Date: Tue, 4 Dec 2018 14:00:21 +0000
From: Andy Mann <andymann303@outlook.com>
Subject: Gerald's New Friend - Part 1

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Gerald's New Friend - Part 1

I was almost twelve years old when the following events occurred in 1961. I
was mad keen on westerns at the time, and spent most of my pocket money on
cinema tickets. Fortunately, the day I met George, I didn't have enough
money to buy a ticket to see the latest John Wayne film.

I stood outside the Odeon cinema and cursed my luck for being tuppence
short. I knew I didn't have the gumption to bunk in, via the fire doors at
the back, so I just stood there and looked forlorn.

George stood and watched as I checked my pockets for the non-existent money
again; he then waited until I was about to walk away before approaching me.

'Have you lost something, boy?' he said, in a concerned voice. 'You'll miss
the beginning of the film if you don't cut along.'

'I don't have enough money, mister,' I replied. 'I'm tuppence short.'

George, a well-dressed man in his late fifties, sighed and put his hand in
his trouser pocket.

'You don't want to miss seeing the Duke for the sake of a couple of
pennies,' he said, smiling. 'I'm always trying to get rid of pennies and
ha'pennies. It's a struggle to keep my trousers up with a pocket full of
copper.'

I laughed as the man pressed several coins into my hand.

'Come on,' he continued, 'we'll miss the beginning of the film if we don't
get our skates on.'

Because of the man's generosity, I felt obliged, after buying my ticket, to
follow him up the stairs and into the circle.

'All seats are the same price for a weekday matinee,' said the usher, as he
took our tickets and showed us to the back of the circle.

'Enjoy the film,' he said to me, before mumbling something to George.

The circle was near empty, so no one was within earshot when George took
his jacket off and began talking.

'It gets quite hot in here,' he said, as he laid his jacket across his
lap. 'You'll be wise to take your jacket off as well.'

I followed the man's advice and took off my windcheater.

'Why aren't you in school, boy?' he asked, as he helped me place the
windcheater across my lap.

'The school roof was hit by lightning, and the whole top floor went up in
flames,' I replied. 'Someone had nicked a big chunk of the copper lightning
conductor. So I'm on holiday until they can find another school to take my
class.'

'An act of God,' said George, as he continued to fuss with the
windcheater. 'Now that was a bit of luck.'

When the lights went down, George still had his hand on the windcheater -
the bit that spanned my groin. The back of his hand stayed in constant
contact with my shorts as it moved back and forth over my cock. I tried to
ignore the feeling, but his hand wouldn't let me.

'Just relax, boy,' said George.

I sat frozen to the spot as the man and my cock conspired to entertain
me. The Duke was doing his thing on the big screen, but I was more
interested in what George was doing to me in the semi-darkness of the
cinema.

'Okay, boy,' said George. 'I need you to help me out a little. Just put
your hand under my jacket and take hold of Gerald. He wants you to give him
a little squeeze.'

'Gerald?' I queried.

'My cock,' he whispered. 'Gerald is the pet name I call my cock; my dick;
my dinkle.'

'Oh, right.'

Without giving it a second thought, I slid my hand under the jacket and
cast around for Gerald. I nearly jumped out of my seat when my fingers
found the unsheathed erection. It was massive; it was hard; it was rampant.

'Give him a squeeze, boy,' said George.

I wrapped my hand round the hard-standing beast and squeezed.

'That's it, boy. Make friends with Gerald.'

I sat in the semi-darkness and did my best to maintain a firm grip on the
man's cock - my bony fingers were nowhere near as strong as they needed to
be, but George and Gerald didn't seem to mind.

'Now give him a little wank,' said George, as he squeezed my cock through
the coarse material of my shorts.

'Wank?' I queried.

George's free hand disappeared beneath the jacket to encompass my hand. I
was then schooled in the art of wanking by a true enthusiast.

'Hands-on training is the only way to learn,' said George. 'Ask anyone.'

'Is my cock big enough to wank?' I asked.

'Let's see. Lose the shorts and give Gerald Junior an outing.'

George released my hand and watched as I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned
my shorts. I then rose up in my seat and slipped both shorts and Y-fronts
over my knees, letting them fall to the floor, around my ankles.

'Now spread your knees and let Uncle George play with Junior and the
twins.'

I eagerly spread my knees as Junior twitched uncontrollably, which made the
twins bounce around in their hairless sac.

'Nice and stiff,' George continued, as he began wanking me off with his
finger and thumb. 'I like a cock that's nice and stiff, and matchstick
thin.'

The feeling in my belly was truly awesome: I couldn't believe a finger and
thumb were capable of giving me so much pleasure. I felt obliged to reach
out and take hold of Gerald again, just to be polite, but my arms and legs
wouldn't budge - my whole body was enjoying the moment big time.

'It feels good, yes?' asked George.

'Yes-s-s-s, real good!' I replied.

'You stick with me, boy. I know how to keep that fire in your belly burning
for a long, long time. It'll feel good when you do it yourself, but Uncle
George knows all the ways of getting the best out of Junior and the twins.'

My fingers gripped the arms of the seat as George stepped up the
stroke-rate. My knees were well apart, and the windcheater was now on the
floor, tangled up with my shorts and Y-fronts. I was on cloud nine, and so
failed to see the usher lurking in the main aisle: he was crouching down
and watching the action in the reflective light of the silver screen.

'Your cock is rock-hard, boy,' said George. 'Do you want me to ease up and
give it a little rest?'

'No way!' I snapped. 'I like it rock-hard; it's good rock-hard.'

'Yes, it feels good, real good. But...'

'Ahh, fudging hell,' I spluttered, as a climax, which was dry, totally
overwhelmed me.

'That's it, boy,' George encouraged. 'Don't hold back. Let it all out.'

I collapsed back into my seat, threw back my head, and let out a low
whistle. I felt great, and wanted to do it all over again. It was then that
I saw the usher stand up.

Panic replaced euphoria in an instant. I lurched forward and put my hand on
George's wrist.

'Let go, George,' I whispered. 'The usher's seen us doing it. He's standing
at the end of the row, and he's seen us doing it.'

'Calm down, boy. Melvin's on our side; he likes to watch.'

The reflective light from the silver screen dropped away dramatically when
the Duke stopped to make camp for the night. Melvin, who was standing some
ten seats away on my left, switched on his torch; George, who was sitting
on my right, told me to stand up and turn my back to the usher. I did as I
was told, too nervous to refuse.

'That's it, boy,' said George. 'Now pull your shirt up and give Melvin
something nice to look at.'

The usher's torch bathed my arse-cheeks in dull, yellow light. I wanted so
much to look over my shoulder, to make sure Melvin was truly 'on our side',
but George took hold of my cock and distracted me, big time.

'Now let's kiss Junior all better, and get him nice and stiff again,' said
George, as he squeezed my ball-sac and sucked my cock into his mouth.

My whole body shuddered with excitement: the man's tongue quickly had
Junior up and running again. I arched my back to get more of my uncut cock
into George's mouth. I wanted to step forward, but with the tangle of
clothes around my ankles, I couldn't risk falling over.

The torch's dull, yellow light continued to pick out my arse-cheeks from
the surrounding gloom. Melvin shone his torch up and down my body several
times, ensuring that he could see my arse in the top or bottom half of the
light beam at all times.

I was loving every minute of my first sexual encounter, and I really liked
the idea of being watched by Melvin. In fact, I pulled my shirt up as high
as it would go, just to give the usher a real eyeful of my eleven-year-old
body - George had certainly managed to bring the little devil out in me.

I tightened my grip on the shirt when George's tongue teased the very tip
of my cock. It was then that my body shuddered uncontrollably, triggering
another dry climax.

Still reeling from the climax, I let out a whole series of oohs and
aahs. My knees were in real danger of giving way as George continued to
pleasure my cock-head with the tip of his tongue. I so wanted to sit down
and rest, but I didn't want the man to stop licking my hard-standing
cock. Eventually, George decided to stop sucking my cock when my oohs and
aahs became a tad too loud for his liking.

'Keep the noise down, boy,' he scolded. 'You need to stop up that gob of
yours with something hot and tasty.'

Collecting up his jacket and my windcheater, George placed them on the seat
to his right. He then spread his legs.

'Now get down on your knees, between mine, and suck me off. I want you to
lick Gerald into shape.'

I was happy to take the weight off my feet, and I was keen to try out a
little cock-sucking. Melvin had wandered off for a few minutes: to check
out the circle and see that all was well. He was now back, and preparing to
light up my performance with his torch.

'Just lick the head, like you would an ice cream,' George advised. 'I want
you to take it nice and slow.'

Melvin's torch found me kissing Gerald's bulbous cock-head, just seconds
before my tongue went to work on its shiny, smooth surface. Gerald tasted
salty, and smelt a little musky, but the cock's length and girth were the
things I remember most from that first up close and personal encounter.

Watching westerns and other films had now been relegated to second place on
my list of favourite pastimes. I was now mad keen on playing with cock,
especially man-size cock. That first tentative touch of George's stem had
flipped a switch in my head, a switch that had turned me on to sex in a big
way.

'Nice and slow,' George repeated. 'Uncle George likes it nice and slow.'

The uncut cock twitched when the tip of my tongue glided over the base of
the exposed cock-head. George sighed when my tongue went back to make
Gerald twitch again.

'That's a good boy,' said George. 'You're going to be really good at this
sort of thing .... and that's coming from someone who knows what he's
talking about.'

Some five minutes later, my head was bobbing up and down on George's cock
in a slow, rhythmic way. Melvin was still eagerly watching the novice at
work, but now he was sitting in the first seat of our row.

'You can stop now, boy,' said George. 'I don't want you choking on my
spunk.'

I stopped sucking Gerald and looked up.

'What's spunk?' I asked.

It was then that a jet of semen erupted from George's cock-head and hit me
under the chin.

'That's spunk, boy,' George replied, laughing.

Another jet of semen followed the first, hitting me on the right cheek as I
handed Gerald back to George. In exchange, I was given a handkerchief to
get cleaned up.

'You can swallow the spunk next time .... now that you know what to
expect,' said George. 'Swallowing spunk will put hairs on your chest, and
make your cock bigger. It's a known fact.'

'Get away. That can't be true.'

'Ah, but it is,' George joked. 'But don't you go telling folk. What we just
did is considered abnormal and wicked by people like your mother and
father, so you must keep it a secret. We could both be locked up for lewd
behaviour. Cock play between men and boys is against the law, even though
it's good fun.'

'It sure is,' I said, smiling.

'So, if you promise to keep it a secret,' said George, 'I'll introduce you
to some friends of mine. They all like playing with boy cock.'

'I promise. I promise. I promise.'

'Well, that's settled then. Now, what's your name .... and how old are
you?'

'Alan. Alan Rogers. But my friends call me "Roy"; and I'll be twelve years
old next month.'

'Excellent,' said George. 'But you must promise to let me see you in your
birthday suit before then.'

I laughed as I pulled my shorts and Y-fronts up, and sat down in my seat.