Date: Sat, 11 Oct 2014 08:19:08 -0400
From: Lytle Peters <lytle.peters@gmail.com>
Subject: Tuesday Afternoons, Part 1

This is a work of fantasy. People in the real world don't or shouldn't
behave as the teen and younger boys do in this story. So enjoy it as a
fantasy, and if you enjoy it (or even if you don't) please consider
contributing to Nifty to keep this archive alive.

*****

I was taking classes during the first session of summer school, and I loved
our little college town when 15,000 of the other students had gone home
from the middle of May until the middle of August. It was June 3, so that
meant the public schools would be done for the summer the next day. For me
that meant a couple of morning classes but afternoons and evenings free, a
schedule that was perfect for a nineteen-year-old.

To the casual observer, I was sitting in the afternoon shade of a giant oak
and flipping through the campus newspaper. I went quickly until I came to
the listings for the local cinema. Then I started to study. What would be
playing on the following Tuesday at the old Campus Twin? I say old, and it
was.  In a former life it had been a huge theater, but in the late 60s, it
had been divided to create a duplex. The lobby concession was in the
middle, of course, and from there you went left to one screen, right to
another. And each screen had its own restrooms in a little hallway just
outside that screen's doors, which meant you didn't have to go to the lobby
to pee. So what would be playing? R-rated films at 7:00 and 9:00, but at
1:00 and 3:00, there were special summer films, a cartoon film on the A
side and, bingo, a PG-rated monster film on the B side. Perfect. Show
time. And best of all, the ad had a note that special films would continue
throughout the summer for kids.

*****

I was sitting on a bench across the street from the Campus Twin, Tuesday at
12:45. Cars were pulling up and dropping off kids in front of the theater.
Other groups were obviously walking from a nearby parking lot, always a
mother surrounded by 2-4 little ones. Finally, I spotted what I was looking
for: a group of three boys around 10-11 walking up the street from the
other direction. I timed my crossing of the street so that I fell in behind
them, and when they stepped up to the sidewalk box office, I was in line
with them. I'm sure the young ticket taker thought, if she noticed at all,
that we all came together.

Inside the lobby was cool. The smell of popcorn was everywhere. Kids of all
ages were swarming the concession stand. Mothers were fumbling with
wallets. A cacophony of young voices filled the space. I veered right, got
my ticket taken, started down the hallway to the doors for that side's
screen, but opened the door marked Men opposite those doors instead. To my
left was a wall with two sinks and mirrors, a towel dispenser, and trash
can. In front of me I could see the end stall with door unlatched,
unoccupied. I stepped around the sink wall, and there were three urinals on
the wall opposite the three stalls. I quickly determined that I was
alone. Perfect. I stepped up to the middle urinal, unzipped, and took my
cock out. I peed a little, shook it, and then continued to play with it so
that it grew a bit. Not hard but bigger. I noted how the old privacy
dividers between the urinals were so low that I could see right over them
to either side. That made my cock swell more. I waited. But not long.

Soon I heard the door open and heard footsteps. They stopped behind me. I
looked down in front of me as though concentrating on peeing. "You use that
one," a young voice said. And then a young boy stepped up to the urinal on
my left. He was little. Too little to think about unzipping, even if he'd
had a zipper. No, he stepped up to the urinal, hooked his thumbs inside the
waistband to his shorts, and pulled them down. Out popped a cute
circumcised cocklet about half an inch long over a creamy soft little
ballsack. Beautiful. And in about five years. . . . To my right stepped the
older boy.  Dark brown hair in a floppy bowl cut. I couldn't see his eyes
because he was focused on the task at hand, literally. He also was wearing
gym shorts with an elastic waistband, so he too had to pull the front
down. He did so only far enough to release his cock, but he was soon
displaying a nice inch or so circumcised boycock with a pretty purple
head. He was just standing there with nothing coming out yet, probably
having trouble starting in a public space, which was fine with me. He kept
staring down and forward, so I did as well, taking in his perfection. He
must have been 9-10. Finally he started to pee. The little guy to my left
was done and pulling up his shorts, so I leaned back and turned just enough
to give him a view of my cock. At first he didn't notice but when he did,
he stared at it with unconscious fascination. I clenched my internal muscle
to make it twitch for him. Meanwhile, big brother (?) was finishing his
pee, so I turned back to watch him shake his little thing and put it
away. I pivoted to give him a view as well, but he was too shy to look to
his left. He spun around and shepherded the little guy out of the
restroom. The door squeaked and then closed with a muffled thud.

Decisions, decisions. Should I stay and continue the preview, or should I
go find my seat at the back of the auditorium and survey the entire
audience?  The door soon squeaked, so my decision was made for me. I stayed
put at the middle urinal. Again I heard footsteps. They paused as the
person must have come around the wall and seen that he wasn't alone. But
then he stepped up to the urinal to my right. I looked down as though
peeing but glancing actually at my new companion. He was a bit older than
the first one, a solid 10, floppy blonde bowl cut, cute little button nose
in profile. He too was wearing gym shorts, which he pulled down to reveal
tighty whities, which he in turn pulled down to release his boyhood. I
almost sucked in my breath, it was so perfect: probably an inch and a half,
creamy little shaft held with his right hand, giving me a full view of the
beautiful purple-pink head.  Once I realized he was staring straight down
at his business, I stopped glancing and just peered over the divider and
took in the sight. Talk about an American beauty. Wow. I watched as his
clear stream started and then strengthened. He wouldn't take long. But I
also knew I'd be watching for him during the movie. I hoped he had an extra
large drink from the concession stand waiting for him at his seat. He
finished peeing (Oh please, could I shake that for you, young man?), pulled
up his undies, his shorts, whirled and he was gone.

I was putting away my chubbed cock when again the door opened and I heard
footsteps. Again they paused. Then I heard the squeak of a stall door,
which closed and latched. I turned to see the heels of sneakers under the
door. He was just peeing but chose the stall privacy. I paused long enough
to peer through the crack at a boy 9 or so, brown hair, wearing jeans and a
t-shirt. I hesitated long enough to hear his stream in the toilet, then
decided to wash my hands so that I could see him emerge from the stall. The
toilet flushed. He was a freckle-faced cutey. I looked up and smiled at him
as he stepped toward me, his right hand still checking his zipper. He
smiled back shyly. He might be one to follow in later, I thought.

Time to go to my seat. Emerging from the men's room, I took three steps
across the little hallway and entered the swinging doors to the theater. It
was buzzing with young voices. I plopped down in the back row just inside
the doors, well under the projection room and balcony overhang. Immediately
I looked for the blonde cutey and spotted his head down near the front. He
was sitting with another boy who appeared to be a head taller. No mom in
sight. They seemed to be having a giggling conversation, and then they
started looking around behind them at the other seats. I stared straight
ahead at the blank screen. They turned back around and appeared to be
sharing popcorn. I wondered if the box was nestled between the blonde
cutey's thighs.

Surveying the seats, I was able to pick out some interesting patrons. A boy
in the 10-11 range with a bright red shirt sat about a dozen rows in front
of me. He was with two younger boys and a mom. All had the same strawberry
blonde hair. A dark haired boy in a whitish t-shirt was down front and to
my right. He seemed to be with just one other boy about his age, but then
the shy boy wearing jeans came back in carrying a large drink and went to
join that group. They must have been the boys I walked in with. Worth
keeping an eye on those three for sure.

I didn't see any young teens; instead, this was apparently a 12-and-under
crowd. A surprising number of kids were under 10, so I guessed the movie
wasn't really going to be that scary. No matter. The lights dimmed, and
trailers began. I could still see the audience, however. No one was in
between the strawberry blonde family and me. A trailer started for the
animated film being shown on the other side. Then one started for the next
week's shows. There was movement in front of me. One of the strawberry
blonde younger boys was up and moving toward the aisle. Time for a trial
run. He passed me and pushed through the door. I quietly stood and counted
1001, 1002, 1003, 1004, as I moved through the door and into the
hallway. The door to the men's room was still closing. 1005, 1006. As I
pushed that door with my right shoulder, I was unzipping and taking out my
cock. Bit of a chance but I was betting we were alone. I stepped around the
sink wall, and the boy was just getting settled at the left urinal. He
looked back over his shoulder and saw me. We made eye contact, I smiled, he
smiled back (cute 8 year old), and his eyes dropped immediately to the four
inches of chubbed cock in my hand. "Oops, sorry," I said. "I thought I was
alone." His only reply was a giggle. I stepped up beside him at the middle
urinal but hanging back from the divider in case he wanted to keep watching
me.

He did. He thought he was being sneaky, but his sideways gaze wasn't
subtle. I let him have a good look, even played with it a bit, then stepped
in closer so that I could get a look at him. Another beautiful specimen,
about an inch and a half, a milky white shaft, perfect circumcision and a
beauty of a purple mushroom head fatter than his shaft. Very very nice for
his age. Wait another three years or so. Which made me think of his brother
in the red shirt. Yum. He was glancing sideways again, even as he peed his
clear stream, so I sacrificed the pleasure of watching him and stepped back
enough to where he could see mine again. He watched as I gave it a few
slowly sliding tugs and it swelled to about five inches, which must have
seemed enormous to him. I think he'd finished peeing but he continued to
stare at me. Wishing I could ask him if he wanted to touch it, I didn't
dare. But I bet he would have nodded yes.

I was spared further temptation when the door opened and we heard
footsteps. I immediately stepped closer into the urinal, and my companion
turned and headed back to his seat. Whoever it was went into a stall, so I
zipped up and headed back to my own seat as well. The blonde earlier and
now this little guy were already worth the price of admission.

The film was just starting as I sat again. The main lights were gone now,
so the only illumination was from the aisle strip lights. Still, they were
enough to allow minimal visibility. I wasn't paying attention to the
movie. It was going to be about something coming to Earth from who knows
where and unleashing a creature, except this creature was somewhat
bumbling. Hence the PG. I thought about the little guy in front of me and
stroked my chubbed cock through my jeans. Wished I could have said to him
Come sit on the back row with me, and we could have some fun. As that
fantasy played out, I was fully erect.

About ten minutes passed before there was movement down front. Someone
making his way to the aisle. Yes, coming up the aisle on my side. Maybe the
blonde cutey's taller friend. Yep. He passed me and out the door. 1001,
1002, 1003, 1004. Again the men's room door was closing as I reached it.
1005, 1006. I was unzipped and out, no longer erect but definitely still
chubbed as I stepped around the sink wall. Again betting we were alone. He
was at the right urinal. Long, floppy brown hair covering his ears, yellow
t-shirt, red gym shorts, long tanned legs, sneakers, no socks. Probably 11
years old. He turned and looked over his left shoulder. I smiled. "Oops," I
said again, "Sorry. I thought I was alone." His brown eyes went from my
face to what was in my hand.

He took a good look, mumbled "'s OK," and turned back to the wall in front
of him.

I stepped up to the middle urinal but hung back in case he wanted to sneak
another peek. He did. I used my left hand to tease my cock a bit so that he
could get an eyeful. He thought he was being discreet in staring at it
sideways. Time to check him out. I stepped in and looked over the
divider. He was using his left hand to hold his gym shorts and underwear
down. His right hand thumb and index finger were at the base of a two-inch
beauty. Was there a requirement for beautifully circumcised boycock for
admission today? His was a bit fatter than the earlier ones, a good Vienna
sausage size with a flared purple mushroom head a little fatter than the
shaft. Tall boy was just holding it. No pee yet. He suddenly turned his
head and looked up at me and almost caught, maybe did catch me staring down
at his beauty. At least I wasn't drooling. We made eye contact and he gave
me a shy little half smile, then turned back to looking down in front of
him. Was that smile meant to say it was OK to ogle him? Was it meant to say
Aha, I knew you were looking? Well, if he knew or if he meant it was OK,
either way I was going in for another view. Oh my God, he wasn't holding it
any more, just holding his shorts and underwear down with his left
hand. His cock was half hard and growing. I watched it quickly swell and
stand so straight up, it was nearly touching his belly. It was twitching
with his heartbeat. Crying out for attention. Clearly, he was putting on a
show for me. Or was he just the kind who got an erection when embarrassed?

My own cock was swelling at the sight of this little beauty, but of course
he couldn't see me over the divider. Tall boy turned ever so slightly so
that my view was even better. OK. No doubt he is showing off for me. I
decided to say something, but what? "You're gonna have trouble peeing with
a cock that hard," I said quietly. Tall boy snickered and looked up at me
with gorgeous brown eyes and flushed cheeks. This time I made no move to
look away. My right hand moved instinctively toward him. He just stood
still. With the top of my index finger, I touched the incredibly soft
bottom of his little shaft and lightly slid it up to his mushroom head. He
exhaled audibly. So I just slid my finger down and up the shaft half a
dozen times. He turned even more, facing me now completely outside the
divider. My thumb and index finger gently squeezed him at the base, then
pulled upward on his creamy white skin, slowly jacking him. Again he
sighed.

The door opened. I let go of him and quickly turned back to the middle
urinal. He spun back to his urinal just as the intruder rounded the sink
wall. The footsteps hesitated as he saw us, but then he stepped to the
urinal on my left. Younger boy. Probably 9. Wearing jeans. He was
unzipping. Using his left hand to hold down his underwear. Holding his
boyhood with his right hand, which blocked my view. Movement to my
right. Tall boy pulled up his shorts, spun around, and started walking
away. No! No! I wanted to say Wait! But the door opened and he was
gone. Quickly, I tucked myself away and followed, but by the time I had
slipped back into the theater, I could see his form halfway down the
aisle. I sagged into my back row seat.

He and blonde cutey were all the way down at the front. I couldn't just
follow him and plop down with them. And even if I did, the light from the
screen made it relatively bright down there, and it was crowded. Shit,
shit, shit. All I could do was sit and watch and hope. Shit, shit,
shit. All I'd come for that afternoon was a show of boy cocks, which
granted I'd gotten, but to have one literally in hand, only to have him get
away! Shit, shit, shit. Have one so pretty and soft and hard and pulsing in
hand. Damn. Patience. Patience. Calm down. Watch the movie. Yeah, right. I
brushed back and forth across my lips with the index finger that had
stroked Tall Boy. My tongue instinctively flicked at
it. Patience. Patience. My lips locked my finger in a kiss.

In the film a family was camping. It was night, a campfire setting, the
father telling a scary story. The music and its heartbeat percussion let us
know the creature, whatever it was, lurked in the forest nearby. Mother and
girl around 12, younger boy, about 9, listened intently. Just as the
father's story reached its climax, out through the brush lurches this
creature. It grabbed the mother, who was sitting nearest. The father
reached to grab his wife and was pulled through the fire, scattering it and
causing the screen to go dark. Screams, growls, grunts. The kids were off
running into the forest as if it were a hundred-yard dash. Muffled
grunts. Darkness. Then the scene cut to early morning.

That's when there was movement in front of me, in the strawberry blonde
family. It was the oldest boy, the one with the red shirt, now in the
aisle, passing me. Bingo. 1001, 1002, 1003. I was out the door. 1004. The
men's room door was closing. I had my cock out as I rounded the sink
wall. Red shirt was at the left urinal. He didn't turn to look at me, so I
simply stepped to the middle urinal but not in too close, wanting to give
him a view if he wanted. He glanced at my chubbed four inches but seemed to
lean closer to the urinal in front of him and stared at his business. OK
then, so would I.  Like the last kid, he was holding it with the fingers on
his right hand, so all I could see was the very pretty purple head and a
clear stream of pee. I didn't think he was much bigger than his well
endowed little brother. When he finished peeing, he gave his cock a couple
of shakes, and that's when I got my only good view. It was indeed a
slightly larger version of his brother's milky white beauty. He glanced up
and to his right as he put it away and saw me zeroed in on his boyhood. He
hesitated, then blushed deeply. I just gave him a smile and looked back at
my business. Red Shirt was gone in a flash. Disappointing. But maybe little
brother was in there sucking down a king sized soda. He had been more
openly curious and less self-conscious than Red Shirt.

So I could stand there and wait, occupying the middle urinal. Or I could go
back to my seat and wait. The advantage to that latter plan was that by
following the boy into the men's room, I was almost guaranteed that he
would step up to one of the urinals instead of choosing a stall. If I
remained there in the middle, my next visitor might get shy and choose the
closed door option. On the other hand, if I remained there, I could keep my
chubbed state at the ready for display, and that was a definite advantage.

The door opened, so that made the immediate decision for me. I stared
straight ahead and waited. Footsteps hesitated, seemed to stop. But then
someone was stepping up to my right. I gave a sideways glance, and Oh Thank
You Thank You, realized it was Tall Boy again. He had his shorts and
underwear open and pulled down in a flash. He was already erect. I smiled
at him and said, "Thanks for coming back."

"I -- uh -- I -- uh"

"It's OK. You don't have to talk. But if somebody else comes in on us, step
into a stall. Don't run away, OK?"

"OK," he said softly, stepping back from the urinal and turning to offer me
full access to his boycock. I reached for him immediately and began the
slow tickling stroking I'd started with before. He let out a long, slow,
Whewwww. When I got to the base of his shaft, I brushed his tight ball sack
with my index finger. He spread his legs. My finger brushed the sweet spot
between his balls and his hole. Again he exhaled.

"You like that?" I said softly.

His long brown hair danced as he nodded.

"I wish I could touch you like that all over."

My finger was brushing very near his hole, but I brought it back and
stroked his balls, then back up the shaft to that other sweet spot, just at
the base of his purple helmet. He made a little "oh" noise when I tickled
him there, so I worked on that spot until he was standing up on his toes
like he would jump for the ceiling.

"Do you mind if I kiss it?"

He shook his head, and I dropped to one knee. He was so hard I didn't need
to hold his boycock. I breathed hot breath on him, then parted my lips, and
lay a gentle kiss on the purple head.

"Again?"

He nodded.

Lips parted, I kissed his incredible softness but this time my tongue
flicked at his sensitive spot.

"Oh gosh," he whispered.

"More?"

He nodded.

I opened my lips and enveloped his helmet, my tongue flicked across his
sensitive spot for a good half a minute, and then I slid his whole boycock
into my hot mouth. My tongue was bathing his whole shaft with hot
laps. Again the boy was rising up on his toes. I reached behind him and
grasped his buns as though keeping him from lifting off the floor
completely. I starting sucking him and tongue turning his shaft at the same
time. He pushed his belly against my forehead. My fingers found his
crack. I pulled back until my lips were just wrapped around his helmet,
then slowly sank down his shaft to envelop him again. "Ohhhhh" he
whispered. So I did it again. And then again. My fingers pulled down his
shorts and underwear in the back and then crept back deeper into his
crack. My lips slid down and up his shaft, my tongue a constant swirling
machine. My middle finger reached his butthole, and I played with its
moistness. "Ohhhhh ohhhhh" he whispered. He started to thrust, face fucking
me. My middle finger was making little circles round his pucker. His hands
were holding my ears as he fucked me faster. My finger slipped just inside
his pucker. He pushed hard into my mouth and held his cock there while my
tongue continued to circle his helmet and shaft. "Ohhhhh ohhhhh ohhhhh my
gosh" he whispered, standing up on his toes. Was it his first dry orgasm?

"OK, OK, stop, please," he said, and I knew his beautiful young cock was
too sensitive for more attention. He gradually came back to earth.
Reluctantly, I let it free, still twitching, and slowly slid my finger from
his pucker and up along his crack.  I looked up at him with a big smile. He
was looking down at me, his pretty brown hair down along his flushed
cheeks. "Wow. Thanks," he whispered. I stood up and pulled him to me and
hugged him tight. He didn't resist.

"No," I said, "Thank YOU. That was fun."

"I better. . . I better go back to Caleb."

"That your friend?"

"Yeah. He said you were looking at his pecker, so I thought . . . ." His
voice trailed off.

"He was right. And so were you." He smiled as he pulled up his underwear
and adjusted his shorts. "I wish you could come sit on the back row with
me.  I could play with you for the rest of the movie."

"I wish," he said.

"Maybe you'll come to the movie next Tuesday, same time, but come by
yourself?"

He thought about it for a second. "I'll try," he said, then added,
"Definitely."

"I'll be here for sure," I said.

"OK. Me too."

I wanted so much to kiss his luscious lips, but I was afraid that would be
going too far. Still, he lingered, as our agreement hung in the air.

"I -- I like you," he said softly, looking down at his feet.

I lifted his chin and looked into his brown eyes. "And I like you." He
smiled shyly. "Now get back to your seat before Caleb comes looking for
you. And I'll see you in a week."

His smile broadened. "OK. 'See ya."

And then he was gone. He must have been settling back into his seat by the
time I realized I didn't even know his name.

*****

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