Date: Thu, 3 Oct 2019 19:26:28 +0000 (UTC) From: Erin Boy Subject: Popcorn Popcorn gay adult/youth, oral Please support Nifty to keep these storiescoming. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Comments always welcome at erinboy_98@yahoo.com Elements of this story are based on past experience. Saturday afternoon there was always a double feature, a bunch of cartoons, a Three Stooges and at least one serial. Admission was twelve cents, popcorn was a dime and candy bars a nickel. Mark and Stevie were old enough to go on their own and at two cents each they could find enough returnable bottles to pay their own way and have enough for at least one box of popcorn and one candy bar, maybe a Charleston Chew that they kept in the ice cream freezer so you could break it up in little pieces and make it last. Except it never did last. Before the first feature was over the candy wrappers were underfoot and they had sailed their flattened popcorn boxes at the screen. Some kids must be rich because they always seemed to have enough for an extra trip or two to the lobby. Then one Saturday, after Mark had been away for two weeks to visit his grandparents for his dad's vacation, Stevie got up after a Tom & Jerry cartoon and didn't come back in time for the serial. Mark had been pissed that he had to miss two weeks of the serial while they were away. It was a Tarzan serial and he really liked the adventures that Boy had with Tarzan. Sometimes him and Stevie would hike to the woods on the other side of town and play Tarzan. They had an old rope tied to a tree and they would take off everything but their underpants and swing from one branch to another. Mark liked to imagine what Boy and Tarzan looked like without their loincloths, but you could never see anything in the movies like when sometimes he could see Stevie's cock when he was wearing his older brother's underpants that were too big and were loose on him. When Stevie finally came back, just before the second feature started, he had a fresh box of popcorn. Mark looked at him and said "Where'd ya get the popcorn?" but Stevie just looked at him with a grin and said "Shhhh. I'll tell ya later." Walking home after the second feature Mark asked again where he got the popcorn and Stevie said "A guy gave me the money." "What guy?", Mark asked. "Look, you gotta keep this a secret, OK? There's this guy that hangs out at the movies on Saturdays and he sometimes gives kids money." "That's it?" said Mark. "He gives kids money?" "Yeh" said Stevie "but ya gotta do stuff for it." "What stuff? Like errands or something?" "No. Look, if I tell ya, ya gotta promise to keep it a secret." "Yeh, OK, cross my heart. Tell me." Stevie stopped and looked around. They were almost to their street. Seeing nobody around he told him. "You show him your cock and he gives you money." Mark was stunned. "You're full a shit" he said. "I don't believe it." "It's true" his friend replied. "All you gotta do is show him your cock and he gives you a dime." "Hey, I gotta go in to supper. I'll see you after Mass tomorrow. We can go over the brook and throw rocks at the fish." The next Saturday the boys were at the movies like always. Mark couldn't wait. He asked Stevie if he was gonna go see if the guy was there. Stevie got up and went up the darkened aisle. Mark turned to see where he went and instead of turning right towards the lobby he went left and pushed through the big heavy door that went out past the men's room to the fire exit to the alley. There was a Woody Woodpecker cartoon on and Mark forgot about his friend until he came back with not one but two boxes of popcorn. "I told him I had a friend with me and he gave me an extra dime and said to send you back when we finished these." There was a Laurel & Hardy on and Mark didn't want to miss any of it, but as soon as it was over he asked his friend where to go. "In the men's room" he said. "You'll see. Just go in there and knock on the door to the toilet." The men's room in this theater only had one toilet and next to it two urinals, the kind that went all the way to the floor so even little kids could piss in them without standing on tiptoe. Mark went through the heavy door that led to the fire exit and the stairs to the balcony, which were always closed off with a velvet rope during the matinee on Saturday. The heavy door made a noise when you went through and then the door to the men's room was on the right. He went in and went like he had to pee but bent over at the waist to see if anyone was in the toilet. He could see a pair of grownup shoes. Somebody was sitting on the toilet, but it didn't look like he was going to the bathroom because his pants weren't down around his ankles. Mark moved around quietly to where he could see in the crack of the door to the toilet and shrank back when he saw a man looking back at him through the narrow opening. "Hey kid, you lookin for somethin?" Before he could answer, the door of the toilet swung outwards and the man said "You Stevie's friend?" to which Mark nodded his head. "Come 'ere, I'm not gonna bite ya. Not right away anyhow" he chuckled. Mark was drawn in to the cubicle and the man pulled the door closed behind him and latched it. The hand that reached past him to shut the door now settled across the boy's denim-clad behind, drawing him closer to the man whose face was level with Mark's waist. With his free hand the man began to unzip Mark's jeans. The boy let it happen. He wanted it to happen. His little cock was already hard. Through the cotton of his briefs the man fingered his penis lightly, searching for the fly, and finding it, slipped the little rod of flesh through the opening. Mark's penis was circumcised, almost four inches long, but very thin, about as big around as the man's thumb which was now rubbing ever so softly around the flared rosy helmet. Mark could not remember ever being this hard. Father O'Donnell had told him in confession that he should not play with himself and asked him a lot of questions about what he did when having impure thoughts. Did he pull his pants down of just take his penis out? How many fingers did he touch himself with? Did he have skin on the end of his penis? Mark found these questions embarrassing and even worse, in the darkness of the confessional booth he had gotten hard just talking about it with the young priest. Now in a different booth, not so dark as the confessional, a strange man was playing with his cock. And it felt so good. Much better than when he did it himself, which despite his promise to Fr. O'Donnell, he still did sometimes in bed. The man was not as old as his dad, but older than the guys in high school. He had blonde hair combed to one side and blue eyes. His hands were soft with long fingers. "What's your name kid?" the man asked. And Mark told him. Just then they heard the door from the theater open and right after it the door to the men's room. Mark pulled away from the man and stuffed his cock back in his pants and zipped his fly. The man put his fingers to his lips and mouthed "Shhhh." Then he leaned back on the toilet seat and lowered his head to the left. It was then that Mark noticed it for the first time. There was a little peephole in the partition next to the urinals. The man was looking to see who was there, keeping one hand wrapped around Mark's butt to keep him from leaving, not that he wanted to. With his other hand the man began rubbing his own crotch while watching whoever was peeing. Mark wondered if you could see someone's cock when they were peeing. He had never noticed the little hole before but knew that he would be back sometime to see if he could see anything. The sound of the flush was heard and then the door and the other door and the man turned his attention back to the boy in hand. Instead of fumbling with the zipper, he opened Mark's belt, popped the snap and then lowered the zip all the way. Using both hands he slid the boy's jeans and briefs down below his knees and without saying anything leaned forward and took all of Mark's cock in his mouth at once. Mark was shocked. He didn't know people did this. He knew that grownups fucked to make babies but he had never heard of doing it in the mouth. There must be more to this sex stuff than he had picked up so far. It felt great, way better than fingers. The man's head was moving back and forth. He could feel his raspy tongue on the end of his cock, and then he would dive down again sucking hard. With two hands on his butt, Mark was being fed into the hot wetness devouring him. Opening wider the man's mouth took in his hairless balls as well and rolled them around on his tongue. Soon Mark began to feel a pressure, like he had to pee. He was afraid the man would get mad if he pissed in his mouth and began to say "Don't. Stop. I gotta pee real bad." but the man only sucked harder. Mark pushed on his head trying to free his captive cock but it was no use. The man's hands on his bare butt pressed even harder and the sucking mouth was trying to pull his balls out through the head of his cock. Then it happened. He couldn't help it. He could feel the pee running out of him. It almost burned it was so hot. But the man didn't stop, except to hold him still now and suck ever so gently on his throbbing member. Mark was afraid the man would be mad. "I'm sorry mister, he said, "I didn't mean to go pee like that. It just happened." "What?" the man said "Was that your first time? Ain't you never jizzed before?" Mark was perplexed. "What's jizzed" he asked. "It's when you shoot baby makers. Don't you get cream when you jerk off?" It was all too much for Mark and he struggled to pull his pants back up in the constricted space. "I gotta get back to my friends" he said, making it sound like there was a whole gang of his buddies with him in case the man tried to kidnap him or something. "Sure kid. No problem. Hey, here's a special tip for you, seeing as how it was your first time and all. Come back next Saturday and I'll do you again, OK?" Mark looked at the quarter in his hand and calculated just how he'd spend it. Maybe a popsicle would be good, just the thing as his mouth was hot and dry from the excitement. Backing out of the stall as he buckled his belt, Mark was through the doors and off to the lobby with the quarter in his hand ready to blow it all. He even bought a box of popcorn for Stevie, who just looked at him and grinned when he got back to his seat. 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