Date: Sun, 9 Jan 2011 10:23:34 -0800 (PST)
From: Paul Blackman <pabs0@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Smart Boy - Part 1 Cinema Shock - for adult youth section

This story is completely fictional. Names, characters and incidents are a
product of the author's imagination, and any resemblance to real people or
incidents is completely coincidental.

This story contains descriptions of sexual interactions. If you are
uncomfortable reading such material, or are not permitted to do so legally,
please leave this page immediately. Please read at your own risk.


The Smart Boy

Part 1 -- Cinema Shock

I always was a prissy little so and so, always neat and tidy, never wore
dirty clothes, hair always brushed and not a strand out of place. I just
loved looking good, my clothes had to absolutely right, no untucked shirts
or muddy stains, nice clean shoes or trainers and my favourite outfit was
my school uniform, I thought I looked great in it and hated to take it off,
I even put it on at weekends when I went out, I'd told my Mum that I was
going to school for extra weekend lessons, not quite sure she believed me
but she didn't stop me. I thought that everyone looked at me because I was
so smart, no maybe I think they wondered what a schoolboy was doing in his
uniform at the weekend.

So, there I was the Saturday after my 10th birthday standing to my bedroom
naked, looking in the mirror making sure my dark hair was neat and tidy and
freshly combed, my green eyes staring back at me from the glass. Then
starting to dress in my uniform, first a pair of clean white undies
straight from the drawer, then a nice crisp white shirt, the long turn over
top grey socks with a blue and red band at the top, neatly turn over and
sure that the they were the same length and the turn overs were even, my
blue and red striped tie, grey jumper with the same red and blue stripe
round the neck, then my sharply creased grey shorts and lastly my red
blazer with school crest on the pocket. One last admiring look in the
mirror and ran downstairs to put on my shiny, clean back shoes. Mum popped
her head round the kitchen door and asked where I was off to, I told her I
was going to school for an extra English lesson, I was really going into
town to the cinema I wanted to see the latest James Bond movie that opened
the weekend before. Two minutes later I was on the bus heading for the High
Street.

I got off the bus at the start of the High Street and and walked head held
high along the road to the Cinema, I bought a ticket from the lady and
office at the front then went inside and got some pop corn and then went
into the dark cinema where there adverts were playing, just in time to get
settled before the 15 minutes or so of cartoons and then the newest
blockbuster Bond film. I got my favourite seat right in the middle of the
back row, I loved it here you got the best view it just like being in front
the world's biggest TV. I sat back in my seat as the cartoons started, Tom
and Jerry this week, my hand dipping into the huge pot of pop corn I held
between my legs. During the third cartoon a man came into the cinema,
looked around and moved back and along into the back row four or five seats
away from me, he looked at me and smiled and so I gave him my biggest
beaming smile back. Sadly the cartoon came to and end and there was a few
more adverts, while they were playing the man moved along and said "Do you
mind if I sit down next to you, I much prefer to watch a film with someone,
it's not much fun in your own." I looked up at him, he was about the same
age as my dad but a little fatter, but he seemed like a nice man, "No, I
don't mind" I answered, so he sat down in the seat beside me, as he sat he
laid his overcoat across his lap and half way across mine. I was not sure
of I should say something or just move it but in the end I didn't do
anything and so there it stayed. Now the moment I had been waiting for, the
start or the movie, the lights dimmed and curtain re-opened and the cinema
was filled with the newest Bond music, I was open mouthed and loving it
before it had even started.

Now, about 20 minutes into the film things started to get interesting, the
man beside had moved a little closer and although I noticed it I was not
all uncomfortable but then I felt a hand on my thigh underneath his coat, I
jumped as him fingers touched my bare flesh. I kind of thought he had just
moved to get comfortable and did not realise that his had was on my leg but
then he started to gently rub his hand up down my leg from my knee to the
hem of my shorts. I just did not know what to do! I was so into the film
that I did nothing, after a minute or two he had his whole hand on leg and
was rubbing a little higher pushing my shorts further up my leg with every
move. I was feeling all tingly and really liked the feeling it was giving
me, I looked up at him and he looked down and smiled again, I beamed and
went back to watching the film. The man reached over and picked up my pop
corn and set it down between, returning his hand to under his coat his hand
moved over started to rub my shorts right between my legs, I was blown away
by the feelings that I had, my little willy started stiff and his hand
rubbing gave me shivers all over. During the rest if the movie his hands
ran all over my thigh from my sock tops, right up inside my shorts to the
edge of my undies and he rubbed and squeezed the from of my shorts.

As the titles started to roll up and the lights came on he took his hand
and coat away, but he looked at me and smiled, of course I smiled back.
"That's a very smart uniform you are wearing" he said with a grin on his
face.

I stuttered "Thank you" and gave him an embarrassed smile, but my chest
swelled with pride that he noticed how I was dressed, it was so good to
find someone who thought I looked as good as I did.

"Do you come here every week?" the man asked me, "Well, only if I have
pocket enough pocket money". The man looked at me and said "How about next
week? If you don't have the pocket money I don't mind buying your ticket, I
really enjoyed watching the film with you". I thought about it for a moment
and replied "I don't know, I am not sure if I can be here then but I
enjoyed watching with you too".

"Well, I will be here at the same time if you are, and maybe we can go for
fish and chips afterwards?" The man said ruffling my hair, hmmmmm he would
have to stop doing that I thought as I quickly ran my fingers across my
head to smooth it all out again. "Errrr I don't know, I usually have my tea
when I get home but ... er....yeah.... maybe..... yeah that would be nice"
I stammered and stuttered and the man laughed and said "Good, I hope I see
you again next week, my name is Graham by the way".

"Oh, errrr Paul" I mumbled. Graham held his hand for me to shake, I felt so
gorwn up shaking his hand, he held on to my hand a little bit and said, "I
will look forward to seeing you outside next Saturday Paul, you have a nice
week until then". With that he turned and walked out, I stood with my mouth
open without really knowing what to do next.


Well that's part 1, it's my 1st attempt and any constructive comments would
be great, or if you just wanna chat :- pabs0@yahoo.com