Date: Tue, 6 Sep 2011 14:31:11 +0100 (BST)
From: Randolph Triquento <randolphtriquento@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Trip To The Pictures

This is fiction. That means that it didn't happen, except in my
imagination. The author is an adult.

Saturday afternoons in 1958 meant a trip to the local picturehouse. OK, so
you would call it the cinema or the movies today but back then, in England,
it was "the pictures" or "the flicks".  I would sometimes go with my
parents in the evening to see the latest big movie from a comfortable seat
in the upstairs circle of the beautiful art deco picture house in the
centre of town. But Saturday afternoons were for me and my "best mate" Tony
to visit the local "flea pit" cinema where the seats squeaked, and the film
would break down at least once per performance.

Not that me and Tony cared, it was just part of the fun. We were 12 years
old, from poor families, and loved to watch our favourite western heroes on
the big screen, who we would impersonate a few days later in a game of
Cowboys and Indians in the local woods. In those days films were certified
as U ("universal", meaning anyone could watch), A (adults, or children
accompanied by adults, only), or X (age 18 and over only).

But it was the start of the 6-week summer school holidays, and Tony had
gone away on holiday for a week with his parents. Disaster! Although I had
other friends, Tony was my "bestest" friend and we were very close.
However, I decided that I would have an adventure, and go the pictures on
my own, something I had never done before.  As usual, I was dressed quite
scruffily in a dirty shirt, an old pair of grey baggy short trousers, and a
pair of once-white plimsolls, with my socks rolled down around my ankles. I
was a bit nervous, and it wasn't until I got to the cinema that I found out
what was on - a western, and then the main feature, a British war film.
Great! BUT . while the western was a 'U' film, the war film was certified
'A'. I was crestfallen, and stared sullenly at the stills displayed
outside, knowing I could never see the film.

Suddenly I was aware of a man standing beside me. "Looks like it could be
good" he said "Are you gonna see it?"

I turned to see an unremarkable middle aged man, thin, as scruffy as
myself, wearing a mac (raincoat), and smiling at me. I explained that I
couldn't go in, as I was too young.

"Well," he said "You could come in with me if you like?"

I didn't really think about it at all, just automatically said "Great!" and
followed him to the cash desk, giving him my entrance fee so that he could
pay for me. I thought that he would then leave me to find my own seat, but
no, he insisted on buying me an ice cream "as a treat". Not that he needed
to insist very much! We then walked into the stalls area where he quickly
said "lets go in here" guiding me into the back row. I was disappointed, as
me and Tony usually sat near the front, but the man HAD bought me an ice
cream, and HAD got me in to see the films, so I felt obliged to sit with
him.

There were not many people in the cinema, and none at all near the back
where we were sat. He took hold of his mac, folded it, and placed it on his
lap, as I licked my ice cream wafer.  "Enjoying that?" he said "You've got
it all over your lips! And a little splodge of ice cream on your nose!" and
I laughed as he wiped it off with his finger "I'm Joey" he said "What's
your name, lad?"

"Jimmy, sir" I replied

"Oh, don't call me sir!" he said "I ain't knighted! And I ain't yer
teacher! Just call me Joey. All right, Jimmy?" and I nodded.

A drip of ice cream fell onto my bare thigh.  Joey laughed, scooped it up
with his finger and put it in his mouth "Ooh! That tastes good!" he grinned
as his hand went back to my thigh.

Then the auditorium darkened and the western film began. I was soon
captivated by the action and only returned to reality when another couple
of drips of ice cream fell onto my leg and caused me to jump a little.
"It's OK!" said the man "I'll clean it up for you!" and his hand wandered
all over my thigh until he found the ice cream and scooped it up in his
fingers. "You've got nice smooth legs" he whispered to me. "Do you mind my
hand on them?"

Well, it didn't bother me, felt quite good actually, so I shook my head
"s'OK" I said. The action on the screen had died down now, and the boring
bit had started - that is, a girl was talking to the hero. Yuk! So I was
aware of the man's hand on my thigh, lightly brushing over it, up to the
hem of my short trousers. Then I became aware of his raincoat, sliding
across my lap, over my legs and his hand.

I suddenly became very nervous, and sat there rigidly, frozen to the
seat. "That feels nice, Jimmy" he said softly "Nice and soft and warm" and
he lightly squeezed my thigh. "Do you like it?" he asked, to which I could
manage only a grunt, "Or would you like me to stop?"

This was a crucial point of decision, of course, but at twelve years of age
I didn't recognise it as that, I was just enjoying the mans' touch, and
appreciating what I took to be his kindness and affection. So, far from
saying "stop!" I just muttered "it's OK."

"Mmmm" he said "good boy" as he recognised a green light when he saw one!
His hand moved up over my trousers to between my legs and gently
squeezed. My legs had a mind of their own and opened wide to allow his
access. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a big grin on his face. I became
aware for the first time that my little willy was stiff in my pants. Joey
squeezed again,and even before he spoke, I knew he could feel my hardness.

"Feels smashing!" he whispered "I can feel your nob, Jimmy, all nice and
stiff and excited! You like this, don't you?"

I could only nod, there was no point in denying it. Then his fingers moved
up and I felt them at my waist, unhooking my S-clasp elasticated belt, and
undoing the waist button on my trousers. In the aisle a few yards away, the
usher occasionally walked up and down, shining his torch along the rows of
seats. It worried me at first, but then I realised that he never shone his
torch along our row.

Joey was unbuttoning my flies now, and I was in ecstasy. This man liked me
so much that he wanted to play with me "down there"! This was something
that I had only done with Tony and a couple of other boys at school
before. As he unbuttoned my flies Joey got a surprise "You ain't got no
underpants on!" he whispered "You ARE a good boy, Jimmy!"

Quickly his fingers, still covered by the raincoat, found my stiff little
willy, and played with it. It was only about three inches long at that
time, with a nice foreskin, which pulled back to display the helmet. I was
totally devoid of pubic hair, of course, and my little cob-nut size balls
were very tight in their sac. "Oh my god!" whispered Joey "It's a beauty
Jimmy!" as he got me to lift of the seat so that he could pull my trousers
down to my knees. This gave him complete access to all that he desired -
and all that I desired him to have. For I was in a state of total
happiness, and he knew that I would let him do anything. Even so, when he
whispered "Can I suck it?" I was so surprised that I could only blurt out
"What for?"

He gave a quiet chuckle "Don't worry!" he said "It'll make you feel good,
certainly won't hurt you!"

So I just nodded. To my surprise, he bent right over me, and I quickly felt
his hot wet mouth on my little stiff prick and it felt . wonderful! His
tongue explored every little part of my erection and soon my head was
spinning with excitement. At one point he took my little balls into his
mouth as well, and I almost fainted. But then his head was against mine
"You are a lovely boy, Jimmy!" he whispered " Thanks for letting me do
that! Did you like it?"

I nodded. "Terrific!" was all I could say.

He kissed me on the cheek "Better get dressed now" he said "and watch the
rest of the film". I was disappointed that he wanted to stop, and could not
understand why. Now, in hindsight, I can only assume he had cum in his
pants!

When the western finished, Joey got up, walked to the aisle, and was
talking to the usher. A couple of minutes later he returned "Jimmy" he said
"You wanna have some more fun?"  I agreed - of course I did! I followed him
to the aisle, where he introduced me to the usher, Roy, a lad of about 16
or 17. Roy led us both towards the cinema foyer, but then detoured to a
private area, and into a room containing a table and some chairs and
cupboards. Roy locked the door.

"It's safe here" Joey said to me "It's Roy's room, he likes to have some
fun too, is that OK, Jimmy?"

Roy was tall, handsome, and well-built. "Yeah, sure!" I said

"Thanks, Jimmy" said Roy "You done sexy fun with adults before today?"

I shook my head "No, only with other boys" I said "But I like it though!"

Roy smiled and squeezed the crotch of his uniform trousers "Come on then,
Jimmy" he said "Wanna get my nob out?"

I went to him as he unbuttoned his flies. Then I put my hand inside and
grasped something thick like a sausage. I pulled it our through the front
of his trousers. It was the first grown man's prick I had seen, and it
looked huge to my eager young eyes. As I held it I felt it still grow in
length and thicken in my hand, so I loosened my grip.

"Six inches" he said, proudly "Like it?"

"Yeah! It's huge!" I said

"Hehehe" he laughed "That means you haven't seen Joey's yet! Show him,
Joey!"

I turned towards Joey, who unbuckled his belt, pushed his trousers and
underpants to the floor, and held up his shirt. The first thing that
surprised me was how hairy he was around his crotch, and the second thing
was the size of his erection, and the huge low-hanging balls

"Seven-and-a-half inches!" said Joey, standing next to Roy. I was
speechless. I took one prick into each hand. I couldn't close my hand
around Joey's, it was too thick.

"Jimmy .." said Roy as I slowly wanked him "You ever sucked a cock?"

I had rarely heard the word "cock" and it excited me, this was a dirty word
that men used!  I shook my head. "What do I do?" I asked

"Open mouth" said Roy, "then put it over the end of my cock, and close your
lips around it. But keep your teeth out of the way!"

I knelt on the floor in front of Roy, and did as required. I had about an
inch of his prick in my mouth, and was soon enjoying the taste. "Great!"
said Roy . now see if you can slide your lips down my cock a bit further ."

But I began to cough and choke.

"No no!" said Roy "Don't gag on it, just go as far down as feels
comfortable ... mmmm ... Use your tongue on it ... feel my bollocks ..."

Under this expert tutor I was soon enjoying myself to the full - and he was
enjoying being pleasured.

"Fuckin hell, you're a great cocksucker, Jimmy!" enthused Roy "Stop for now
though - I don't wanna cum yet!" Cum? What was that? I decided not to
display my ignorance.

 Joey was behind me now, but his hands encircled my breast, unbuttoning my
shirt, and letting his hands glide over my chest. It felt wonderful, and I
giggled when his fingers lightly pinched my nipples. Roy, meanwhile, had
dropped to his knees and put a hand on my bare leg. Slowly it moved
upwards. When it reached the hem of my trousers he looked up at me,
grinning.

"I always liked doing this at school, with younger boys" he said "You like
hands going up inside your trousers, and having a fiddle?"

I nodded enthusiastically "Me and mates ... we often do it!" I said

Roy's hand moved up under the hem, along my hairless thigh. Automatically
my legs parted wide as his fingers approached my crown jewels. The I felt a
finger on my little balls, stroking the sac, then up further to my already
stiff nob. He took it in his hand and wanked it gently. "Lovely prick!"
said Roy "I gotta get a good look at it!"

Within seconds my trousers were around my ankles, and Joey had relieved me
of my shirt, so I was virtually naked. Then Joey and Roy were all over me,
their hands roaming over every inch of my body, their lips kissing my face,
my lips, my nipples, my prick, and I was in heaven. Then I was bent over

"Fuckin lovely arse!" said Joey, and Roy agreed, and I felt his finger go
in my bum hole.

"Nice and tight, too!" said Roy "Wouldn't mind investigatin' this a bit
further!"

"Yeah" said Joey "but the second movie is due to start, we'd better make a
move!"

We all dressed quickly, and Joey and I returned to the cinema. We watched
the film, just feeling between each other's legs occasionally.

Then it was time to go, and Joey asked if I would be there the following
Saturday, which meant I had to explain about Tony.  I told him I was now on
school holidays, and said that I may be at the cinema during a weekday
afternoon, but he said that he would be working. "But if you come in the
week, see Roy, he might know of a man who you can have fun with" he said
"Or just go in the toilets and see if you get lucky!" I thought that might
be fun.

At home that night, Dad asked me where I had been during the afternoon, and
I told him that I had gone on my own to the pictures. He read the local
newspaper, then said "Jimmy, if you went to the pictures, how did you get
in? They were showing an "A" film!"

"Errr .. some bloke said he'd take me in" I said "He was OK"

"Oh yes? Sit with him, did you?" he inquired

"Well ... yes" I said "He bought me an ice cream, so I sat with him."

"And did he talk to you? Or touch you at all?" he asked

"Oh yes Dad!" I said "he talked to me lots! It was fun!"

"And did he touch you?" repeated Dad

My momentary pause probably told him the answer. He immediately smiled
"Well, Jimmy" he said "Just go careful in there. And best not tell your mum
that you sat with with a strange man! You just tell the usher if anyone
bothers you and you don't like it!"

I immediately had the impression that Dad knew exactly what I had been up
to. "Oh" I said "You mean Roy? He's the usher. The man I was sat with knew
him, and I met him"

"Oh did he now! " said Dad, smiling "Roy, eh ... three or four years older
than you? Thin? Fair hair?"

"Err ... yes" I replied "Do you know him Dad"

Dad grinned "Oh yes" he said " I rather think I do! Well, well, well, what
a small world ..."

To be continued if there is any interest ...

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