Date: Wed, 25 Jun 2014 17:05:44 +0100 From: penny cox Subject: Saturday Morning Pictures As a young boy at school, I had often heard of these "Dirty Old Men" who prey on young boys in the cinema. I enjoyed wanking other boys off in the school toilets, but secretly I wanted man to play with. Lying to my parents, I started to go to the cinema every Saturday. I sat in various places and nothing happened. Then one day I sat right at the back, in the middle of the long back row. I noticed a man come in and sit at the end of my row, and when the lights came up, he saw me. When the lights went back down, he moved along and sat right next to me. All I noticed was that he was old, very old. In the semi-darkness I could see that he was carrying an anorak, which he threw across his knees. I stayed calm and put my hands on my knees, and looked at the screen. His knee touched mine, then the anorak moved and suddenly covered my right knee, and my hand that was on that knee. I stayed calm and waited. I felt his hand touch mine under the anorak. Wow, what would happen next I wondered. He placed his hand over mine and held it. For several seconds it felt strangely comforting, this old man secretly holding my hand out of sight under his anorak. His left arm slipped around my shoulder and soon my head was resting on his shoulder. It felt quite normal, and I relaxed. Then, out of sight, he lifted my hand and pulled it further under the anorak, carefully placing it over the front of his trousers, and holding it there by cupping his hand on top of mine. Suddenly I became afraid, and wanted to pull my hand away, but I couldn't, and I was becoming aware of the bulge in his trousers, a mans' bulge, what I had always wanted. In seconds I calmed down and began to enjoy feeling this growing bulge just inside the old mans trousers. I gave him a little friendly squeeze. "Oh, that's nice" he whispered to me. "Is it"? I asked, looking up at him. "HHmmm" he moaned and gave me a kiss on the forehead. I unzipped my friends in class every day and wanked them off. Would this feel any different I asked myself. I looked around. There was nobody anywhere near us, so I gave him another squeeze. He moaned again and took his hand away, leaving my hand cupped over his bulge, hidden under the anorak. I felt very comfy, with his arm around me, my head on his shoulder and my hand cupped over the front of his trousers. I raised my hand slightly and found his trouser buckle, and began to undo it, then the trouser fastening button, which soon slipped open. I was rewarded with another kiss on my forehead. I raised my head to look around and got a kiss on my cheek. I looked around for a second or two to make sure no-one was moving nearer to us, and got another kiss on my cheek. My well-practiced fingers moved to his zipper and I gripped it between my thumb and forefinger. As I slowly started to pull it down, I lifted my head and looked up at him. "That's it" he whispered. "Now kiss me". It all seemed so natural, I just lifted my head a little more and his lips fell onto mine. Just a quick peck, then another. The zip was moving down, and in a second or two it was fully undone. Another peck, and a quick look around. My fingers slipped inside the old mans' trousers, and I soon felt the familiar shape of Y-Fronts. Another look around and another peck. The opening was easy to find, as I found it on so many school boys underpants, and I slid my fingertips inside.. Ohh curly hair, lots of it, then skin, warm skin, hard warm skin. I let my fingertips run up and down the old mans cock. I couldn't feel much so I slid my hand all the way out, and then eased it down under the waistband of his pants. Wow, soon my school boy hand was wrapped around the old mans cock. It was lovely. Long, thick and hard. "Does that feel nice"? he whispered. "YES" I blurted out quite loudly, as I began to give it wanking movements inside his pants. "Give me a proper kiss then" he said. I lifted my head, had a quick look around and then lifted it a little more. The old mans lips covered mine, I felt his mouth open and his tongue flick against my lips. I opened my mouth, as I'd heard of this sort of kissing, and his tongue slid inside. For several seconds we stayed like that, his tongue filling my mouth, I didn't want it to end. I slipped my spare hand under the anorak and started to pull his trousers wide open, and his pants slightly down. In a few seconds I had released his cock and had it standing straight upright, but hidden out of sight. My right hand was wanking him furiously, making him moan a lot. Lots of quick looks around, followed by lots of tongue filled kisses. With his trousers pulled fully open wide, I was able to get my left hand down between his legs, where I found his gorgeous silky smooth balls. He moaned again, but this time as we kissed. After a few seconds he whispered something I didn't hear to well. I lifted my head and whispered "Sorry". Another kiss, then he said slowly "Suck it boy, suck it" End of Part 1