Date: 26 Sep 2002 11:34:14 -0700 From: Dave Subject: The Movie House (Adult Youth b/MMM) Warning: This document contains Adult Material. If it is illegal where you live to view adult material, leave now! If you find Adult material offensive, you may also leave now. If you have not left, then it is assumed you are either not illegal And/or not offended. So sit back and hopefully enjoy. Feedback is cheerfully encouraged! If anyone that would like me to write a story about your experiences send me an outline. Please send mail to: davmay699@icqmail.com. The Movie House By Dave I lived to go to the movies every chance I could. I had to catch the bus to get to Broadway, where all the movie houses were located. They were getting old and rundown. They had been built during the thirties when studios were building movie palaces. Now they had faded rugs, smell of mildew and the pain was peeling. I went twice a week so I could see every movie as soon as they changed. Every one of the theater's staffs knew me. I was there all the time I was even allowed to see some movies for free. Then one of the theaters was changed into an evangelist church. Another was torn down to be rebuilt as a convenience store. Then one that I spent a lot of time in was turned into an adult theater. I was still young enough to get into the movies for a child's price. The manager saw my disappointment that all the theaters were gone. He asked me if I wanted to see the movies they were showing? I got a boner just thinking about the idea of seeing what was called a dirty movie around my house. I nodded my head in approval. I was afraid my voice would break if I tried to say yes. The manager told me told me to go around the block and knock on the door. He gave me the address and I ran around the block. When I got to the door he was standing there, holding it open for me. As he was leading me up a staircase, he told me that from then on to use the outside fire escape when I wanted to see a movie. He told me to knock two times then three times. The projectionist would let me in. I could watch it from the booth. No one should ever know that I was there. When we got to the projection booth the projectionist let us in. He smiled at me and told me that he had seen me there many times. The manager set up a chair in front of a small window so I could see the movie. Sitting so close to the projector it was noisy and warm. When I saw what was on the screen I really got a hard-on. There were four men and a couple of guys that looked pretty young. They were all naked, and were taking turns sucking each other's cocks. I could not take my eyes off the screen. The manager was standing next to me and saw the way my slacks were tented up. The projectionist was on the other side of me. The manager asked me if I was warm? I shook my head up and down. The manager took hold of my T-shirt and pulled it out of my pants and over my head. I felt a hand reaching from both sides, as they both started playing with my nipples. My little boner felt like it would break if I didn't get it out of my pants soon. No problem, the manager unbuckled my belt and unhooked the catch. Then he pulled my zipper down. My little white cotton underpants were standing straight up, like an Indian teepee. I wanted to see everything taking place on the movie screen, so I hardly even looked as the two old men lifted me up enough to pull my pants off my legs. When they pulled the under pants down, it hung up on my dick. When the underpants got past my dick, the dick sprang back like a rubber toy. I felt two hands playing with my crotch. The manager was holding my dick with his thumb and fingertips and he stroked it up and down. The other guy was cupping my tight little scrotum. He was rolling my two little marble sized balls between his fingers gently. Then I saw something I had never thought possible on the screen. One of the older men took hold of one of the younger men and put his cock into the asshole of the younger guy and fucked him. The two older men next to me knelt down and took turns sucking my little cock. I had the greatest feeling of my life as I had a dry climax in the mouth of the manager. They both stood up and opened their pants. They took out their cocks and held them in front of my face. They looked so large to me. The manager's cock had large blue blood veins on it. The knob was large and had a purple roll around it like a helmet. There were black hairs sticking out of his pants too. The projectionist had a long uncut penis sticking out. It was very pink and the foreskin looked a flower that had not opened yet. The hairs sticking out were blonde. They took hold on my wrists and placed my hands on their cocks. I wrapped my hands around their cocks the squeezed them gently. Then let me know they wanted me to stroke their cocks for them. I started doing it for them, and went back to watching the action on the screen. The next thing I knew, they were squirting cum in my ears. They cleaned me up afterwards. I watched the rest of the movie and even got another hard- on. By the light on the screen I could see the men in the theater and many of them had their cocks out masturbating to the action on the screen. When the movie was over the manager helped me get dressed. They both kissed me on the mouth and told me to come back any time I wanted. For the next couple of days I thought about nothing else. I was back at the fire escape door early one evening. I knocked on the door as I had been told. My heart felt like it was in my throat as I waited for the door to open. It was the projectionist. He let me watch the entire movie in my chair this time. I had even deliberately only put on jeans and T-shirt. While watching the movie I pulled a couple of buttons and pulled my dick out and sat they're masturbating as I watched the movie. When the movie finished the projectionist set up the second projector and switched to the other one. It was the movie I saw the other day. So I watched him rewind the film on the first projector. When he was finished he asked me if I wanted to play with him on the cot in the back? I was thrilled at the idea of us doing the same things we did the other day. I had not even noticed that there was a curtain behind us. He led me behind the curtain. There was a military hospital cot back there. It needed to be painted and the mattress was about four inches thick. It sagged in the middle too. The sheet was clean anyway. The projectionist sat on the side of the bed and pulled the buttons on my jeans. He smiled when he saw the white skin under my pants. He had me bend over so he could pull the T- shirt over my head. He bent over to take my black canvas tennis shoes and white sweat socks off my feet. Then he pulled my jeans down, so that I could step out of them. When I was totally naked he sat there admiring my naked body. He was running his big hands all over my skin. I can only tell you that at that age my skin was so white that it even had a little blue cast from the blood under the skin. There was no hair on my body other that the sandy colored hair on my head. I had bangs that covered my eyebrows. It was cut like a bowel had been placed on top of my head and tapered right up to the bowl. I had no waist at that time. The measurements of my chest, waist and butt were so close that a belt was almost useless. The projectionist sat me on his lap and felt all of my body. It thrilled me everyplace his hands touched. My little dick was sticking straight out from my body. When I was standing it was parallel with the floor. When he put his fingers on it and pushed it down and turned lose, it would spring back up. I loved it. When he put his hand on one of my nipples my skin quivered like I had a cold chill. Then he kissed me on the mouth. No man had ever kissed me, the way he was kissing me. His tongue was in my mouth. When I stuck out my tongue he sucked on it. When he pulled his head back, I opened my mouth to breathe out of it. He opened his mouth a little and spittle dripped into my mouth. I swallowed his spit. He was wrapping his hand around my dick and stroking it up and down. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hung on for my life. He moved me to one of his legs so that he could unfasten his pants. I saw that big cock and wrapped my hand around it. I really like to watch the way the skin rolled back to expose the big purple head. It was so wet looking. Clear drops were shinning at his pee hole. I leaned over and stuck out my tongue so I could taste it. I had to slip off his leg and kneel on the floor in front of him. The liquid had very little taste. But he must have liked my mouth touching his cock, because he put his hand on the back of my head and pulled my head down until I opened my mouth and swallowed as much of it as I could. I started pumping my head up and down. At one point I had to lift my head because my jaw was aching from keeping my teeth from scrapping his cock. He sat me on the cot, so he could check the projector. He had to time the switch to the other projector by marks in the film. When he finished rewinding the film, he returned to the cot. This time he took his clothes off. Being as blonde as he was there was very little hair on his body. The hair on top of his head was very blonde and receding into a narrow widow's peak. He stood in front of me and pointed his cock at my face. I opened my mouth and sucked his cock into my mouth again. He fucked my face until cum squirted in my mouth and I had to swallow as much as I could. Some leaked out and dripped down my chin. When he pulled his cock out he licked his own cum off my chin. I dressed and let myself out. I had wet dreams every night, thinking about getting back to the movie house. Three days later I was back at the door knocking. This time it was the manager that let me in. He scolded me for not calling him up the other night. He playfully spanked my butt. I though he was serious and tried to apologize, but he shut me up by kissing me on the mouth. I was begging to like kissing grown men. The manager was a very dark skinned man. I don't know what nationality he was, but his skin was brown and his hair was black. This night was his turn. The projectionist just took care of the projector. The manager undressed completely. I was impressed by the amount of hair was on his body. When he undressed me, I sat on his lap. It was lick sitting on a fussy rug. When I kissed his nipples, his hair was in my mouth. I got it wet, and licked it, to stick it to his flesh. When I knelt between his legs to suck his cock, I could only get the knob in my mouth. I wrapped his pubic hair around my fingers, to make little spit curls. His scrotum was a big bag of flesh that hung slack between his legs. They had long black hairs all over the wrinkled skin. He wanted me to lick his sack for him. It was fun to feel his heave cock slapping the top of my head as I licked his balls. Then he lay on his back and pulled me between his legs. He put my little cock on top of his and pulled back the foreskin and wrapped his hand around both our cock and masturbated both of us until I had a dry climax. He rolled back and guided my little dick against his asshole. I felt the hairs scrapping my dick as I slipped into his hole. I got another hard-on and started fucking him. This time when I had another dry climax, he shot cum all over his hairy belly. The projectionist came over and licked up all the cum. He also wet a finger with the cum, and pushed it into my asshole. No one had ever done anything like that to me before. I got another hard-on that was almost painful. For the next four nights I went to bed every night with different object to try and fit into my asshole. I had to use Vaseline but eventually was able to get a cucumber as big as the manager's cock into my asshole. The night I knocked on the door to the booth it was the projectionist that let me in. This time he paged the manager. In a few minutes he came up to the booth. When the movie was started, we all took off our clothes. When the projectionist sat on the cot, I applied some Vaseline to my asshole. Then I straddled his legs and slowly lowered my ass until the head of his cock was touching my asshole. Then I gritted my teeth and sat on the cock. It went into my asshole. I sat still for a while. Then I started rocking back and forth. His cock was being pulled almost out of my ass when I rocked forward. Then when I racked back against his chest, his cock was buried deeply into my ass. When he came in my ass I had another dry climax. The manager was watching everything from a chair. He had a large hard-on. So, I stood up and walked across the room, turned around and sat on his cock. My asshole was still open and his cock went in with very little problem. I was small enough that he could put his hands under my thighs and lift me up and down. Soon he was filling my ass with his cum. When we were finished I had to wipe the cum up until the hole relaxed and closed. I became addicted to being fucked while sucking men's cock. The manager asked me if I would like to date other men? I was thrilled at the idea of tasting other cocks. He showed me, what he called a crying room that was next to the projection booth. It was a glass in-closed room where young families could watch movies and their fussing babies would not disturb the rest of the patrons. It only had twenty-four seats, in two rows. The arm rests lifted up to allow the patrons more room to handle the fussing children. He showed me the steep staircase that was blocked by a felt covered rope. There was a sign on the rope that said, "closed". He told me that he had a few friends, he would invite them to come up stairs. The first afternoon I went to the fire escape and gave the projectionist a blowjob and he paged the manager. The manager made a phone call and I sucked him off while we waited for his friend to arrive. Then I went into the crying room and watched the movie for awhile. The manager let his guest come up the stairs. I heard his footsteps and watched him enter the booth. It was so dark that the man that was silhouetted in the draped entrance obviously could not see. He felt the back of the first row of seats and stepped down and moved drown the row. I reached out and took his hand and let him to the seat next to where I had been sitting. When he sat down next to me, I lifted the armrest between us and cuddled up next to him. The man wrapped an arm around me. I reached for the fly of his pants and opened them up by pulling down the zipper. I reached inside his boxer shorts and pulled out his penis. It was about five or six inches long. It was circumcised too. I wrapped my hand around the shaft and started stroking his cock. I looked up and got the shock of my life. By the silvery glow of the reflected light from the screen I saw the face of the man I was masturbating. The balding mans head with the brown mustache belonged my grammar school principal, Mr. Miller. He recognized me too. He asked me not to tell anyone that we were here. I got over my shock and kissed him on the mouth, and told him I would never tell. Mr. Miller reached for my lap and found that my jeans were already open. He reached in and found that I didn't have underpants on either. He pulled out my dick and stroked it until it was hard. Mr. Miller picked me up and sat me on his lap. While he masturbated me, I hugged his neck and kissed him. The more I kissed him the more my dick grew harder. I had a dry climax in his hand. I slid off his lap and went to my knees between his legs. I put his cock in my mouth. I sucked his cock and stroked the shaft until he came in my mouth. I returned to sit on his lap and we talked, for a while. I finally had to get home. The next day as it got close to the end of the school day the office secretary came into the classroom, and handed my teacher a note, then left. The teacher read the note, and returned to giving the class homework assignments. As the bell rang and everyone gathered up their belongings to rush for the door, the teacher called out my name. She told me that I was to report to the principal's office. When I entered the secretary's office the skinny little woman with her hair pulled back into a bum and horn rimed glasses, told me to have a seat. She used the intercom to tell Mr. Miller that James Richardson was waiting. He responded in a very business like voice, "Send him in!" She stood up and opened the door for me. She closed the door behind me. I stood in front of Mr. Miller's desk until he looked up and smiled at me. He asked, "James do you have homework?" I said, "I have some." He told me to have a seat at the table next to the window and do your homework. I sat down and started doing my homework. I lost track of time. The secretary's voice came over the intercom and asked Mr. Miller, "It is time for me to leave. Do you have anything for me to do?" Mr. Miller said, "I have some mail in my out basket. You can drop it off on your way out." The door opened and she stepped across the room and picked up the mail. She wished Mr. Miller a good evening. She looked in my direction and smiled at me, on her way out. Several minutes later Mr. Miller stood up and came around his desk to stand behind me, and look over my shoulder at my homework. He pointed out some mistakes and I made the changes. When I was finished he asked, "Is that everything?" I told him, "Yes! Sir." With that he placed his hands on my shoulders and pulled my chair back from the table. He leaned over and kissed my neck. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him on the mouth. He opened his pants and sat on the table. I took his cock into my mouth and sucked him until he came in my mouth. After he zipped up his pants he asked me if I was going to the movies soon. I told him I would be there on Wednesday On Wednesday afternoon, I was knocking on the fire escape door to the projection booth. The projectionist opened the door and let me in. I spent a little more than an hour watching the movie on the screen. The projectionist knelt in front of me sucking me. He rolled my little balls between his fingers and used the fingers of his other hand to probe my asshole. When there was a knock on the door to the crying room the projectionist looked through the peephole and let Mr. Miller in. I ran naked across the room, penis slapping my lower belly as I ran across the room. I jumped into his arms and wrapped my legs around his waist. The projectionist showed him the cot behind the curtain. Mr. Miller sat down and I was kissing him as I took his tie off. I pulled his jacket off his shoulders. Then unbutton his shirt and pulled it off his shoulders too. I had to scoot back to his knees so that I could unbuckle his belt. Then I unhooked the top of his pants and unzipped them. As the pants parted I saw that his cock was sticking through the open fly of his boxer shorts. I wrapped my hand around the shaft and started milking is cock for him. I was moving between kissing him on the mouth to sucking on his hairy nipples, as I milked his thick cock. I slid to the floor and took all of the shaft that I could, and sucked him. The projectionist took hold of my hips and lifted me to my feet. Mr. Miller reached over my back and took hold of my ass cheeks and parted them. The projectionist licked my asshole and spit on the hole. Then he stood up and fit his cock into my little bunghole. I was sweating and smelling the sex of Mr. Miller, as he shot cum into my mouth. The projectionist was slapping his scrotum into my tight little ball sack. When he came in my ass, I had a dry climax too. When he pulled out of my ass, I felt cum drip out and fall from my scrotum onto the floor. When the manager managed to slip upstairs we were all spent. He spent a few moments sucking each of us until we were all hard again. This time Mr. Miller fucked him in the ass while a sucked his cock. I got a face full of cum as my reward for a job will done. I hatted to see that theater close. If you enjoyed the story and want more or have a story you would like me to write send your comments to: davmay699@icqmail.com.