Date: Thu, 25 Mar 2004 10:17:23 EST
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: Cinema Matinee  Part 7

THIS IS A HOMOSEXUAL FICTION, IF IT IS ILLEGAL FOR YOU TO READ SUCH
MATERIAL PLEASE LEAVE NOW. IF NOT I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT.

    Crosby began easing his softening cock from my inflamed hole, holding
firmly onto my quivering body as shaven head pulled his cock from my
mouth. Crosby's cock squelched from my hole and I felt relief. Something
warm and wet trickled past my ravaged lips, I just hoped it wasn't blood!
Crosby lifted my hands from the seat, holding my trembling body against
his chest. "There there, sweet boy." he murmured in my ear as he gently
caressed my heaving chest and belly, rubbing whoever's spunk into my
skin. "It's over now, the pain will ease, and next time you'll enjoy it
even more. Just ask Bob." Bob! I looked over in time to see coke-can pull
his cock clear of Bob's fully stretched mouth. Two tosses, and his thick
cum sprayed everywhere, all over Bob's upturned face, and into his gaping
mouth. He only shot twice, but what a load! Bob's body jolted as the
coloured bloke yanked his 9 inch cock from his hole and he sent 5 long
ropes of mancum along Bob's back. Bob stood, licking his lips. He threw
his arms around me and Crosby, I embraced him running my hands up and
down his back, rubbing Coke-can's cum into his soft skin. I could feel
his rock hard cock pressing into my belly, and we kissed, he passed me a
mouthful of coke-can's cum, it was strong and quite bitter, but  I
swallowed it with pleasure. "You all right Danny boy?" he whispered in my
ear as he broke the kiss. "Wanna get cleaned up?"
    I looked into his sex glazed eyes and realised mine must look the
same. I think my body spoke then. "Bob" I whispered, my voice breaking
"Fuck me! Please?" Why I said it I don't know, my ass was still open, I
could fell it twitching and it ached like Hell, but I felt empty. I guess
I was realising that cock was what I wanted, needed, and I needed
something back in my boyhole right now. "You sure Danny?" "I th th think
so." I stammered "But gently?" Not replying he lay me back onto the cum
soaked blanket, put my legs on his shoulders and moved forward until his
throbbing knob was resting on my ravaged ass lips. He leaned forward and
we kissed passionately as he drove his 8 inch cock into me, not stopping
until his pubic hair grazed my balls. Briefly, as his knob broke through
my sphincter, I saw stars again and groaned into his mouth, but as he lay
still while we continued Frenching the pain subsided once again to a dull
ache. I could feel his cock throbbing deep within me, I loved it! He
broke away and pulled me further onto his hard shaft. I looked around
Crosby, Jack, Coke-can, the 9 inch black guy, Ponytail and four other
guys 30's to 4o's stood circling us, tossing each other off. I breathed
deeply, God the area reeked of cum and sweat. Bob began moving in and out
until his knob was the only thing left in my boyhole, then he plunged all
the way back. I loved it, moaning in heat. He speeded up and after a
couple of minutes he groaned and I felt his cock pulse as he filled me
with his boycum. But he kept on fucking me! His cock remaining rigid!
    His continual rubbing of my prostate was getting results, I looked
down to see my cock stiffening and a drop of precum oozed from my cock
slit. Bob speeded up, this time pulling his cock from my boyhole before
driving all the way back in, and all I did was grunt, it was awesome! We
were both sweating profusely now and I could feel my heart hammering.
"Harder Bob, harder." I called out "And faster, I want your cum in me
again!" I was delirious with lust, all I wanted was cum in my hole and
cum in my mouth. My cock was stiff again, leaking precum. I spit on my
hand, took hold of my full 6 ½ inches, and started to toss myself
ignoring the soreness. Bob was fucking me harder and faster, I loved it
when his knob plopped out of my hole then plunged right back, the feeling
in my ring was awesome, pain and pleasure until I couldn't differentiate.
Warm licks began hitting my writhing body as the nine guys encircling us
began to shoot their loads all over my face and torso, some even landing
on my cock, lubricating it as I tossed. I opened my mouth wide to catch
what I could, and swallowed it rapidly, I loved cum. Bob groaned and
collapsed on me his throbbing cock buried to the hilt. Once again I felt
his boycum filling me. Too much! One last toss and my fifth load spurted
between our heaving bellies. HEAVEN! We kissed hard grinding our bodies
together anointing each other with all the cum. The other guys were
making comments like "Wow!" "Great!" "Amazing!" "What a turn on!"
    "Hey you two, get up" a voice hissed, it was Aza. "Put these blankets
on and I'll get you down to the locker room to clean up. You look a real
mess. Jack will bring your clothes." Sheepishly we climbed to our feet.
What a state! We were both covered in cum and reeked of male sex, we
needed a shower, bad. We draped the blankets round ourselves and Bob
helped me to the door, my legs were like jelly. Luckily the locker room
was at the bottom of the stairs and no one saw us go in. there were 2
cubicles and Bob sat me on one and he sat on the other. He told me to
relax and suddenly my bowels opened and emptied, relief. We had a slow
warm shower, soaping each others backs. Bob's hole was almost back to
normal but he told me mine was a little open, so when we'd dried off he
put some ointment on it for me. Jack dropped our clothes in, he'd cleaned
up in the toilets. We chatted as we dressed and as I was a little
unsteady he agreed to come home with me,
and try to answer any questions I had about man to man sex. Mom was home
and Bob made a good impression on her as she made us coffee before we
went up to my room for some privacy. We snogged a bit but were both too
knackered for any more sex. We agreed to meet at Carl's the next day.
   That was the last time I went to a Thursday Matinee, it was raided by
the Police the next week and closed down. Why wasn't I there? Well, I was
in Wales, on a two week holiday in my Aunt's Holiday Cottage. She'd had a
cancellation and asked my family if they wanted it. My parents couldn't
go, but I could, as long as that nice Bob went with me! Carl, and Crosby?
They got time off work and came with us, but that's another story!
Dedicated to Mikey [a.k.a. Sig]
XXX
THE END.
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