Date: Wed, 21 Sep 2011 11:33:16 +0100 (BST)
From: Randolph Triquento <randolphtriquento@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Trip To The Pictures - Chapter 3

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

Thanks to all you who sent comments and encouragement after reading
Chapters 1 and 2. This is much appreciated!



I was surprised, but pleased, to see that the new visitor was my Dad. He
picked up my naked body and hugged me and kissed me and asked whether I had
been a good boy. The vicar said that I had been so good that he was
thinking of having me in his choir!

Dad laughed "Well, why not?" he said "You've `had' all the other boys in
your choir! Anyway, I've managed to get a couple of hours off work to join
the fun!"

"And what did you have to do to get that, Kenny?" asked Den "Get a sore
arse, did you?"

"Just a bit, yes!" said Dad "My old boss dosen't get it often, so when he
does he gets a bit carried away!  Still, at least he hasn't got a monster
tool like Tug!"

Just then, Tug and Roy appeared in the room. "Is that a complaint?" grinned
Tug

"Well, if it is, you won't hear me complaining!" said Roy "Even though my
bum is a bit sore right now! Good to see you Kenny. What's in the bag? More
Vaseline?" he grinned

I hadn't noticed the shopping bag that Dad had brought, but now he put it
on the table, and took out a Kodak Brownie camera, with a flash gun.

"I thought I should take some pictures" he said, looking at me "Of Jimmy,
mainly, of course!"

I beamed, proudly. "What sort of pictures, Dad?" I asked, naively

"Naughty ones!" said Dad "Would you like that?"

I nodded. What young boy dosen't like to have his picture taken?  So Dad
began to take pictures of me – I was still naked, of course! A full
frontal view, a back view, close-up of my willy and balls, then me wanking
Tug's huge nob and licking it. I noticed, though, that Tug's face wouldn't
be in the picture, and told Dad, but he said he wanted pictures of just me,
not of others, which was nice.

The vicar wanked me till I was stiff, and Dad took some pics of that too,
then said he wanted some "action" pics of me, whatever that was. Anyway, I
had to lay on the floor on my back, and all the others were naked, knelt
around me, wanking their big hard ones. Dad stood on a table above us to
get some good shots.  Then he said it would be a "facial" shot, and I
suddenly saw all the men move so that their pricks were all just above my
face.  "Now keep your eyes open, Jimmy!" said Dad, then "OK everyone
... lets go"

All the four pricks were now being wanked vigorously, and I finally guessed
what was to happen. Soon, one after another, they exploded with cum onto my
face and I tried to obey Daddy's instructions to `keep my eyes open' while
the camera flashed several times. As each nob emptied it's load onto my
face, it was presented to my lips, where Dad told me to lick each one clean
and to swallow the sperm.

I quickly got to like tasting the sticky hot sausages thrust into my face
and did my very best to clean them up. "Stay there" said Dad, as I lay
alone on the floor now. I could feel the cum drying on my face as Dad took
some more pictures.

Then he put the camera down and leaned over me "My lovely spunky little
boy" he said "Daddy will clean YOU up now".  And his tongue appeared and
began to eagerly lap up every drop of cum on my face. It took several
minutes, after which my face was totally clean. Then Dad kissed me, with
mouths open, and I tasted his mouth and all the other men's spunk, and my
head spun with delight.



A couple of nights later, Dad came to my bedroom to kiss me goodnight. It
was then that he showed me the photos, which he said he had developed "at a
friend's house" the previous evening. I thought he had been working at a
neighbour's house that evening, but didn't say anything. I asked who the
friend was, but he just said "No one you know – yet".  The photos were
excellent, and I was excited just seeing them! Dad said I looked lovely
with the cum all over my face and my bright blue eyes sparkling. I had to
agree. He said that, as a reward, he was going to get me a nice bicycle for
my upcoming thirteenth birthday. I was thrilled, it was something I had
always wanted, but I never thought Dad would have enough money to buy me
one. Maybe he had won the football pools or something!



Soon, I was back at the pictures, on a rainy afternoon. I saw Roy but he
said there weren't many people in. He was busy, but suggested I try the
toilets, where I hadn't been before, so I went in.

It was a long gutter urinal, for 4 or 5 people, and a couple of cubicles,
neither of which were occupied. Next to each other at the urinal were two
people. One was a tall, affluent-looking, elderly man, and the other was a
boy a couple of years older than me. The boy and I recognised each other
immediately, for we went to the same school. I knew his surname was Taylor,
but not his Christian name.

I went to the urinal, and stood next to him, so that he was now between me
and the man. He glanced down at me unbuttoning my flies, I glanced at him
showing off his stiff nob and I smiled. So did he as he saw my stiffy. The
man was looking across at both of us, and we saw his big erection. "My
word" he said "Two lovely naughty boys! Now which of you will rub Daddy's
penis for him?"

We both moved to grab it, then he chuckled "Well!" said the man "very keen,
aren't you both! You'd better both have a fiddle with it together!"

Taylor and I enthusiastically grabbed the erection and the large balls,
enjoying ourselves, as we pleased the old gentleman. With our other hand we
grabbed each other's nobs. Taylor had a nice 4.5 inches, I estimated, and
it felt great.

The old man began to get excited and started to breathe heavy, so we began
to rub his prick faster."Go on boys!" he encouraged us "Oh yes ..." and
both Taylor and I got out of his line of fire, though the expected spurt
turned out to be a disappointing dribble of spunk which plopped onto the
floor.

Then the man handed us each a one pound note, before he left. I stared at
it in wonder "A whole pound!" I said "I've never had this much money
before!"

Taylor chuckled "Me neither" he said "I'll be able to get some smokes now!
You're at my school, ain't yer? Whats yer name?"

"Jimmy" I said, as we left the toilet "Jimmy Penfold. I'm 12 ... well, 13
soon! You're Taylor, aren't you?"

"Yeah" he said "Micky. 'Spud' to me mates! I'm 2 years ahead of you, I'm
14. You got a nice little nob Jimmy, you like sexy fun? I do. Me and my
mates do it lots. I done it here and in the seats with quite a few geezers
too, have you?"

I nodded "A couple of men, yes" I said "In the back stalls"

"I usually go in the circle" said Spud "Shall we go up there?"

I nodded and followed him up the stairs. The picture hadn't started yet, so
the lights were still on, though rather dim. Very few people were there, so
we found seats in a darkish corner and looked around. As our eyes became
accustomed to the dark, we saw a couple of single men, a bloke in army
uniform, a man with a little boy, a young couple, and a husband and wife.

The first film was a comedy. It was funny and, as we watched, me and Spud
fidded with each others' nobs, which poked out of our unbuttoned flies. A
couple of times I bent over and sucked his prick, which he liked.

About half way through the film, Spud drew my attention to someone coming
along our row. We covered up with our hands as we saw that it was the
soldier who approached. As he got close to us I saw that he was actually
quite young, maybe 2 or 3 years older than Spud. We sat up and pulled out
legs in as he went to pass by us, but when he was between us he stopped and
looked down

"'Ello lads,I been watching you two, I reckon you like a bit of fun, don't
yer?" he said in a half-whisper

Spud and I exchanged glances, then he nodded.

The soldier grinned "Good!" he said "Shift up then, one of yer, let me sit
down!"

Spud moved along, and the soldier boy sat between us. "Let's 'ave a look!"
he said, and Spud and I uncovered our still-erect penises. "Fuckin 'ell"
whispered the soldier "couple of nice looking cocks you got there, lads!"
Then he leaned back in his seat, unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his flies,
then pushed his army khaki trousers and underpants down to his knees
together, exposing his crotch.

His prick was semi-hard, but different to others I had seen, as it had no
foreskin - a "roundhead" compared to our "cavaliers"! The mushroom head was
completely exposed and as soon as I touched it the shaft lengthened and
hardened to something over six inches in length.

"You" he said to Spud "Wanna suck it?" Spud leant over the man, but was
stopped "No, not like that" he said "Get on the floor, between my legs, on
your knees" Well, there wasn't much room, but Spud installed himself
between the young man's open legs and I watched as he licked and sucked the
man's tool.

Soldier Boy loved it. Then he put an arm around my shoulder and pulled me
toward him until we were face to face, and then he kissed me, his tongue
exploring my little mouth. I began to feel a bit dizzy, as his tongue found
parts of my mouth that I never knew I had!  His hand was fiddling with my
willy and balls at the same time. In between kisses he whispered how lovely
I was, but then he had me and Spud change places, and I heard him
whispering the same thing to him! I quite liked kneeling between his legs
as I could smell his sweaty sexy prick as well as taste it.

I had my little mouth over the bald helmet of his penis. My tongue ran
lightly over the exposed head, which it's owner seemed to enjoy. I felt him
begin to push the helmet between, and then away from, my soft lips. At each
withdrawal I sucked on the disappearing cock dome, then eagerly opened my
mouth to accept it's return. The soldier began to breathe heavier now, and
had stopped kissing Spud. He looked down at my head working away, and
muttered "You're good, kid! Fuckin good!" He stroked my hair lightly as I
continued my work, then he sat up and slightly forward, trying to thrust
his prick forward, deeper into my mouth, but my little mouth could take no
more and I began to gag on it. He quickly realised what he was doing "Sorry
kid!" he said "Don't want you choking! It's OK ... I won't do that again
... carry on ..."

It was soon afterwards that my mouth suddenly filled with jets of his hot
warm cum, but I eagerly gobbled it all up, and swallowed it down, though a
little trickled down onto my chin.

I looked up. The soldier was slumped back in the chair, exhausted. I looked
at Spud, and we both chuckled. I got up from the floor and resumed my seat,
just as the comedy film came to an end.

The soldier regained his composure, quickly dressing. "You two lads are
brilliant!" he said "Now, can I get you an ice cream?"

He returned from the foyer with the biggest, most expensive ice creams they
had! They tasted superb and, in my case, mixed well with the remnants of
the "other" cream in my mouth.

Then he said goodbye. "You two sexy lads have finished me for the day!
Drained me of spunk, you have! I'll watch the main feature on my own. I'll
leave you to enjoy yourselves!" and he went and sat nearer the front on his
own.

Me and Spud started to watch the main feature, a war film, but there was
not enough action and we quickly lost interest. "There's another toilet in
here" said Spud "Up here, in the far corner. Shall we have a look?"

I agreed, and as we left our seats, we noticed that the man with a little
boy, who had been seated several rows in front of us, were headed in the
same direction ...


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