Date: Tue, 02 Jun 2009 13:19:33 -0400
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: Cinema Attraction (gay/adult youth, m/M)

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                   Cinema Attraction
                         By
                        Wolf

	When I was a youth of twelve I was sent to
spend the summer holidays from my boarding school
with an aunt.  She lived in Chelsea, known as an arty/
crafty area of London.  The area is filled with
stately Victorian houses in squares mixed, among
antique and curious and other small shops.

	I had developed a strong interest in sex from
my chums at school.  I had been producing cum for
almost a year.  I had not had sex with a man at that
point.  Staying with my aunt, I had a lot of time on
my hands, because there were no school chums
around to socialize with.  There were no guys around
close to my age.  I had a lot of time on my hands,
and little do.  As a result I spent a lot of time at the
cinema.

	There was the Cameo Theater located on the
main road, where all the shops were located.  Some
of the movies were classified and boys under 16 had
to be with an adult.  That was not that much of
deterrent, because there were always single men
hanging around looking a boy to escort in.  That was
how I met the old man I called Sailor.

	There was a movie showing that I wanted to
see, knowing full well that they would not let me in
unescorted.  I hung around outside until this old man
approached me, and asked me if I would like him to
escort me in to see the movie.  There was just
something about this old man that made me like him.
He had on a pee-coat on, like sailors wear.  I had
visions of him being and old salty sailor.  I took him
by the hand and told him that my name was Tony.

	He bought us tickets and we entered the
theater.  It was obvious by the look of the manager's
face that he knew what was going on.  We entered
the theater and found a seat not to close to anyone.
There was nothing to do until the lights went down.
I was thinking about the movie we were about to see.
It was billed as being based on the diary of a French
Foreign Legionnaire that had been on patrol with his
company and captured by Bedouin slave traders.

	There were not a lot of people in the theater
so we had the row to ourselves.  When the lights
went down, the screen light up with the logo and
credits.  It was a French cinema with English
subtitles.  You didn't need translation for the action
on the screen.

	There were several men dressed as
Legionnaires.  They were living in a barracks in
Marico.  There were typical things like them drilling
under the watchful eye of a non-commissioned
officer that was sadistic.  The way the narrator got
out of dirty details and hard work was to suck the
cock of the sergeant.  He and his buddies also spent
a lot of time sucking each other's cocks.  In the
story there came a time when the small band of
buddies thought they had been given a cushy
assignment to stay behind at a watering hole, while
the company went looking for a band of known
Bedouin slave traders.  They laid back to enjoy the
shade of date palms and wash their clothes.  While
they were sleeping the same Bedouins they were
looking for arrived.

	They were captured by Bedouins without a shot
being fired.  They were dragged to a hideout where
they were held captive.  They were destined to be
sold as slaves but while they were being held captive
they were raped by the dark blue robed natives.
The Legionnaires were forcefully having the dark
men's long brown circumcised cocks forced into their
assholes.  My eyes were glued to the screen.

	I was only slightly startled when the old man's
hand rest on my bare thigh below my school shorts.
I looked at the man, by the reflected light off of
the movie screen; I could see that he had a smile on
his face.  I had no idea how old he was.  All I could
tell was that his hair was gray and the stubble on his
face was gray too.

	The man gave me a warm smile.  When I didn't
make a move to remove his hand he slid his wrinkled,
weathered old hand up the inside of my thigh under
the loose leg on my corduroy shorts.  As his hand
crept up my soft inner thigh I felt my Willie get as
stiff as I had ever felt.  It was standing straight up
straining against the zipper of my shorts.

	My mouth felt dry and my heart was pounding.
I can vividly remember the way it felt when his
fingers slipped under the leg of my undies.  He
played with my Willie during the rest of the movie.
When the movie ended he pulled his hand out of my
shorts, as the house lights went up.  We left the
theater and went our own ways after agreeing to
meet there the next evening.  We met there several
times.  He did enjoy my baggy legged school shorts.
I made the mistake of wearing tight flannel shorts
one time.  Sailor let me know in no uncertain terms
that I was to never wear tight shorts again.  He
eventually leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Son
would you like to come home with me so we can play
some more?"

	I didn't say anything.  I just stood up and
followed him out of the cinema.  I could swear that
the manager smiled at me as we exited the theater.
It felt cold as we stepped into the night air.  We
walked briskly the few blocks to his flat.  It was a
small three room thing.  It was not kept very neat.
Clothes were scattered around hap dastardly.  It
smelled of dust and stale cigarette smoke.

	The old man asked me if I would like to take
off my clothes so that we could see each other while
we played.  The prospect of getting naked like the
Legionnaires in that movie had my dick hard as rock.
I pulled my big baggy wool sweater over my head and
my T-shirt too.  I was watching him undressing too.

	The man had a wool pea coat on over a flannel
shirt and an old T-shirt.  When he stripped them off
I saw that his chest was covered in white hair and
his pectoral muscles looked like small tits.  His belly
sagged too.  He sat down on a couch and bent over
and removed his shoes and socks.

	I used my toes to remove my loafers and bent
over to remove my socks, while keeping an eye on
him.  My shorts were held up by a web belt with a
brass buckle.  They were baggy enough that as soon
as I released the buckle the shorts almost fell off
my slim hips without even unfastening them.  The old
man had to stand up to unfasten his pants.

	When he removed his pants, his legs were
slinger and hairy.  His undershorts were not all that
clean.  He pulled them down and stepped out of
them.  I was fascinated by the sight of his dick.  It
was almost hard but still drooped a little.  His pubic
hair was gray too.  His scrotum was a loose wrinkled
sack dangling between his hairy legs.  When he was
totally naked he cupped his balls and lifted them up
before he took hold of his cock and tugged on it a
few times to make it good and hard for my benefit.

	When I dropped my shorts and undies, my
boner was sticking straight out in front of me, like a
horizontal flag pole, it was so hard it was almost
painful.  My foreskin was pealed back exposing the
head of my dick.

	The old man was almost drooling at the sight of
my young dick and small little scrotum held tightly
against my body.  He knelt in front of me, and
sucked on my dick while gently hold my balls in his
calloused hand.  I was so excited I thought I was
going to pee but nothing happened.  When I could
not stand it anymore I started to squirt cum in his
mouth.  I tried to push his head away, but he hung
on to my hips and swallowed every drop.

	The old man sat down and placed his hand on
his crotch with his dick sticking between his index
and middle fingers, and wiggled his cock back and
forth, before he jacked-off for my benefit.  When
he climaxed, he shot an unbelievable amount of
yellowish cum all over his belly.  It was late so I had
to get dressed, and go home right after that.

	The next evening I was at his door early so
that we would have more time to play.  We took off
our clothes right away and sucked my cock at least
four times, while he jacked-off.  With each time he
came he had to rest longer before he could get hard
again.  While he recovered we wanked each other
slowly, and he kissed me on the mouth.  His beard
was like sandpaper on my face.  I was visiting him
almost every night after that.  The only time I could
not visit him was when my family had something
planned.

	I don't remember how many times he sucked
my cock.  I was always fascinated by how much
spunk he produced.  Many a time he would tickle my
asshole while sucking my dick.  Eventually he stuck
his finger in my ass.  Eventually he asked me if he
could fuck me if he didn't actually stick his cock in
my ass.  I pictured those dark skinned Arabs in that
movie sticking their dark circumcised cocks on the
butts of those white skinned Frenchmen.  I did not
know if I could believe him not to stick his cock in
my ass.

	He had me lay on his bed and he spread my
butt and spit on my crack.  He mounted me and put
his cock between the crack of my ass.  He virtually
fucked me between my legs.  My own boner was
pressed between my body and the bed.  When he was
ready to cum be sat back on my legs and squired cum
all over the valley of my ass.  Cum was running down,
and covering my ball.  I could feel it pooling on the
mattress under me.  He did enjoy seeing cum
dripping from my ass.  Eventually he revealed a
fetish of his that was strange and more than a little
embarrassing to me.

	He would insist that I could not clean up after
he fucked my ass.  He would take me by bus to the
street where I lived or sometimes to the park.  He
had an eye for men that were eying the greasy spot
on the back of my shorts.  He would strike up a
conversation on the bus or in the part with these
men.  He would have me stand close to them, so that
these men could feel my ass.  Some of them would
even stuff their hand down the back of my shorts
and feel my bum.  Sometimes having them play with
my bum was enough to make me cum.  I would be
standing there making the front of my shorts wet.

	Sailor liked to see me parade in front of other
men at the park, so that they could see the dark wet
spot on the seat of my sandy corduroy shorts.  He
enjoyed watching the men's eyes as they recognized
the greasy spot on the back of my shorts.  I could
feel the milky liquid oozing out of my underwear and
soaking through my shorts.

	It was surprising to me how many men were
interested in the sight of a young boy with cum
stains on his shorts.

	One elderly clergyman that we met, with white
hair, approached me and asked me to describe every
detail of the way Sailor sucked my cock and fucked
my bum.  He would surreptitiously jerk himself off
while I was telling him about the way Sailor used me.
Then make me pull my underwear and shorts up with
them full of his jizz, and how it felt to have cum
running down my legs as seedy sorts for the most
part, but some were well dressed, felt me up in
public places.  Other men would wipe their fingers up
my areas so that they could smell their fingers to
assure themselves that it was cum staining my
shorts.  It was quite and education in the eroticism
of old men for boys.  I loved the attention.  I was
eventually ready to seek out an old man to give my
areas to.  As I got older I got to find out what it
was like to stick my dick in the butts of men and
boys too.



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