Date: Mon, 3 Jan 2011 13:22:33 -0800 (PST) From: Rob Hoek Subject: Matinee Movie Matinee Movie By Storyguy22 I bought my ticket for the 1:30 matinee, and moved into the lobby of the theater. Eyeing the snack bar, I approached and ordered a cup of coffee which I then took to a nearby bench, and sat down to check out the not overly crowded influx of fellow movie goes as they filed into the lobby, visited the concessions, and moved on to their theater of choice. I wondered for probably the tenth time in the last hour or so if he would actually show up, and I checked my watch again for what was probably also the tenth time in the past hour. I was still a bit early, so I kept my hopes up that the boy wouldn't stand me up, an occurrence all too frequent in matters like this. The boy in question and I had hooked up in a chat online about ten days back, and over the course of that time we had gradually moved our cyber relationship forward from simple chit-chat to more personal levels, eventually including sharing some pretty dark fantasies that we had in common, some pretty heated role play of those fantasies, and even a few brief sessions of video chat, though the boy had been reluctant to take those any further than letting me see him in just some small, and interestingly bulging briefs. But he was a beauty, no doubt of that no matter what treasures actually lurked behind the hot little briefs. He fit my dream boy pretty much to a tee, the one that has been my recurring fantasy for a good ten years now, that being the expanse of time since I had actually last been sexually involved with a young boy when I was seventeen myself. Still watching the meager crowds carefully for a sign of him, I again reflected on the jeopardy of what I was about to undertake, assuming my boy showed, and it both scared the hell out of me and thrilled me. Over the aforementioned ten year period I had constantly longed to somehow arrange for a sexual liaison with a young boy, but had never allowed myself to pursue the dream for fear of the consequences of being found out by some authority or other. It was, after all, serious business in the eyes of the laws of society to be engaged in any sort of sexual activity with underage boys, but the law aside, the mere thought of somehow making such an event actually happen was enough to convince myself that with the right precautions, and the right boy, it was possible to do it, and get away clean. I finished my coffee, and checked my watch again, and when I looked up again, I saw him! He had just handed his ticket to the usher by the door, and then he took a few steps before stopping to orientate himself as I watched him carefully. My God he is so damn cute, I thought, even better in real life than on the web camera, and I felt my cock stirring already at the thought that I might soon actually be touching him intimately. He was even younger looking in person than the almost fourteen year age he had claimed to be, and his blond shock of hair and boyish looks made him appear about twelve. He was slim of build, nearly petite actually, and I let my eyes take in the shape of his cute little bubbly butt as it filled out his shorts. He turned then, suddenly facing me, and as I smiled his cute face kind of lit up, and a mega-watt smile crossed his face as he recognized me. He too had probably had some degree of doubt that I would actually keep our rendezvous, and I read his expression as one of surprise, and possibly relief. I nodded my head in the direction of the walkway that led to the various theaters within the complex, and he began walking that way as I followed at discreet distance, my eyes again on the delicious curve of his butt. He turned in at theater number five, our pre-agreed to choice because the offered movie was kind of a dog and therefore not very likely to draw much of a crowd to this afternoon showing. I paused for a moment, letting him get inside and make a seat selection, and then I followed him in. Inside, I checked out the upper sections of the stadium style theater, and spotted him just as he settled into a seat high up near the back wall. I glanced around, and saw only a smattering of people, all of which had chosen seats a much lower level, and in dead center to the screen. Perfect, I thought, and began ascending the stairs to join my boy. When I got to his row, I moved sideways until I reached the seat next to his, and sat down, once again smiling warmly at him. He smiled back, obviously a bit nervous, but determined to hang in there, and so to break the ice just a little bit, I gently laid my hand on his upper thigh, and spoke softly as I said hello. He flinched a touch when I touched him, but he soon returned my smile, and said hi the youthful lilt of his soft voice sending shivers along my spine. I made no effort to remove my hand as we briefly chatted, and the touch was electric, filling me great desire to move it higher and straight into his crotch. I refrained, however, and in a few more moments the lights went down, and the space was pretty much in darkness save for the flashes of light from the screen as the movie began to play. He scooted around some in his seat, and ended up kind of slouched over my way, and I noticed right off that he had kept his well shaped legs widely splayed. He smelled wonderful, that heady scent so uniquely young boy, and I dropped my head a little so that my nose nearly touched his soft looking hair as I inhaled deeply, my senses reeling with his sweet aroma. His eyes were fixed on the screen though I was certain his interests lie elsewhere, and I spoke softly into his small ear as I asked, "Everything okay, Bobby...?...you still all up for this?" He nodded quickly, turning his head to look at me as he gave me a wicked little grin, and suddenly grasped my wrist and pulled it until my hand was in his lap, and filled with a very stiff boy cock. "How's that for "up," he teased. I chuckled, thrilled beyond belief to actually be fondling what felt like a good four or so inches of narrow erection under his silky basketball type shorts, and I told him, "That feels exactly what I hoped for, Bobby...and more, actually...I couldn't be happier, and I want so much to make you as happy as possible as well." He shuddered slightly as I began to slowly stroke his rampant boyhood outside the silky material, and I heard him exhale deeply as he mumbled, "Cool...golly, it feels awesome, you doing that, better even than I imagined." "That's what this is all about, Bobby, like I said in our chats, all I want is to make you feel good, and to show you great all this is...so, for real no one has ever touched you this way before?" "Nope," he muttered between gasps of pleasure...only me, like, touching myself is all...and you doing it, like, totally different, and better for sure!" My God he was as hard as a post, his young cock actually pulsing in my hand as I rubbed him slowly. His excitement was immediately apparent, and I knew I needed to be careful to not have him shooting too quickly, my hope being that this whole event would last a while, and hopefully I'd have the chance to get him off more than just once. Toward that end I quit rubbing his rigid nail and trailed my fingers down to find the lump of his balls and began toying with them, squeezing his pouch gently and rolling the tender nuggets with my fingers. "Oh jeez...oh wow that's awesome too!" he hissed through clenched teeth as his little butt pushed upward and he scooted slightly forward on the seat to give me better access to his little jewels. Using my other hand, I pushed up his tee shirt and slipped my palm under it to explore his satin smooth chest and perky little nipples. He gasped again, arching his back against my fingers as I teased each small nubbin in turn, my other hand alternating between his balls, and careful rub of his delicious boner under the silky shorts. "Oh man...oh jeez..." he stammered breathlessly, "I'm all shaky all over...and the feeling is getting really intense for me!" Uh-oh, I thought, he is definitely on the quick boil setting now, my mind clearly recalling my own hair trigger at his age, and as much as I wanted to drag things out as far as possible I simply couldn't stop touching the boy, my long pent up desire to do this overpowering my wish for this to go on all afternoon. He was going to cum, no question about it now as he squirmed all over the seat, his breathing ragged and shallow as an orgasm rapidly built within his over-excited young body. I gave his throbbing boner a firm squeeze and held it, hoping to retard his coming a little bit, and I quietly asked him, "Bobby...I know you told me that you make pretty good cum loads when you jerk off..and I can tell you are really ready to do that any minute now, so maybe you should push your shorts down so we don't make a mess of them...?" He didn't even bother with a response, just quick as a flash reached for his shorts and pushed them and a pair of white briefs halfway down his thighs before dropping back into the seat and lifting his little butt to push his glistening wet boyhood back into my grasp. I closed my hand around the shaft and passed my thumb over the perfectly shaped knob of his circumcised penis, and I was a little surprised at the amount of wetness I encountered from what had to be a copious flow of precum. I moved very slowly, savoring the feel of his now bare boyhood treasure in my grip, and the light reflected from the screen provided sufficient lumens for me to be able to see his beautiful young cock and apparently still hairless scrotum. I very much doubt that there are many worldly objects that harder than the excited boner of a young boy, and I marveled at how Bobby's young cock felt both steely hard and silky soft at the same time, not to mention the radiant heat it was giving off, and the slickness of his flowing juices. I could actually smell his precum, and my jawbone ached with desire to dip my head down to his lap and suck him, tasting his sweet honey and sucking those plump young balls, but I worried that such on overt move would make it all too obvious what we were up too should any fellow audience members look our way. Instead I decided I wanted now to make him spurt so that I might watch the stunning event take place, and then get to sample the flavor and aroma of his young spunk off my hand. I picked up my stroking pace a bit, and locked onto a steady rhythm intended to take him off the cliff he had been hanging on, and I used my free hand to again work his little balls as he gasped and groaned softly under my ministrations. His little butt jerked sharply upward then, and he kind of growled, "Ah jeez...I'm gonna squirt!" And squirt he did mere seconds later, his hot little balls pulling upward in their sack while his pretty boner bucked and pulsed once or twice before his impressive offering spurted forth in two powerful ropes of creamy boy-honey, and then followed up with a couple of weaker dribbles that ran down over my fingers. He was panting and sucking air as I slowed my pace and just gently milked his still firm cock, the lingering shivers of sensation causing him to shudder in the seat as the intense orgasm began to wane slowly. Eventually he dropped his hand down to grab my wrist, signaling me that my continued stroking was too sensitive following the orgasm, so I let him go, and brought my slimed hand to my face, sniffing deeply of the heady aroma of fresh boy-nectar before extending my tongue to eagerly lap it all up. The sweetness and warmth of the viscous fluid was absolutely delicious, and Bobby watched me lick and suck my fingers, a sloppy little grin on his sweet face as he wrinkled the skin on his little button nose. I winked at him and made a big show of smacking my lips, as I told him, "You taste delicious, Bobby...just wonderful, and that was a very impressive load, young man...very impressive, indeed!" He kind of flushed with pride, and flashed a sly little grin as he replied, "That was, like, the most amazing thing ever...I never did cums like that before...and man, it felt so...intense!" I chuckled, and glanced around to see if our muffled noised had attracted any kind of attention, but our fellow movie patrons appeared uninterested. Turning back to Bobby, I once again fondled his pretty boyhood a bit as I settled back into my seat to let my pounding heart settle some. Bobby watched in near awe as I scooped up the errant trails of his cum from his flat little tummy and upper thighs, bringing my fingers to my mouth each time to lick his precious fluid. He grinned when I had pretty well cleaned him all up, and he asked shyly, "What does it taste like...?...it must be pretty yucky." Chuckling, I shook my head and told him, "Not yucky at all, Bobby...you taste delicious, I told you...wonderful...I wish I could have had it all direct from your pretty cock, actually." He gawked at me a moment, and then blurted, "Really...?...you mean...?" I nodded, and smiled, saying, "Yup, exactly...another time, and a better place, I would really love to suck you, and take your cum that way...I know you would love it too, Bobby...getting sucked off is way more intense than being jacked off." His eyes widened some, and he considered that for a moment, and then he grinned as he said, "What other time and place?" I laughed, and then asked him how he had planned on getting home, and when did he need to be there. His answer was on the bus, the way he had gotten here, and that he was supposed to be home in a little less than two hours. I thought about that, and then suggested that if we were to leave right now we would have plenty of time to for another round of fun at some quiet place in my car, after which I would drop him off near his home on time. He hesitated only a few seconds, and then he quickly dragged his shorts back up and stood up, grinning at me as he said, "For sure...let's do it!" Some thirty minutes later, eased the car into a spot I sometimes used to park my car when I went hiking along the river that ran around the edge of town. It was well secluded under and behind a grove of cottonwoods, and I had rarely if ever seen anyone around when I had parked here before, so I felt pretty secure. The only downside was that Bobby was limited on time to get home, so I wasted little time with the preliminaries this time. Turning to Bobby, I reached over and peeled his tee shirt off him, my desire to see as much of the pretty boy as possible now that we were alone. He seemed as eager as I was to resume from where we had left off, and he showed no hesitation in skinning out of his basketball short. He started to do the same with his small white briefs, but I stopped him, wanting a moment or two to admire his lithe body clad in just the very sexy looking underwear. He followed my lead, leaning back against the car door as he stretched his coltish legs along the seat, posing for me with his hands up and behind his head which afforded me a breath taking view of his completely hairless underarms. He was absolutely stunning, I thought, on all possible levels. His shoulders and arms were as yet not fully developed, and his upper torso was lean, tanned, and totally hairless. My gaze lingered on his small dark nipples, and memories of touching them in the movie house came to mind, and I leaned over him to gently lick and suck each tender nubbin until they stood erect. Sitting back up, I let my eyes drift over his smooth, flat tummy with the tiny cave of his sexy little navel, and then dropped my hungry gaze lower to enjoy the bulges of his swollen young erection and his taut little scrotum and balls where the package rose against the small briefs. His legs were perfectly formed, nearly girl-like and apparently still smooth and hairless as well. As I stared in awe of my great fortune to experience this beautiful young boy, he fixed a sly little expression on his sweet face as his hands came down, and his slender fingers hooked under the briefs. Watching me closely, he began slowly inching the briefs down, and I gulped hard when his pale and creamy groin was unveiled until the very sparse sprouting at the very base of his cock was visible. He teased me by dragging the elastic of the briefs along the stalk of his boyhood, revealing it just a tiny bit at a time until at last the rigid boner sprang free of its encumbrance and sprang free to slap against his groin. I groaned aloud, and then did it again as he rocked his knees back to his chest as he finished removing the briefs from his feet. For just a moment there his pretty little butt had rolled into view, and the position he was in caused his cleft to gape just enough to allow me a quick view of his pink little pucker. After dispensing with the briefs, he dropped his legs again, and then kind of flexed his hips to cause his erection to kind of jut put at me, and he grinned lewdly, and said, "Ever since you said that before about sucking me, it's, like, all I can think about...so, if you still want to do that...just go for it!" My cock throbbing in my shorts and my pulse pounding in my ears, I leaned closer, and lowered my head as I gripped the very root of his lovely young cock between my thumb and finger. Extending my tongue, I licked all around the helmet-like head of his cock, my tongue dipping in to mine the oozing juices from the tiny slit at its center, and I heard him moan softly at the contact. I walked my tongue down the length of his rigid shaft, and then back up the opposite side, and then I opened up, and took the whole four inches into my mouth as my fingers worked his ample balls. I established a rhythm then, my head bobbing steadily up and down as I rolled and tugged his balls. His scents and flavors filled my reeling senses, and I felt as if I had gone to heaven as I sucked him, his sweet nectar oozing steadily, and when I sensed he was on the edge, I pulled away from his pulsing boyhood and moved down to lick and suck his balls. Again and again I alternated his sensory load this way until at last I could wait no longer to experience him spurting his creamy sweetness into my hungry mouth, so I went back to sucking him with intent. He was huffing and panting loudly, and his slim hips bucked up and down as the sensations built to a crescendo within him, and with a few more bobs of my head I felt his cock spasm in my mouth, and then buck as his warm and creamy sweetness spurted several times across my tongue. I held his offering in my mouth as he drained completely, and when I felt him begin to wilt, I pulled away, and sat up. I opened my mouth wide, letting Bobby clearly see his nectar inside my mouth, and then I closed it, and swallowed it all down. He watched me carefully, his eyebrows arching slightly, and then he broke out into a wide grin. I licked my lips, winking at him, and then bent down to hug him for a moment. When I sat back up, he reached down to retrieve his clothes, and began getting dressed. That finished, we drove within a block of his home, and after a quick brush of soft lips against my cheek, he slid out the passenger door, and was gone. I turned at the next corner, and headed for home, knowing it would be some time before I would be able to stop smiling. The End Storyguy22@yahoo.com