Date: Tue, 7 Feb 2006 11:43:03 -0800 (PST)
From: Joseph Smith <gaymormonwriter@yahoo.com>
Subject: Behind The Silver Screen Chapter 16    high school

(Author's notes: Copyrighted 2006. All comments are welcome and usually
answered.)


Behind The Silver Screen
Chapter Sixteen


The Jolly Roger Drive-In was located near the I-275 loop along I-75 near
the Cincinnati community of Sharonville.  Several motels lined the area. I
picked the Holiday Inn to check into before we headed to the theatre. I
registered and paid with the money I withdrew from my bank account right
after my visit with Jay. Taking the key, Eric and I entered the room. There
were two queen size beds, and I knew only one would be used tonight. We
dropped our bags and turned to each other.

My arms went around Eric and he fell into them. As I held him, my thoughts
wondered the gamut of what might happen here. Eric was a novice to the
world of gay sex. I was sure he had ideas and fantasies, but tonight, he
was my responsibility; I wanted him to remember this night of pleasure and
love for the rest of his life.

As I kissed his lips, I felt us both getting aroused. I glanced at my watch
and figured we had about an hour and a half.

I pulled from Eric's embrace. "We have time for dinner or we can start
something now."

The look in Eric's bright blue eyes told what I needed to know.  I brought
my lips to his and kissed him with all the passion and love that I could
convey. I was pleased that his response exceeded mine.  I finally released
him and set him down on the bed.

"No matter what we do, you are way too nervous and excited, and you will
probably pop as soon as you're touched. So, just relax and lay back, and I
will take care of your imminent need now."

"I trust you," Eric said. "You know best."

I started to unbutton his shirt.  As I worked my way down, he watched every
move I made. I pushed his shirt off and laid it on the chair next to the
bed. His chest thus lay bare. I admired the depth of his chest and
abdomen. Hair circled his nipples and a treasure trail ran down his belly,
over his navel and down into his jeans.  I reached for the snap on his
jeans and couldn't help but notice that his erection was pressed against
them. I stopped and looked up at his face. His expression was a mixture of
awe and fear and anxiety.

"Relax," I said. "Don't worry about what's going to happen or how fast it
will happen."

Eric nodded his head not taking his eyes off mine. I unsnapped his jeans
and pulled his zipper away from his crotch, careful not to touch his
erection. After removing his shoes and socks, I pulled off his jeans. He
lay there in just his underwear, and I saw a wet spot near the end of his
cock. I ran my hands up his legs and along his thighs. As I reached his
groin area, a moan escaped his lips. Still not wanting to touch his
erection, I slipped my fingers under the waistbands of his white underwear
and pulled them away from his body.

As he lay naked before me, I wondered at the beauty of the manliness before
me.  When I took a good look at his erection, which was of average size, he
didn't remind me of Mike at all.  When I noticed he had foreskin, I was
surprised and curious. Eric was not like his brother; he wasn't
circumcised.

I lay upon the bed running my hands back over his thighs and cradled his
balls and cock in my hands. I found myself excited at the prospect of
touching an intact cock for the first time. I brought my fingers to it and
wrapped them around his fleshy penis. I gently moved his foreskin down and
up, marveling at the flexibility of it. I brought the skin away from his
head and looked up at him.

"Don't worry about cumming too soon.  Just allow yourself to do it," I
said.

I brought the pink head to my mouth and licked around it. Slowly, I let it
pass my lips, slide across my tongue and glide towards my throat. I heard
Eric catch his breath.

With my mouth full, I looked at him. From the way his eyes locked on what
was taking place between his legs, I knew the moment we had both been
waiting for had arrived. I held his foreskin away from the head of his
cock, and with the crown resting on my tongue, my lips closed around it. I
clasped the shaft and, while continuing to suck on the head, I started the
slow pulling of the skin up and down his cock.

The coordinated action of my hand, lips and tongue worked their magic as
his cock hardened and his breathing became more rapid. I knew it wouldn't
take long.  Finally, his balls tightened up, his body raised slightly off
the bed, and his cock erupted into my mouth with such a force that his cum
tickled the tonsils at the back of my throat before sliding down to be
swallowed. The flavor of his cum was delicious. I continued to manipulate
him until he told me to stop.

Scooting up to him, I took him in my arms. He kissed me and used his tongue
to taste himself on me.

"Oh, Mike," he said, "Does it get better than that?"

"Yeah, it does."

After we took some time for Eric to recover, his hand moved down to my soft
penis. I had been so relaxed lying there next to him, feeling the intimacy
of the moment that I needed to be roused to action again.  He turned his
face to me and said, "It's my turn to show you what I've learned."

"Okay," I said.

Eric moved his naked body over the top of me, straddling me.  While his
fingers unbuttoned my shirt, he leaned down and kissed me. I felt myself
getting hard under his weight. I knew he felt it. He spread the shirt open
and ran his hands over my chest, running his fingers over my nipples. After
kissing my neck, he moved down my chest with his lips and tongue, touching,
kissing and licking.

He moved down without skipping a beat, found the clasp of my pants and
unhooked them. He ran his hands along my erection, softy stroking the
outline through my pants. After pulling down the zipper, he slipped my
pants off of me.  He laid down on top me, with our cocks touching through
my underwear. He sucked on my lips while he slowly ground against me with
his own erection. "Where did he learn this so quickly?" I thought. He's
making love to me and I am totally lost.

Eric broke the kiss, sliding down and slipping his fingers into the
waistband of my underwear. Teasingly, he ran his fingers along the
waistband before slipping the underwear off of me. He sat on his knees for
a few minutes to take in my nakedness. His hard on gave away his sexual
state as though with a mind of its own, the head began its inexorable
escape out of its protective sheath.

He lowered himself down with his face right at my cock. He kissed it. He
kissed each one of my testicles. He ran a finger along the perineum. Slowly
he lowered his lips and took the head of my cock into his mouth. I watched
him as he savored the taste of his first penis. He positioned himself like
I had him, and started the suck and pull of my cock.

Eric was incredible; he sucked me all the way down and back up, pulling on
what loose skin I had. I was right. Eric was a fast learner at
everything. It didn't take me long; I warned him I was going to cum. He
took the first shot in his mouth and then pulled off to watch, I presumed,
the rest of my orgasm. Cum shot all the way up my chest and dribbled down
to my pubic hair. He looked so cute, gazing up at me, with cum on his lips
and all over his hand. I reached up to him and kissed him.  I tasted my own
cock and cum on his mouth, mixed with his own taste; I knew I would soon be
addicted to Eric.

He lay down beside me as we continued to make out. I reached down for his
hard cock and began to slowly stroke the foreskin over his cock head. I
loved the way it moved so easily.

"You keep that up," he said, "and I'll shoot again."

I ignored his warning and kissed him more urgently.  I stroked him faster
as his fingers grabbed my cock to hold on to, his body convulsed into
another orgasm. Cum shot out all over us as we practically swallowed each
other's mouths. After it seemed he had recovered, he moved his body on top
of mine. We were covered in cum and I didn't care. His still hard cock
rested on top of mine, his balls brushing up against mine. At first he
didn't move at all. Then, slowly, he lowered his mouth to mine and engaged
my tongue in a leisurely duel for dominance. I responded my running my
hands up and down his the length of his back.

"Do I have time to get you off again, Mike?" he asked.

I looked at the clock on the dresser and figured that if he was quick, he
could, and we could still get the shower we both so desperately needed.

"Yeah, if you are fast about it."

Smiling, he moved down and took my cock in his mouth. This time, as he
worked his magic on my cock with his lips, tongue and hands, he showed me
no mercy.  He approached it from every angle with a gusto and vigor that I
had never known before. This time I shot off in his mouth with my entire
orgasm. He swallowed every last drop. I was amazed and proud of him. I had
to kiss his mouth so I could experience the wondrous tastes that I knew
would be there. Eric offered his tongue as I sucked on it.

I rushed us into the shower. We washed each other quickly. Easing the skin
back and soaping the head and the shaft, I figured out how to clean his
cock. We rinsed, and before we left the room, we enjoyed one last kiss and
grope.

As I drove towards the drive-in, Eric reached for my hand. I looked at him
with new eyes. His eyes were bright and his face radiated satisfaction. I
smiled at him knowing that tonight in that motel room we would discover
even more of ourselves.

"I know you're wondering about it," he said.

"Wondering about what?" I asked.

"Why I am not circumcised and Mike was."

"Oh, that," I said, thinking of course that he was right.

"One of the few things my parents ever agreed on was that circumcision
shouldn't be done."

"Okay."

"When Mike was born, my mother instructed the doctor that Mike was not to
be touched. He wrote the orders and everyone presumed that Mike would be
left alone. They brought Mike to my mother after it was done and she asked
the nurse why he was so fussy and she told my mother he had just been
circumcised. My mother was furious and cussed the nurse out."

I thought that part was funny, since I had never heard his mother ever
utter a curse word.

"My mother demanded to see the administrator of the hospital and asked why
it was done and he told her it was hospital policy, that no new born boy
was released without circumcision. She told him she would not pay for it
and swore she would never have another baby in his hospital again. She said
he didn't care. She called my Dad, who was overseas at the time, and told
him what happened. I guess he called the administrator and cussed him
out. But it was done and there was nothing they could do about it."

"I didn't know it made that much of a difference."

"It does. I'm glad I'm not. I do like yours though; they left some skin for
me to play with."

I knew I wasn't cut tight and was probably grateful for that. I immediately
thought of Mikey and felt he was in good company.

"Did you know Ben didn't have Mikey circumcised?" I asked.

"Yeah, I know. My Mom had a long talk with Ben about that before Mikey was
born. I suspected Ben had already made up his mind about it."

"Ben told me he had read up on the subject by accident when he was
researching homosexuality. At first I was surprised about Mikey, then I
wasn't," I said.

"You should have seen Mike react when he realized we were different. Mom
had us taking a bath together. I was about three and Mike five. He started
screaming and yelled for Mom. Mike kept pointing at my dick and saying it
was broken. Mom just laughed at him and told him that he was like that when
he was born. Mom tried to explain to him that mine wasn't broken, trying
not to scare him about the fact that his had been cut. It would be a few
years before we both understood what really happened."

I laughed thinking about Mike's freaking out over his brother's cock.

The turn off came up for the drive-in. The paved road that led to the
castle-like ticket booth must have been a mile long. I drove through the
castle and down to the Snack Bar building.

We were early so I parked in front of the projection booth, and Eric and I
walked around the theatre lot. The screen was built with a frame of
steel. The screen facing was made of sheet metal painted white. A covering
of plants and bushes hid the bottom of screen frame, where the steel
supports were embedded in the concrete.  They were just tall enough to
cover us while we made out behind the screen.  Eric pushed me up against
one of the steel supports and sucked on my mouth. I felt his hardness press
against me as we dueled with our tongues. It seemed like he couldn't get
enough of me. I wondered if there was ever going to be a time that his
desire would ever be satisfied. I hoped that would not happen any time
soon.

I heard a car drive in, and ever so gently I pushed Eric back. "There's
more where that came from," I told him.

"I know and I can hardly wait," he said emphasizing his point by cupping
his package with both hands.

I snickered and pulled him out from behind the screen. We walked up to the
building and met the manager who left us in the projection booth. Opening
the plates that covered the portholes, I inspected the projectors for
cleanliness.

I noticed that these were Century projectors. The ones at the Ambassador
were Brenkerts. I always thought that the Century projectors had been
designed for left handed people. Eric seemed right at home as he grabbed
the first reel of the main feature and went to the left projector. I
watched him as he placed the 2000-foot reel in the top magazine. He ran the
film down from the reel and stopped the count down leader at the number
six.

Once again I was amazed that Eric threaded the projector correctly without
instructions. There were some differences between the make up of the
Brenkerts and that of the Century projector. I had been taught on a Simplex
E7 projector, which was pretty cramped. The Brenkerts on the other hand was
quite spacious. The Century fell in between. Each had a different type of
film gate and even the soundheads were built slightly differently.

I looked over his threading as he stood back, oozing obscenely his
self-confidence. I turned around expecting that his ego would get the best
of him. Without a word I simply shook my head at him and turned away.

"What? Aren't you going to say anything?" he asked.

I stopped and faced him. "If you keep this up, you're going to be better
than the teacher. I might be proud of you, but I will also be pissed."

Slowly, Eric started to smile at me. His lips parted and his mouth opened
to laugh.

"Smart ass," I said.

He just kept laughing at me until I opened the carbon arc door and he
looked in. This was an Ash Craft lamphouse. It was different than the one
at the Ambassador. It used larger carbon rods. I watched Eric move forward
and study the lamp house. I enjoyed this about him; he immersed himself
into the unknown, only later to claim the knowledge on his own. Since he
wasn't asking for any help, I walked away to give him space. It took him
about two minutes to figure it out, and then he expertly replaced the
carbon rod studs with new rods. I looked inside the lamphouse, impressed,
and closed the door.

"Smart ass," I said.

I walked over to the Men's Room to take a piss. He followed me and stood
right next to me as he pulled "little Eric" out to take a piss too. I
watched as he pulled the skin away from his pee hole and let loose.

"Are you perving on me?" he asked, shaking any wetness from his
cock. Letting his skin naturally ease back over the head. He looked
straight at my own cock.

I shook it for him, putting on a little more effort than I normally do. I
put it away and turned towards him and said, "Smart ass." He grinned.

As I turned and washed my hands, I felt his on me. "You're still a smart
ass," I said as I kissed his lips softly.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," he said with a wink.

By this time the snack bar area had opened up and we looked around. The
Pirate theme of the drive-in was evident in this area. The concession
manager told us that in the basement area was a complete display of pirates
and ships. It used to be open to the public, but after the novelty wore
off, they closed it and used the area for storage.

It was dark enough, and the time had arrived for the main feature, "Dirty
Mary Crazy Larry". As I started the carbon arc and the projector, Eric
watched my every move. His eyes remained on my hands as I handled the
switches. Instead of a switch on the wall for the picture change over,
there was a foot pedal on the floor. Not unlike a car's clutch, you would
stomp it with your foot.

I heard a chuckle behind me. He knew I would be letting him run the
projectors the rest of the night.

I'm sure he knew if he screwed up at anytime, I would thoroughly enjoy
it. I, of course, would rib him and not let him forget it. For the rest of
the night, he never screwed up, much to my dismay and with a little pride
on my part.

I sat on the stool near the workbench and just watched him. His body moved
with precision and confidence. I admired his ability to master anything so
quickly.

Being in public like this, we kept our distance. I don't know how it was
for him, but all I wanted to do was touch him. Hold him. Kiss him. As I
thought about what would happen when we returned to the room that night, my
cock kept getting hard. I had to reprimand it for its arousal, for what
little good that would do.

"The Legend of Hell House" was the second feature. Since both movies were
flat, I didn't have to do a lens change. It pleased me that I still knew
something he didn't.

As the night wore on, I began to realize how different Eric was from
Mike. I think the last four years away from his father had done him a lot
of good. I did think of Mike, though. As much as I tried, I couldn't help
it. I didn't feel guilty or anything, just that Mike would have his place
in my heart.

I feared Eric was going to be a challenge to keep up with. I thought that
wouldn't be so bad either.

As the last reel rewound in the machine, I asked Eric if he was hungry. All
we had had was some popcorn and a soda from the snack bar.

He came closer to me and said, "I liked what we had earlier in the room."

All I could do was smile and silently agree with him. "I'm starved. Waffle
House is on the way to the room. I think we both need to recharge our
strength before we hit the bed again."

After we got into my car to leave the drive-in, Eric took my hand in his.

"This has been an incredible day so far and I know in the room, it will be
even more exciting. I want you inside me Mike. I want to feel you make love
to me."

Those words sent a warm feeling throughout my chest and belly that was
something that I could hardly remember ever having had before. I knew how
excited and taken I was when Mike entered me that first time. I remembered
the moment I first made love to him. I couldn't help but remember the
feelings and the emotions that connected us to each other at the time. I
didn't know if it could get any better than that.

I didn't respond other than to squeeze his hand and nod my head. Pulling my
hand away from his, I started the car. We rode in silence to the Waffle
House. We chatted about movies and music as usual as we eat heartily. He
must have been starved because the boy could put it away.

It was nearly 1:30 in the morning by the time we got back to the motel. I
fished out my key and unlocked the door. I turned and looked in each
direction to see if anyone was around to see us. Feeling confident that we
had no audience, I picked Eric up and carried him into the room, kicking
the door shut after us.

I laid my lover on the bed and undressed him. He watched every move I
made. I kissed every part of his body I could reach with my lips. His hands
would brush my hair or stroke my face or body. I stood up and started to
strip for him. He already had an erection standing proudly above his body
as I revealed my nudity to him. My own erection was standing tall, too.

I reached into my bag and found my small jar of Vaseline. His eyes followed
me as I neared his body with mine.

In my heart, at this moment, I was fully alive. I opened the jar and
slipped my fingers in. I felt the viscous moisture of the Vaseline on them
and looked up at Eric. He moved his legs apart.  With my other hand I
grabbed a pillow and slipped it under his lower back.

With his body completely opened to me, I felt overwhelmed by the feeling
that Eric was giving himself to me unconditionally.  I brought my mouth up
to his hard cock, and as I took it into my mouth, my fingers guided their
way to his perineum. I slipped my tongue over his exposed gland as my
fingers continued to his rectum.  My fingers and mouth worked to prepare
him for what was to come. His moans only encouraged and heightened my own
arousal.

He was a very tight virgin boy-man, as I had to remind myself, but my
fingers had their way with him. When they found his prostate, he nearly
jumped off the bed. I couldn't wait to run my cock head over the very same
area.

Slowly, I removed my fingers and reached for more Vaseline. He watched as I
applied the jelly to my cock, preparing it for the moment that neither of
us would ever have again, our first time together.

As I reached for his body, my cock nestled at his perineum.  My face
opposite his, I kissed him, softly without urgency. As I lifted myself up
and down on him, my cock rubbed his anus.

"I love you, Mike," he said, softly.

"I know," I said.

I knew what his response was going to be, so I covered his mouth with mine
and sucked on his lips. I moved my hand down to guide my cock to his
rectum. I paused with the head at the opening, knowing that he was ready
and eager and so was I.

The moment it pressed into him, I knew I wanted this more than he did, to
feel alive again. As I felt it push past the resistance, Eric tensed up. He
moaned into my mouth as my cock made its way inside to his colon. As we
both felt my balls hitting up against his ass, I felt him relax beneath me.

I pulled off his mouth and looked deeply into his eyes. As I started the
slow process of stroking my cock inside his colon, my eyes never left
his. He gasped and moaned, never taking his eyes off mine. My cock was
wrapped tightly inside him. I could feel him squeezing himself on me. I
continued to make love to him, not pulling out completely, but just enough
to feel the inner ring of his rectum around my cock head. My body flooded
me with a feeling of euphoria. I made love to Eric and Eric made love to
me, running his hands over me, touching my face and hands. I knew he was
hard; I could feel it against my belly. But I didn't want him to cum like
that. I wanted him in me, later.

I quickened my pace as I long stroked him; as my cock head kept hitting his
prostate, I knew he was going to cum. I felt my own moment approaching as a
warm sensation began its journey from the base of my groin. I couldn't stop
it. It flowed, pulsating up through my cock and spraying inside Eric just
as he clamped down on me for his own orgasm.

Cum flew from Eric's cock, splashing both him and me. I kept cumming inside
him; it seemed like it would last forever. I wanted to feel this forever.

As I felt the orgasm start to subside, I lay on top of Eric and kissed him
soulfully. His hands pulled me closer to him as though he wouldn't get
enough of me; I knew I wouldn't get enough of him. My cock rested still and
firm, encased deep inside my lover.

Eventually, I fell soft and came out of Eric. I moved up beside him and
took him in my arms to cuddle with him. His head lay on my shoulder, his
hands on my body, one resting comfortably on my soft cock, protecting it,
it seemed.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"More than okay, Mike. I am completely happy."

I pulled him closer to me. "I want you inside me before we leave this
room."

"I know. I want that too."

"Is it what you thought it would be like with me?"

"Hmm," he moaned.

I took that as a 'yes'.

We fell asleep. He in my arms, sticky, wet and totally happy, and so was I.


The end of Chapter 16.