Date: Mon, 4 Feb 2008 12:42:44 +0000
From: mark Members <markmembers@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: At The Cinema

All this is true,

I was just 14 when the summer holidays started and my mother was keen to
have me out of the house as much as possible. (My being at boarding school
had allowed her to forget how much I would be in the way during the
holidays). Accordingly she gave me œ5 and booted me out. We lived in
London and not surprisingly my first port of call was Soho. I wandered the
streets in a haze of terrified excitement, past the strip clubs and the
tarts chatting in doorways. It was thrilling.  Eventually I dared to
approach a cinema in Great Windmill Street that was showing X rated movies.
As I remember it now the auditorium was huge, but that's probably
hindsight- it was certainly nearly empty and I found a seat by myself near
the back. By now my cock was straining to escape my trousers I was 14
remember so that happened most of the time anyway, but I kept it well
tucked away and gripped it as I watched the strange goings on on the
screen.

After a while a man in a sports jacket came and sat in the same row as
me. I remember him taking off his coat and smiling at me as he sat down two
seats away.  I was worried that he might have noticed my hard on and was
going to report me, but then I suddenly felt a bit of pressure on my
foot. I looked down and saw that his foot had moved across and was touching
mine. He was still looking at the screen so I thought he hadn't noticed so
I left my foot there; a moment later and the pressure was intensified- he
was definitely playing footsie with me and he definitely meant it. This
made my cock rigid with excitement and when I looked across at him and saw
him smiling back at me, I knew that was something new about to happen to
me. The next thing i knew he had moved into the seat next to me and his
hand had brushed my knee before settling on my thigh. He spent a few
minutes just stroking my thigh, each stroke taking him closer to my cock
until he accidentally brushed his hand over it. I was completely motionless
watching the screen and his hand in equal measures. He slid first a finger
then two through a gap in the flies and I suddenly felt all the buttons
being expertly undone and his hand stoking my cock through my pants As skin
suddenly touched skin with his free hand he took one of mine and placed it
on his groin under his jacket. His prick was already out and hard. I
wrapped my fingers round his shaft, felt the hot head pushing against my
palm. I had never seen, let alone touched a grown man's cock before and it
was magic. By now he had extricated my prick and balls from my pants and
was cupping them in his hand while one finger slid under tickling the
delicate puckered entrance to my arsehole.

He leaned over to me" I love your cock. Do you like that?", as he pushed a
finger against my hole I couldn't speak but merely nodded.

"Would you like to suck my cock? I'd love to suck yours, drink all your
spunk. Rub me harder."  I did and as I did so he tossed his jacket to one
side and I got my first sight of his cock.  The head was huge glistening
and deep red ,pointed like a battering ram. To my modest eyes, used to my 4
1/2" it looked about a foot long but it was certainly a good eight inches
He leaned back in his seat and watched my hand pumping at his shaft, while
his fingers pushed further and further up my arse. Suddenly he snatched my
hand away from his prick pulled his own hand from trousers and licked
deeply on the fingers.

He whispered "Do you want to do this more? Properly? At mine?"  I was so
close to coming I had no choice. I wanted above all things to see his cock
spurt as much cum as I hoped it would. He had said he wanted to suck my
cock. Nobody had ever done that to me before. He wanted me to suck his, and
at that moment I was so in love with that thing I would have done anything
for it.

"Come out a minute after me . I'll be waiting, I've got a car and it's not
far. Don't worry-I promise I won't hurt you."  I did as I was told ad found
him waiting outside the cinema. In the daylight he seemed younger than I
had guessed he would be, maybe27. I think he was surprised by me too, as
the first thing he said to me was" Gosh, how old are you?" I told him
fifteen, nearly sixteen and he seemed satisfied (and delighted I should
think as the age of consent in those days was 18) He led me to his car and
it wasn't until we were in it that he spoke again.

"Do you do this a lot?"  I told him that this was the first time that I had
ever touched a grown up.

"You play around with your schoolmates I bet." All the way to his flat he
had me tell him what we did at school.

"I love that, tell me more. Can yo feel what you are doing to me?" He put
mu hand on his lap and I could feel the angry cock pushing at his
trousers. " I bet you all the boys want to play around with you, you're so
beautiful, and that cock of yours" and here he squeezed my prick which was
still painfully hard.

After about ten minutes we pulled up outside a block of flats and went
in. His flat was quite high up, I remember you could see the post Office
tower from it.

He led me to his bedroom and from the bedside table produced an armful of
magazines which he spread across the bed.

"Have a look at these while I'm getting ready. Do you want a beer?"  The
magazines were filled with photos guys giving it to each other everywhere.
I had never seen anything like them in my life before. Occasionally there
would be a photo or two of a young guy, maybe my age, maybe even younger
sucking on a huge cock prior to it spunking all over his face.

I had my hand down my trouser clutching my own prick tightly when he
returned now wearing only his highly tented boxer shorts.

"Which is your favourite? Oh I like that one, but what about this?"  He
found a different magazine and flipped a few pages. There a young boy was
lying on his back with one man lick at his arse while another sucked his
cock. A third was pushing his own cock into the boys willing mouth. "Almost
too much, don't you think, you don't know who you'd like to be most. Here,
take your shirt off."  He started to undo my trouser buttons as I pulled my
shirt over my head. By the time I had done so he had my trousers round my
ankles and was cupping my cock and ball through my white y fronts.

He knelt before me. Looking up he sighed, "This is almost the best bit."
He lowered my briefs and placed his lips round the head of my cock. I could
scarcely stand. Noticing this he picked me up, his mouth still over my cock
and his tongue licking the underside of my shaft and lay me on the bed. I
felt his prick push hard against my stomach and grabbed. I had been right
all long. I was in love with it, with its huge head and sumptuous veined
shaft.

"Please let me kiss it, please let me suck it now" I was like a spoilt
child, had to have my toy that minute. He lay back at let me inspect my
treasure at my own pace. It stood high pointing at my face as I looked down
on it. As I ran my fingers lightly over it it shivered and then jumped as I
grasped it more firmly. Slowly I began to wank it edging my mouth closer to
it with every move. I put my lips to the end and lightly kissed the piss
hole which appeared huge and ready to explode. I found my tongue
involuntarily touching the inside for a moment before I Licked the head
over and placed it in my small 14 year old mouth.

I can remember the taste to this day, perhaps because I have never
recaptured it in spite of many attempts. It was sweet, it was salt, it was
hot, hard as stone and soft as velvet, and it was in my mouth. I could feel
the prick pressing against me, eager to stab itself into my throat; I
allowed it to slip a little in before sucking on it harder.

I could feel his hands on my cock and once again fingering my crack; a
sharp pain as a finger thrust deep inside me followed by a frenzied warmth
as I felt it pulsing inside me.

Suddenly I could feel his cock intensifying its thrusts, I heard him
groaning, and my mouth was filled with his spunk. Unused to this I
instinctively pulled away to be greeted by two or the further spurts on to
my face and my hair. I swallowed the first burst and wished I had managed
to keep his precious cock inside me for all of it. I kissed him again and a
final sliver landed on my lips.

"Best ever, best ever "was all he repeated for a while, and then he lay me
on my back and emulating his favourite photo raised my legs above my heard
and I felt his darting tongue licking at my already moist hole. His hand
was busy exploring my almost hairless groin, my tight little ball sack and
my 4 1/2" circumcised pride and joy. He moved his mouth to my cock and
began expertly teasing and pulling at it. I had been so close to coming for
so long that it was a matter of moments before I exploded. I felt him
drinking greedily at the fountain.

I seemed to spunk for ever, and when it was over and I looked down he was
still lying by my now flaccid prick, kissing it.

Before I left he made us shower together and we lathered each other's cocks
to the edge . He would not me go until I had promised that I would see him
again in two days time. As I had the whole summer holidays with nothing to
do stretching ahead of me it was an easy promise to make.

So I did. That night I must have wanked three times, tossing my insistent
tool till it ached. But I did keep the promise