed the man's thick fingers tugging at his shorts, and his small white briefs, as he furtively worked the small garments down his coltish smooth legs all the way to his ankles. The man uttered a low sound deep in his chest and his sour breath once more washed over Scotty's flushed face as he paused to feast his hungry gaze upon the young boy's now naked lower body, and the pulsing young erection that jutted proudly off his smooth, white groin. The taut little pouch was cradled below the rigid penis, a lovely pink bag of hairless and wrinkled flesh that bulged fully with the weight of his ample young balls. Scotty very nearly yelped out loud as the man's fingers wound into the hem of his tee shirt then, and slid it up toward his chest, baring his soft little tummy, and the tiny brown nubs of his little nipples to the cool air of the theater. The man made that sound again, as his heavy hand pressed against the flat of Scotty's smooth chest, causing the boy to sink back against the chair back, his arms falling weakly at his sides. The man grunted again, and then trailed his rough fingers over the twin dots of Scotty's nipples, tweaking the sensitive nubs, as Scotty caught his ragged breath in his throat, and arched his back forward to meet the source of the breath-taking stimulus that flooded over him. Sensing the boy's pleasure, and mounting excitement at being touched, the man chuckled softly, then, bent down and washed each tiny nipple with his wet tongue, causing Scotty to squirm in his seat, and utter a low groaning sound. Once more Scotty's brain willed him to flee, or to call out for help, but the thought was quickly overwhelmed by the sudden jolt of pure pleasure that racked him as the man's wide hand once more closed firmly around the stalk of his throbbing erection, and gently stroked it up and down, setting the boy's trembling body on fire once more so that he was helpless to do anything but kick away the garments gathered at his ankles, and widely spread his lean legs in an unspoken offering for the man to do whatever he wished. Instantly seizing on the proffered opportunity, the man boldly continued to fondle the young penis and tender balls, his hand moving expertly over the boy's sculpted treasures relentlessly as the fingers of his other hand glided lightly over the milky smooth inner thighs. Scotty was gasping now, his young balls so alive with tingles that he feared they might simply explode, and he gasped loudly as the man abandoned his now very stiff little nipples, and trailed his wet tongue downward over his soft little tummy, pausing to dip it into his tiny navel before moving on, to lap at the half dozen silky hairs that had recently emerged on his satiny groin just at the root of his penis. Scotty slid even lower in his seat, his knees jutted outward as he opened his thighs as widely as possible in the confines of the theater seat, and he shuddered, feeling the man's warm breath washing over the glassy smooth head of his neatly circumcised penis. He shuddered again, his tiny bottom lifting clear off the seat cushion, as the man washed his wet tongue over the smooth helmet, and then took the entire thing inside his warm, wet mouth. Scotty's heart threatened to erupt from his heaving chest, and his jaw sagged open, his saliva trailing from the corner of his gaping mouth, as the man began sucking him, his head bobbing rhythmically in his lap as the thick fingers toyed with his taut pouch, rolling the small marbles within. Gasping loudly, Scotty literally swooned in dizziness, the sensations flooding over his lithe young body unequaled in all his twelve and a half years of living, and he worried that he might simply pass out, or even die, from sensory overload. The noisy slurping sounds, and the repeated low moans that emanated from the man as he bobbed steadily over Scotty's pulsing boyhood seemed to Scotty to be far too loud for their delicate surroundings, and a tiny corner of his brain registered the inkling of fear of detection, but the thought was quickly pushed aside, as the remainder of his conscious thought absorbed the fact that he had never, not ever, felt anything as amazingly good as this. He looked down into his lap again, still completely incredulous that anyone would actually want to take his penis into his mouth, while he knew at the same time that he would be eternally grateful to this man for introducing him to such abject joy. The other thought that nagged at his thought process was that he was about to experience that most wonderful of all sensations that he had recently discovered always consumed him when he over-stimulated his rigid little penis. That thought was quickly followed by a sense of alarm that when the magic moment arrived, and it was definitely emanate, his recently manufactured offering of young sperm was going to deposit itself into this mans mouth, and he worried that it might anger the man if he did that. Feeling the dam already breaking somewhere deep in his small balls, Scotty tugged frantically at the man's bobbing head as he tried to warn him of the impending eruption. His tiny little butt bucked then, driving his swelling nail deeper into the man's mouth as he tried to verbalize the stunning sensations that washed over his trembling body, but no words were formed, and the man seemed to simply intensify his sucking as his fingers kneaded Scotty's erupting young balls. With a low growl, Scotty surrendered completely to the intensity of his orgasm, and he felt his penis spasm, as his creamy essence jetted repeatedly into the man's mouth. Scotty slumped back into his seat, scarcely believing that the man had not only accepted his complete offering inside his mouth, but that he had apparently swallowed it all, as well. Scotty savored the lingering tingles of his intense orgasm, as he looked down once again, and shuddered, as he watched the man happily lick away the spillage from his generous offering of boy-honey, his wide tongue making long swipes over his now wilting boyhood, and his sperm soaked ball sac. Finally, the man sat up, and grinned widely at the still breathless boy beside him, as he effused repeatedly about his copious and "delicious" ejaculate, while his thick fingers continued to gently toy with his now fully soft, and rather small penis for another moment or two. Scotty closed his eyes, and struggled to regulate his breathing, still not certain that he hadn't just imagined the whole thing, and, when he opened them again, the man was simply gone, vanished as quickly as he had earlier appeared, totally without a trace of his ever having been there at all. Scotty cast his eyes about the darkened theater, searching in vane for some physical evidence that there actually had been a man here, and, oh jeez, sucking his boyhood, and making him feel wonderful. Then, he looked at his fully exposed body, and the few lingering traces of his young sperm that streaked his smooth thigh, and he giggled to himself, certain now that the act had indeed happened. Suddenly concerned with being discovered sitting nearly naked in the theater, Scotty quickly recovered his briefs and shorts from the floor, and got them back into place, concealing his young smooth body once more. He glanced up at the screen, and realized that the closing credits were rolling on a film that he had not seen a single minute of. He giggled again, and settled his lithe young body into the seat, deciding to stay and watch the second feature... and hey, there just might be another man interested in sitting beside him!