Date: Sun, 16 Nov 2008 06:35:23 -0800 (PST) From: solsticeman@yahoo.com Subject: Caught in the Lower School Bogs. Chapter 4 Caught in the Lower-School Bogs. The Cinema, Hanbury Square A tale of the 1950's by Solsticeman We were in the Lower-School bogs. It had all just gone as wrong and as right as it could have. We had both come, tidily and untidily. We had both kissed and we had both cried. Well, I cried, he sobbed. When it had all sorted itself out, when he had smiled again and when all was well again in his world... He had asked me to go to the cinema with him on the following afternoon. I was ecstatic... I had been asked out... well, maybe by a boy, but an older boy and one I really loved to see smile. I thought... being asked out by someone you like to see smile, surely that must make it my first proper date! After we cleaned up, I said... "I'll see you tomorrow then? Hanbury Square at half past one?" "OK, I'll leave first now, give it a few minutes". The rules of the game again! I left the bogs quietly, cut down through the woods and came out by the river, up the Barn Hill and I was well on my way, a big smile on my face! I had another wank on the way home! The next day I was in Hanbury Square nice and early. This was the end of the first week of "Bridge on the River Kwai", and the queue for the ground-floor stalls went right round the corner, mostly mothers with hordes of kids. The queue for the balcony was just a few people, teen couples, old enough to date but not old enough to be trusted with the evening performance! Trevor appeared. I had at last discovered that his name was Trevor, just after I sucked him off... is that good or bad? I dunno. He had made some effort I noticed (as had I): best woolly, clean shirt and some nice "best" school trousers. In the 1950's clothes had only just come off war-time rationing, and we kept a "best" school-uniform for Sundays, until the week-day one wore out. "Hiya mate, glad you turned up!" "Me too!" "Are you OK with "The Bridge"...?". "Yeah, sure, I've read the book, its OK" We walked towards the cinema, Trevor aiming for the more expensive, shorter balcony queue. "It isn't much more expensive, and it'll be quieter" "You know we wont get halves up there?" "I'll pay yours if its a problem..." This was going a bit fast for me. Trevor was offering to pay for me, as if I was his girlfriend, weird or what! "No, that's OK, and we can go halves on the icecreams as well, I've got enough!" At least I wasn't sponging off him, like you heard some of the girls did. We bought our tickets, and walked up the stairs to the balcony. The light were still up and we could see just four other people up there. There were two boy-girl couples snuggled up at either end of the front row. The curve of the balcony would effectively hide them from each other, I thought ... ...slightly enviously! Trevor led the way up to the back row and then half way across from the centre-aisle. He went to sit down, stopped, and then stepped forward another place, finally sitting down. I realised that the back-row seats were in pairs. Each pair had no central arm-rest, so that couples could snuggle. He had chosen to not have the arm-rest between us. I smiled... Maybe I should have let him pay for me after all! The cinema was hot. Hot air rises, and we were as high as you can get. I folded my jacket on the seat beside me, and then took off my woolly jumper and laid that on top. Trevor did much the same, and settled back to watch the trailer as the lights started to dim. "This is as private as you could get" I thought, and leaned my shoulder against Trevor. He looked around nervously, looking up at the projection booth windows... No, I thought, its more private than that! and smiled. It was now completely dark, just a few dim green fire-exit signs, a long way away. As we waited for the main film to start, there was a commotion at the front of the balcony. A couple had entered and fallen up the stairs. Clearly they weren't used to the dark and probably couldn't see a thing. They would be better to just sit down till their eyes were used to the dark, but no... They carried on stumbling about until they reached the back row, felt about for the arm-rests and finally sat down about four seats away! Fuck! "Maybe they will move when they realise we are here" I thought. With Trevor and me sitting tidily upright, the strains of "Colonel Bogey" struck up and the film began. It was as good as promised and we became engrossed in the plot. I dont know how long it was before I realised that the couple beside us were less interested in the film than in each other. The boy had his arm around her shoulders and they were kissing. Then his hand drifted down across her shoulder and onto her breast. She smacked it gently but didnt move it. In the gloom I could see his finger tip circling! His other hand now moved, and without breaking the kiss he slipped his hand into her blouse! "Fuck me! this is hot" I thought and nudged Trevor, pointing discretely towards what was going on. He turned slightly so that he could see more easily. "Wonder how far they will go?" he whispered in my ear. "I'll need a wank if they go much further!" "I'll suck you off if they go all the way!", he replied. I giggled! "Promise?" The girl had her back turned to us slightly and in any case her eyes were closed. The boy, on the other hand, was looking straight at me. He grinned and winked. He popped another blouse button and I could see the white swell of the girl's other breast. By this stage I was really hard, so hard it was impossible to ignore. I started to rub my cock through my trousers, furtively at first... He grinned and winked again. I grabbed my woolly jumper from the seat beside me and draped it across my lap. By this stage the boy was almost laughing, at my discomfort! A couple more moves and her blouse was hanging open, and her bra had fallen off. He had her whole breast in his hand and was working hard at it. She moved her hand, onto his trousers and started to fumble the buttons. He grinned again, and with his free hand made a wanking gesture. "Oh, fuck" He knew I needed to wank and was telling me to go for it! The decision was taken out of my hands. Well, out of my pants actually. I felt Trevor's hand move under the jumpers and take my cock out and start to wank it! I moved my right hand under the jumper to hold it high enough to give Trev room to work, and it enabled me to make up and down moves so that the boy would think that I was wanking myself. My other hand was now in Trev's lap where I found the cock he had already got out... ready for me? or because he had been watching them? I didn't care. Either way, I had his hot, warm, hard, soft, smooth... gorgeous cock, in my hand, and was wanking him gently. The girl had done much the same and the boys cock was out of his pants and in her hands. He now moved his hand from her breast (and she modestly covered them) and slipped it under her skirt. He had done this before. You could tell by the way he went straight for it. She didn't stop him, just spread her legs to give him room. He slipped her panties down and off, stuffing them in his pocket. She spread her legs as wide as possible and he could be seen groping and rubbing... and grinning! Then I realised something I should have spotted earlier. He was holding her head against his shoulder and his arm was shielding her eyes... she didnt know we were there! Then he winked and gestured from me to Trev... he wanted me to wank Trev off while he watched... Oh, fuck! Trev was quicker on the uptake than I was. He whipped his woolly away, and my hand was left there, clearly wanking him off for all I was worth. Not to be left behind, I did the same. There we were two boys wanking each other off while they watched another boy our age (well Trev's) being wanked while he fingered his younger girlfriend (my age, about). It was a good thing she was younger than him, or he couldn't have done what he did next. As if she weighed nothing at all, he lifted her and swung her so that she was sitting across his hips, facing him. As she settled I saw her reach down between them and help his cock to enter her. Then with her head once more pressed against his shoulder she started to ride him. This was too much for me... I leaned across to Trev's ear and whispered... "Go on... you promised, and they ARE going all the way!" The boy was still grinning encouragingly, and Trev, wonderful Trev dropped his head to my lap and took me in his mouth. The boy looked startled, we had gone further than expected, but then he grinned and did a "thumbs-up". He was clearly enjoying what he was doing and watching, and his eyes began to glaze over. I had put my hands on Trev's head and was gently stroking his hair, then I leaned forward and kissed the back of his neck. The feeling I was getting was fabulous, my knees were trembling and I knew that Trev was the only person in my world that could have given me so much pleasure in such a short time. He was concentrating on me. I could tell that he had lost interest in the young couple fucking a few seats away. He had got what he wanted, my cock was in his mouth. Soon I would fill it with spunk, and that was all he was interested in or wanted. It wasn't just the wonderful feeling of Trev's warm wet mouth on my cock, or his rough hot tongue stroking under its head. It wasn't the animal grunts from the girl or the glazed expression on her boyfriends face. No! it was everything, it was Trev, and where he had brought me, the risks he was taking to pleasure me... It was Trev, it was Trev... It was MY Trev... Then I blew in his mouth. The girl shuddered. The boy's eyes opened wide... And Trev said... "Oh fuck, I've come in my pants again!!!" I leaned down and whispered in his ear "Don't worry love, it was wonderful" Oh Fuck! I just called him "Love" ---------------------------++++++++++++--------------------------------- I hope that you are enjoying it. It wasn't a bisexual episode, honestly! I remember this stage of development as one of fascination with hetero sex but the only outlet was homo. The couple were a rare exception. Rare if only because the only place to buy condoms (frenchies or rubbers) was in the barbers, and at this stage fathers and sons tended to visit the barbers together. I wonder how many pregnancies were due to an exceptionally strong father/son bond.