Date: Sun, 15 Jun 2008 23:26:36 EDT
From: DePeriF@aol.com
Subject: "A Young Boy's Movie House Experience"

This is a partial work of fiction.

When I was 13 years old, and living in the Bronx, N.Y., we often attended a
local movie theater called the Fenway. This was in the 1950's, and the
theater is now long gone. The lower floor of the theater was divided into
"Children" and "Adult" sections, and being then 13, I was easily able to
sit in the Adult section without the "Matron," as she was called, calling
me out for not being seated in the correct section.

It was at a time when I had gone alone to see a movie when my experience of
being molested by an adult male occurred. I was seated in the Adult section
that day when a tall slender man, about 6' tall, with a white full head of
hair, a ruddy complexion, fully dressed in a gray suit with white shirt and
tie, came and sat right next to me to my left. There were at least 10 empty
seats on either side of us so it was clear to me that the man chose to sit
next to me for a reason. When he sat down he spread his legs so that I was
being made contact with on my left knee with his right thigh. I looked to
my left and up at the man, for he was much taller than my 5' height and
seemed even taller seated next to me. He never looked at me, but he was
looking straight ahead at the screen.....and he was wearing a strange grin
or smile of a sort on his face, and I thought i'd detected the smell of
alcohol coming from him. Being a young boy as I was, the whole experience
of his presence next to me both startled and scared me considerably.

After about a minute, possibly less, I made up my mind to get up and change
my seat, which I did.  I moved to a seat several rows back and away from
the man hoping that would be enough. There were still empty seats on either
side however, and surely enough he came toward me and sat down right beside
me, as he'd done earlier. I then decided to stay in my seat and try to
watch the movie, so long as he didn't do anything more alarming then just
sit next to me.

In about 2 minutes it began. The man gradually spread his long legs with
very long thighs apart so that his right thigh was just barely making
contact with my left knee. Along with that gesture, he had placed his hands
on each of his thighs so that his right hand...his pinky side of it, was
just barely touching my left leg just above the knee. I could hear him
breathing harder when the contact was first made, and it caused me to feel
a bit of tingle all over, as i'd never been touched by a strange man
before, other than perhaps a doctor.

My eyes had become well adjusted to the theater so that I could make out
the details of the man quite clearly. His hands were very large, with long
slender fingers. His complexion, though of a ruddiness in the face, was
very fair...his hands being very light....even white in complexion.  He
next began to spread his legs out more, so that his right thigh was
definitely pressing against my left knee. Then he made a move that was
unmistakeablly an overture to me. He lifted his right hand from his right
thigh and placed it gently on my left knee. His touch sent a shock and
tingle through my entire body. He next spread his fingers over my knee and
began to lightly massage or caress it while he moved his hand up and down
my thigh just above my knee. His touch was just sensational! I'd never felt
anything like it before. I began to get sexually arouse and my erection
began to quickly develop. I'd been masturbating since I was 7 or 8 and
experiencing orgasms...dry ones until I became 12...just a year earlier, so
I was very familiar with sexual lust and desire in my immature way.  But
this....this was something entirely different....even different from the
fantasies of being touched by an adult male that i'd often entertained
while jerking off.  This was real!

He said nothing, and I was also completely silent, but both our breathing
could be heard getting louder and faster. I was clearly tenting in my
pants, and I managed to see his light gray suit pant zipper area also
tenting...tenting quite high. Then he reached over farther to his right and
began to unzip my pants fly. I was a bit startled at first, but then my
growing lust began to control my reason, so I just relaxed my legs and sat
back to let him have his way with me. He quickly had my zipper open, and
then he began to probe my open fly with his long slender fingers until I
felt what I was now appreciating were his very sensuous finger tips petting
my cock head.  It was electric! I caught my breath and sighed an audible
sigh, which the strange man was certain to hear, and he smiled. He then
reached into my pant fly more aggressively and withdreww my erect cut 5"
penis to its full exposure and began to stroke it. Ohhhhh, it was
heavenly. I was then began feeling things about and towards this strange
man that I never though I could about any male.....  gratitude, excitement,
lust, and even affection...and I didn't even know him or anything about
him!

His ministrations to my genitals continued for about another minute or two,
and then he reached fully between my legs to caress and play with my
testicles. Again, this was something that had never been done to me, and I
was simply ecstatic, so much so that I began to have yearnings and desires
to do something for him. I was feeling the man to be irresistable. I wanted
him to do whatever he wanted to and with me, for he was pleasing me so
much, and I wanted to please him as well. I then reached my left hand over
to his zipper and slowly unzipped his fly. as soon as I did it his hugh
penis sprang forth. He wasn't wearing any underwear, and his cock, at least
7+ inches of it cut and wet, appeared before me like a third person
beckoning me...a young 12 year old virgin boy, to go to it...tend to it,
comfort it and the man to whom it belonged.

I then found my molester irresistable. I wrapped my small hand and fingers
around his hot and stiff member and began to stroke, fondle, caress, and
get to know the man in the most intimate was a man could be known and
understood. His cock was so warm...almost hot, and it was transferring his
heart- beat in its rythmic pulses to my hand....a heartbeat that was now
very fast. My hand was picking up a wetness from handling the strange
penis. It was preseminal fluid, although at the time I had no idea what it
was. I just knew it was very personal and intimate...close as you could be
to a man while I felt, smelled, and wanted the things that were now within
my grasp...literally.

Then he spoke. "My friend," he said. "I'm going to lick your thing. Don't
be afraid. I'm going to make you feel very good." With that he bent over to
my crotch and quickly engulfed my penis with his lips and mouth. It was
simply incredible...out of this world! His mouth felt so warm, comfortable,
safe for me to be in, and his used his lips and tongue to give me the most
unbelievable sensations i'd ever had between my legs. His erotic sensuous
fingers caressed and massaged my balls so wonderfully, too! I was falling
in love with this strange man...my supposed molester. I was overcome with
emotion for him, even at my young and immature age. I then blurted out
"sir, I want to do this to you, too. Please let me."  He quickly responded
by releasing my hard cock, and sat back in his seat while he further spread
his legs. His cock was so hugh now, too. I bent over it and held it at mid
way between the crown and base and drew its head to my lips. I paused and
gave it gentle kisses, as a child would kiss the lips or cheeks of a
parent, and then I drew the head into my mouth and felt the heat, pulse,
and passion of a viril man...although a child molester, through his needy
wet cock. I could taste something strange...not quite salty or sweet, but
nice...his precum, which at the time I was unaware of. I was truly
experiencing intimacy with an adult male...a fully grown man of about 50 or
so, and I was completely in a state of consent...I so wanted him to
experience what I had many times...shooting what we kids called scum...like
what was found in a scum-bag left behind in a park where a guy had done his
thing with a woman or whoever, but I wanted him to do it inside my mouth!

I was imperfectly jacking and sucking him, and apparently it was
working. He was getting wetter, harder, hotter, and finally swelled in my
mouth so that there was little room for his cockhead in it without my teeth
touching it. Then I heard him moaning and grunting, felt his body start to
jerk around, and it then happened. "Aaahhhh, oooohhhhh, aaarrrrgggghhh, my
God, my God," he was crying out. His vocal outbursts were accompanied by
hot thick wet sticky semen. I was both startled, surprised, and pleased at
what was happening to him and me. I swallowed out of reflex and continued
to do so even after his physical move- ments subsided. I could taste
him....the most intimate part of him...his living sperm. I'd actually
swallowed them. They and he...the man, were now a part of me, the young
boy.

After it softened his cock seemed to retract into his fly all by itself. He
was laying back in his seat with his eyes half closed, very content, very
much relaxed and at peace now. As for me, I was hard as could be, as ready
to cum as ever. He looked over at me and without hesitation bent over my
fly and took my erect cock fully into his mouth so that his lips were down
to its base, and then he began to suck and swallow it in his throat so that
I had the most wonderful sensations of being drawn inside of him to his
core.  In less than a minute I felt it start to happen. I started
ejaculating. "Aaaahhhhh, aaahhhhh, God, aaaarrrrgggghhhh. " I was spurting
into his throat! It was the most wonderful feeling, and such a feeling of
closeness with someone...a man, a strange man, that i'd never experience or
knew could be felt with another person. After about 4 sprurts I was
finished. He then sensed my completion and lifted from me and smiled
saying, "that was very good...for me and you, my friend.  Maybe we can do
it again some time.  Maybe at my apartment. Who knows?"  With that being
said, the man zipped up, got up and left. He looked back twice on his way
out, and I thought I saw a smile on his face each time. A man I was feeling
a strong erotic love and bond with was now leaving me, maybe forever. I was
not the same young boy I had been before I met him that day. Of that I was
sure.

Frank

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