Date: Mon, 29 Sep 2003 22:02:27 -0700 (PDT) From: Greg <unclegreg_1999@yahoo.com> Subject: 'Cinema Splendide' (By UKboy) (M/m) (Mast, Anal) (Usual disclaimers apply) I stood outside the Splendide Cinema. A movie theatre built in the 1920s, it had survived despite the current trend of the multiplex. Patrons went to the Splendide to experience the ambience of a 1920s cinema. I entered through a side door. "Hello Johnny", a big voice boomed. It was the manager, Mr Strauss. "Hi", I replied shyly and then made my way towards the confectionary counter. Hilda was busy filling cones with icecream. She placed them in the freezer. By the time I sold them to patrons during the interval, the icecream would be frozen solid. Hilda smiled at me. Early patrons were making their way into the auditorium. I climbed up the private stairs to the projection booth. This was the one part of the Splendide which had been updated. The state of the art projector with the complete movie loaded onto its platter was primed and ready to provide the evening's entertainment. "Hi Sean", I said to the projectionist, a masculine young man, not yet 30. "Hello Tiger!" He ruffled my hair affectionately. I felt a familiar stirring in my jeans and shuffled my feet. Sean talked to me as though I was a man and not the 16 year old boy I really was. I looked through the port into the auditorium and watched the theatre Wurlitzer smoothly rise from its resting place until it was on the stage and nestled against the rich red velvet curtains. There was a smattering of applause which Mr Monk the organist acknowledged with a wave of a podgy hand. "Gotta go", I said and darted back to the foyer. I slipped on a white coat, cut in the fashion of what used to be called a 'bum-freezer'. Hilda helped me pull the straps over my shoulders. I carried the tray of deep-frozen icecreams into the auditorium. There were a few customers, people who had forgotten to stock up on their way into the auditorium. The icecreams were over-priced and not good value for money. Still, I smiled and dished out icecreams, giving change expertly. The Wurlitzer reached its crescendo. Mr Monk waved as the platform conveyed him down into the bowels of the theatre. The lights started to dim so I made my way back out to the auditorium and took off the tray. About forty minutes into the movie, the screen darkened and a slide appeared on the silver screen announcing 'Intermission'. There were a few good-natured groans from the audience but they were quickly diverted when the curtains swished shut and the Wurlitzer rose from the depths again. Armed with a fresh supply of ice-creams I walked up and down the single aisle. The Bond movie was nearing the end of its run so the audience was smaller. I still sold a few icecreams though. The Wurlitzer boomed loudly and then disappeared again. The lights dimmed and I returned the tray to Hilda. She cheerfully put the icecreams I hadn't sold back in her freezer. I slipped off the coat and sat down on a seat in the deserted foyer. I thought about my friend Sean in the projection booth and how I was attracted to him. I knew I was gay and of legal age but realised that masculine Sean was unattainable. Hilda carried a torch for him and he was certainly popular with the ladies. Instead of going straight home I decided to visit Sean. When I walked inside the projection booth an amazing sight met my eyes. Mr Monk, the organist, trousers around his ankles, was bent over a table. Sean's jeans were also around his ankles. The projectionist's thick, erect penis was wedged between the organist's fat buttocks. I watched in amazement while Sean pushed his massive dick into that willing fundament. Then, hard, arse-pounding thrusts which made the projectionist's manly bottom look like a hammer driving home a big nail. All the while the projector continued screening the movie. When a splice in the film went over the sprockets it made a loud bang, which brought me to my senses. I left that carnal scene as quickly as my feet could carry me. Later, when I was safely tucked up in bed, with Fluffy the cat snoozing on the bottom of the duvet, I had a dream about Sean which left a damp patch on my pjs. The next evening I was back at the Splendide. I avoided Sean and blushed when Mr Monk the organist spoke to me. After Intermission I saw Mr Monk leave the building. It was childish to keep avoiding Sean so I went up to the projectionist's booth. He was on his own. "Hi, Tiger", the devastatingly handsome man said. "Hello Sean". "Did you like what you saw yesterday?" "What do you mean?" I mumbled. "Me giving old Monky a good seeing-to." "Uh, huh". There was a silence. "I'm sorry Sean", I said. "I didn't think you saw me". "Got eyes in the back of my head. Need them in this job". "Uh, huh". "Have you got a special friend to take care of you like that ?" "No", I said. "A good looking young man like you ?" "No". "Well, the feature's got another hour to run so I'll give you one now, if you want". "Won't it hurt?" "Yes it will. But after you get used to the feeling of having another man's dick up your bum, there'll be no stopping you". Sean dropped his trousers and underpants, freeing his massive erect penis. "Touch it if you want". I reached out a hand and grasped his pulsating member. It was as rigid as a broom-handle. I let go. Sean opened a drawer and found a box of condoms. He demonstrated how to put one on. "Never let anyone up you unless they're wearing a Frenchie", he cautioned. "Now, how about letting the rabbit see the hole?" Blushing, I dropped my jeans and undies and bent over the table. Sean whistled. "Johnny, you've got a lovely little bum on you". I felt something wet squirt my hole. "That's just a lubricant", Sean said reassuringly. Then the head of his massive dick pushed against my tight sphincter. "Relax", he said. Somehow, he got the head through my bronze eye. The muscles protested at the intrusion. I bit my knuckle to stop from crying out. The penetration was remorseless. Inch by inch I was joined in union with the man I most cared about in the world. I forgot about the pain, instead exulting that I was joined to my friend in the most intimate of ways. When his nuts brushed against my bum-cheeks he paused to give me time to get used to the strange, alien sensation of his living, pulsating private part bloating my hot, tight chute. Then he started thrusting, slowly at first but then a real hard fucking that all but knocked the breath out of me. He reached with his hand and took my flaccid member. He squeezed it until I was hard. The warmth of his hand and the carnal thing we were doing soon made me shoot. The sensation was the best, ever. I think my sphincter must have clamped around his dick and pulsated because he groaned and I felt his penis swell and then go soft, deep inside me. Sean gently pulled out of me and then cleaned us both up. When we were dressed again, I reached up and kissed him on the cheek. "Don't worry Johnny", he said, moved. "Plenty more where that came from". I must have been the happiest icecream vendor in the world !