Date: Wed, 18 Mar 2009 14:10:01 EDT
From: Writersinterlude@aol.com
Subject: Me and Malcolm

Me and Malcolm in the back row
Copyright Alex Carr 2009

I was introduced to Malcolm as the lad who had it all but when I first saw
Malcolm he was not my type at all. In fact he was everything but. He was a real
 rough sort of looking guy, not easy on the eyes if you know what I mean, but
 it's funny how things can change. I mean the way he smiled and looked at me
with  that so raunchy expression made me take another look and think about it.
Maybe,  just maybe he would not be so bad after all.

He wanted to treat me to a movie. "There is a nice Harry Potter showing at
the Apollo, Pete," he said.

I looked at him at first. "Harry Potter? I am eighteen years old now, isn't
that kids stuff?"

"Nah! All ages, come on, you will like it- and what I have in mind," he
added as an after thought. Although I guessed the notion was already there
before the thought.

Whatever, I thought. Malcolm intrigued me sure enough. He was about forty
but his nice smile combined with his apparent generosity won me over for what
would possibly turn out to be a feel in the back row, if former experiences
with  guys who wanted to take me to the movies was true.

We took our places inside and sure enough he said, "Let's find a seat at
the back, quiet there and you don't have to keep getting up and down to let
people pass." he said.

Good enough excuse I `spose!

He bought sweets and chocks before we went inside and said he'd treat me to
an ice cream in the interval. Big deal, I thought and wandered what he was
going  to treat himself to before the interval.

The lights dowsed and the title came on. I was enjoying it. I felt him  nudge
me and there was a packet of sweets under my nose - "take one, two - as  many
as you like." he said.

Then as I munched the chocolate centres I felt his fingers sliding along  the
inside of my left thigh, I wondered how long it would take.

I continued enjoying more chocks he was offering as his fingers continued  to
slide further up. I guess he was seeing if I would reject and how far he
could go. When suddenly his hand bunched my cock and balls I flinched a little,
he was a bit rough. "Sorry" he whispered. "You feel great, you got a lovely
prick."

I was contemplating whether or not I should stop him but after the initial
shock of the rough handling, his touch became much more gratifying. So I gave
him the okay by sliding forward a little on my seat to allow him full access
of  me. I opened my legs and let it hang over the edge so he could get a good
feel.

"Mmm. Love it!" he grunted.

I was losing the film with the feelings he was giving me. It was really so
good, the way he moved his fingertips over me down there, squeezing and
manipulating me. When I felt his fingers start to unzip me I gasped. I actually
wanted this and had a huge hard on.

Malcolm wasted no time in unzipping me and taking my cock out. "I will put
my jacket over if anyone wants to come into our row," he said.

A few seats down there were a couple, deep snogging. They had no interest  in
what we were up to I could tell, so I spread myself nice and wide and laid
back in anticipation.

"You are really lovely Pete - you smell good too, wonder how you  taste?"

Next he was sucking my cock to oblivion and I knew I would soon cum. It was
so good and the feeling of his deep suck was out of this world. He was
squeezing  my balls at the same time and I told him I would be cuming if he continued
but  that did not bother him one iota and I realised he wanted me to cum into
his  mouth.

So I just relaxed and let it happen. It was so good I cannot tell you how
good. I heard the sound his sucking my cream was making and hoped no one else
could hear, but Malcolm was so gone he would never have realized. He was
content  to suck me dry, every last drop as he squeezed my balls and ran up my shaft
like  it was a tube of toothpaste. It was all so wonderful.

Afterwards he asked me if I liked.

"Absolutely," I said as we got up, the film ended and made for the  exit.

"But you, what about you?" I asked

Then I realised, when he took me back to his car, why he had shaded  windows.
"We can do it in the back easily - just slip `em down babe and let me  get
up you."

I guessed as much but I was in the mood. It had been a month since I'd seen
Danny. Malcolm was a mate of his and obviously he had told him that I was game
 for a fuck.

He had me across the back seat doggy style. He had a great cock on him,
which I was able to feel and wank a little although he was already hard
enough to get a good fuck out of me.

I loved it. Loved the way he worked it up inside me. The sliding and the
warmth of his hot cock thrusting deep inside until I felt his final surge come
so strong, almost pushing me out of the side window. He fucked me rough and it
was fine. When he was finished and he dropped me home I still felt him inside
 me. It was that good.

Okay, so I missed the film but I gained an awful lot more.