Date: Tue, 5 Feb 2008 14:33:21 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Afternoon Movie

   Another fictional outpouring from the over active mind of
storyguy22. All usual disclaimers apply. Comments always appreciated at the
email below.



   Twelve year old Scotty's heart was hammering in his chest so heavily
that he could hear the rapid beats echoing as dull thuds in his ears. Every
muscle in his slender young body was wound as tightly as an eight-day
clock, and he was scarcely breathing, as his unchanged voice made tiny
squeaking sounds that slipped from between his tightly clenched teeth. His
mind was screaming silently at him to call out, or to simply bolt from his
seat and run as fast and as far as he could to escape the man who sat next
to him in the dark and mostly deserted movie theater. The conflict was that
while his mind obviously knew what would be the correct action on his part,
his young body disagreed, and, at the moment his body seemed to have the
priority, as it worked its spell over his mind, and made him do nothing, to
simply sit frozen in his seat while the man continued to fondle his
exceedingly erect little boyhood, and alternately prod his aching little
balls.

   Scotty had never experienced such intense feelings of pleasure as those
that now coursed through his slightly trembling body and his four inch
penis had never been as stiff as it was at this very moment, as the much
older man continued to grope him. His small balls actually ached in a very
good sort of way, and he found himself longing for the mans meaty fingers
to probe his crinkled little pouch some more, and to light off that amazing
tingling feeling that made him dizzy with pleasure. As if reading his
thoughts, the man stopped squeezing his boner right then, and let his thick
fingers drop down to manipulate his balls, and Scotty reflexively pushed
his thin, bare legs wider as his tiny butt arched upward off the padded
seat, allowing the groping man better access to his tender nuggets.

   The man chuckled softly, his warm breath washing over Scotty's ear, as
the man moved his slightly sour smelling mouth right against his ear and
whispered for him to raise up a bit more, as he fingered his tingling
little balls, and told him what a good, and sexy boy he was being for
him. Scotty let out a low moaning sound as the man circled his small sac
with finger and thumb, tugging gently, and driving Scotty crazy with the
feelings the action elicited from deep within his trembling body. His brain
cried out once more, telling him to stand up, and run, at the same time his
body willed him to comply with the man's direction, and he did just that,
hoisting his pert little bottom off the seat.

   Scotty was fully aware of what was happening to him, the word "molested"
flashing brightly behind his closed eyelids like a neon cue card, and the
countless warnings against this very thing that had been repeated by his
parents, his teachers, and his preacher throughout his young life all but
screamed inside his head as he sensed the man's thick fingers tugging at
his shorts, and his small white briefs, as he furtively worked the small
garments down his coltish smooth legs all the way to his ankles. The man
uttered a low sound deep in his chest and his sour breath once more washed
over Scotty's flushed face as he paused to feast his hungry gaze upon the
young boy's now naked lower body, and the pulsing young erection that
jutted proudly off his smooth, white groin. The taut little pouch was
cradled below the rigid penis, a lovely pink bag of hairless and wrinkled
flesh that bulged fully with the weight of his ample young balls. Scotty
very nearly yelped out loud as the man's fingers wound into the hem of his
tee shirt then, and slid it up toward his chest, baring his soft little
tummy, and the tiny brown nubs of his little nipples to the cool air of the
theater. The man made that sound again, as his heavy hand pressed against
the flat of Scotty's smooth chest, causing the boy to sink back against the
chair back, his arms falling weakly at his sides. The man grunted again,
and then trailed his rough fingers over the twin dots of Scotty's nipples,
tweaking the sensitive nubs, as Scotty caught his ragged breath in his
throat, and arched his back forward to meet the source of the breath-taking
stimulus that flooded over him. Sensing the boy's pleasure, and mounting
excitement at being touched, the man chuckled softly, then, bent down and
washed each tiny nipple with his wet tongue, causing Scotty to squirm in
his seat, and utter a low groaning sound.

   Once more Scotty's brain willed him to flee, or to call out for help,
but the thought was quickly overwhelmed by the sudden jolt of pure pleasure
that racked him as the man's wide hand once more closed firmly around the
stalk of his throbbing erection, and gently stroked it up and down, setting
the boy's trembling body on fire once more so that he was helpless to do
anything but kick away the garments gathered at his ankles, and widely
spread his lean legs in an unspoken offering for the man to do whatever he
wished. Instantly seizing on the proffered opportunity, the man boldly
continued to fondle the young penis and tender balls, his hand moving
expertly over the boy's sculpted treasures relentlessly as the fingers of
his other hand glided lightly over the milky smooth inner thighs. Scotty
was gasping now, his young balls so alive with tingles that he feared they
might simply explode, and he gasped loudly as the man abandoned his now
very stiff little nipples, and trailed his wet tongue downward over his
soft little tummy, pausing to dip it into his tiny navel before moving on,
to lap at the half dozen silky hairs that had recently emerged on his
satiny groin just at the root of his penis.

   Scotty slid even lower in his seat, his knees jutted outward as he
opened his thighs as widely as possible in the confines of the theater
seat, and he shuddered, feeling the man's warm breath washing over the
glassy smooth head of his neatly circumcised penis. He shuddered again, his
tiny bottom lifting clear off the seat cushion, as the man washed his wet
tongue over the smooth helmet, and then took the entire thing inside his
warm, wet mouth. Scotty's heart threatened to erupt from his heaving chest,
and his jaw sagged open, his saliva trailing from the corner of his gaping
mouth, as the man began sucking him, his head bobbing rhythmically in his
lap as the thick fingers toyed with his taut pouch, rolling the small
marbles within. Gasping loudly, Scotty literally swooned in dizziness, the
sensations flooding over his lithe young body unequaled in all his twelve
and a half years of living, and he worried that he might simply pass out,
or even die, from sensory overload.

   The noisy slurping sounds, and the repeated low moans that emanated from
the man as he bobbed steadily over Scotty's pulsing boyhood seemed to
Scotty to be far too loud for their delicate surroundings, and a tiny
corner of his brain registered the inkling of fear of detection, but the
thought was quickly pushed aside, as the remainder of his conscious thought
absorbed the fact that he had never, not ever, felt anything as amazingly
good as this. He looked down into his lap again, still completely
incredulous that anyone would actually want to take his penis into his
mouth, while he knew at the same time that he would be eternally grateful
to this man for introducing him to such abject joy. The other thought that
nagged at his thought process was that he was about to experience that most
wonderful of all sensations that he had recently discovered always consumed
him when he over-stimulated his rigid little penis. That thought was
quickly followed by a sense of alarm that when the magic moment arrived,
and it was definitely emanate, his recently manufactured offering of young
sperm was going to deposit itself into this mans mouth, and he worried that
it might anger the man if he did that. Feeling the dam already breaking
somewhere deep in his small balls, Scotty tugged frantically at the man's
bobbing head as he tried to warn him of the impending eruption. His tiny
little butt bucked then, driving his swelling nail deeper into the man's
mouth as he tried to verbalize the stunning sensations that washed over his
trembling body, but no words were formed, and the man seemed to simply
intensify his sucking as his fingers kneaded Scotty's erupting young
balls. With a low growl, Scotty surrendered completely to the intensity of
his orgasm, and he felt his penis spasm, as his creamy essence jetted
repeatedly into the man's mouth.

   Scotty slumped back into his seat, scarcely believing that the man had
not only accepted his complete offering inside his mouth, but that he had
apparently swallowed it all, as well. Scotty savored the lingering tingles
of his intense orgasm, as he looked down once again, and shuddered, as he
watched the man happily lick away the spillage from his generous offering
of boy-honey, his wide tongue making long swipes over his now wilting
boyhood, and his sperm soaked ball sac. Finally, the man sat up, and
grinned widely at the still breathless boy beside him, as he effused
repeatedly about his copious and "delicious" ejaculate, while his thick
fingers continued to gently toy with his now fully soft, and rather small
penis for another moment or two. Scotty closed his eyes, and struggled to
regulate his breathing, still not certain that he hadn't just imagined the
whole thing, and, when he opened them again, the man was simply gone,
vanished as quickly as he had earlier appeared, totally without a trace of
his ever having been there at all. Scotty cast his eyes about the darkened
theater, searching in vane for some physical evidence that there actually
had been a man here, and, oh jeez, sucking his boyhood, and making him feel
wonderful. Then, he looked at his fully exposed body, and the few lingering
traces of his young sperm that streaked his smooth thigh, and he giggled to
himself, certain now that the act had indeed happened. Suddenly concerned
with being discovered sitting nearly naked in the theater, Scotty quickly
recovered his briefs and shorts from the floor, and got them back into
place, concealing his young smooth body once more. He glanced up at the
screen, and realized that the closing credits were rolling on a film that
he had not seen a single minute of. He giggled again, and settled his lithe
young body into the seat, deciding to stay and watch the second feature...
and hey, there just might be another man interested in sitting beside him!