Date: Wed, 25 Jun 2014 17:05:44 +0100
From: penny cox <pennycox694@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Saturday Morning Pictures

As a young boy at school, I had often heard of these "Dirty Old Men" who
prey on young boys in the cinema. I enjoyed wanking other boys off in the
school toilets, but secretly I wanted man to play with. Lying to my
parents, I started to go to the cinema every Saturday. I sat in various
places and nothing happened. Then one day I sat right at the back, in the
middle of the long back row. I noticed a man come in and sit at the end of
my row, and when the lights came up, he saw me. When the lights went back
down, he moved along and sat right next to me. All I noticed was that he
was old, very old. In the semi-darkness I could see that he was carrying an
anorak, which he threw across his knees. I stayed calm and put my hands on
my knees, and looked at the screen.

His knee touched mine, then the anorak moved and suddenly covered my right
knee, and my hand that was on that knee. I stayed calm and waited. I felt
his hand touch mine under the anorak. Wow, what would happen next I
wondered. He placed his hand over mine and held it. For several seconds it
felt strangely comforting, this old man secretly holding my hand out of
sight under his anorak. His left arm slipped around my shoulder and soon my
head was resting on his shoulder. It felt quite normal, and I
relaxed. Then, out of sight, he lifted my hand and pulled it further under
the anorak, carefully placing it over the front of his trousers, and
holding it there by cupping his hand on top of mine.

Suddenly I became afraid, and wanted to pull my hand away, but I couldn't,
and I was becoming aware of the bulge in his trousers, a mans' bulge, what
I had always wanted. In seconds I calmed down and began to enjoy feeling
this growing bulge just inside the old mans trousers. I gave him a little
friendly squeeze. "Oh, that's nice" he whispered to me. "Is it"? I asked,
looking up at him.  "HHmmm" he moaned and gave me a kiss on the forehead. I
unzipped my friends in class every day and wanked them off. Would this feel
any different I asked myself. I looked around. There was nobody anywhere
near us, so I gave him another squeeze. He moaned again and took his hand
away, leaving my hand cupped over his bulge, hidden under the anorak.

I felt very comfy, with his arm around me, my head on his shoulder and my
hand cupped over the front of his trousers. I raised my hand slightly and
found his trouser buckle, and began to undo it, then the trouser fastening
button, which soon slipped open. I was rewarded with another kiss on my
forehead. I raised my head to look around and got a kiss on my cheek. I
looked around for a second or two to make sure no-one was moving nearer to
us, and got another kiss on my cheek.

My well-practiced fingers moved to his zipper and I gripped it between my
thumb and forefinger. As I slowly started to pull it down, I lifted my head
and looked up at him. "That's it" he whispered. "Now kiss me". It all
seemed so natural, I just lifted my head a little more and his lips fell
onto mine. Just a quick peck, then another. The zip was moving down, and in
a second or two it was fully undone. Another peck, and a quick look
around. My fingers slipped inside the old mans' trousers, and I soon felt
the familiar shape of Y-Fronts. Another look around and another peck. The
opening was easy to find, as I found it on so many school boys underpants,
and I slid my fingertips inside.. Ohh curly hair, lots of it, then skin,
warm skin, hard warm skin. I let my fingertips run up and down the old mans
cock. I couldn't feel much so I slid my hand all the way out, and then
eased it down under the waistband of his pants. Wow, soon my school boy
hand was wrapped around the old mans cock. It was lovely. Long, thick and
hard.

"Does that feel nice"? he whispered. "YES" I blurted out quite loudly, as I
began to give it wanking movements inside his pants. "Give me a proper kiss
then" he said. I lifted my head, had a quick look around and then lifted it
a little more. The old mans lips covered mine, I felt his mouth open and
his tongue flick against my lips. I opened my mouth, as I'd heard of this
sort of kissing, and his tongue slid inside. For several seconds we stayed
like that, his tongue filling my mouth, I didn't want it to end. I slipped
my spare hand under the anorak and started to pull his trousers wide open,
and his pants slightly down. In a few seconds I had released his cock and
had it standing straight upright, but hidden out of sight. My right hand
was wanking him furiously, making him moan a lot. Lots of quick looks
around, followed by lots of tongue filled kisses. With his trousers pulled
fully open wide, I was able to get my left hand down between his legs,
where I found his gorgeous silky smooth balls.

He moaned again, but this time as we kissed. After a few seconds he
whispered something I didn't hear to well. I lifted my head and whispered
"Sorry". Another kiss, then he said slowly "Suck it boy, suck it"


End of Part 1