Date: Thu, 28 Jul 2011 21:17:54 -0400
From: Len <born2suckcock@gmail.com>
Subject: We met at the movies - chatper 1

Back in the late 70's one of my favorite things to do was go see a movie
every Saturday morning. My dad worked on Saturdays and this was my Mom's
day for shopping so on her way out she would drop me off at the movie
theatre so I wasn't home all by myself. I was 12 years old at the time and
old enough to stay home by myself but my mom didn't like me being home
alone so this was her way of getting me out of the house. The movie theatre
was close enough to my house that I could find my own way home after the
movie finished.

I had alot of friends back than but none of them ever wanted to go to the
movies at 10:00 in the morning, they all would rather lay around the house
in their pajamas until noon watching the Saturday morning cartoons. So
every week my mom would give me $10.00 and drop me off at the theatre and
I'd see whatever was playing.

After going to the movies 5 or 6 times some of the other movie-goers began
to become familiar to me as there were at least 6 older men that would also
go to the movies every week the same time as me. Than 2 months or so after
I started going, some of the me recognized me as well and would even say
hello to me when they saw me. Over time some of them would even start
talking to me as we waited in line to buy our pop and popcorn. They were
all very friendly and I never felt intimidated or anything by any of them.

In what had to be my 4th month of going to the theatre, my mom got an early
morning phone call from a friend from out of town and by the time she hung
up the phone we were alot later than nomal and had to rush to get the the
theatre on time. Normally we would stop at the bank on the way to the
theatre but on this day there just wasn't time so my mom gave me her last
$5.00 to cover the cost of admission but it didn't leave me any money for
refreshments. I bought my ticket to the movie and walked through the lobby
past the snack bar. One of the regular guys spotted me and noticed that I
wasn't buying popcorn today. We said hello and as I kept walking by he
stopped me and asked why I wasn't getting popcorn today.

"Ah...we were in a rush this morning and my mom only gave me enough money
to get into the movie. No big deal I guess." I answered.

"Well, I'll tell you what..." said the old man, "You get in line with me
and I'll buy you a pop then we can share a bag of popcorn together. I can
never finish my popcorn anyway."

I couldn't believe how generous this old man was since he never even really
knew me besides seeing me at the theatre every week. "Wow, that's nice of
you, sir. Thank you." I said, accepting his offer. I than got in line with
him and we started to talk.

"I'm Timmothy." The man said "You can call me Tim for short." He held out
his hand as a greeting.

"My name is Len." I told him and shook his hand.

Timmothy was probably about 60 years old. He was a fairly chubby man and
was balding but was very friendly and always smiled at me. We started
talking about school and some of the other movies that we had seen in the
previous weeks while waiting in line and when it was our turn, he bought us
both a large pop and than a big bag of popcorn to share. We headed into the
movie theatre to find some seats. There was probably only 15 or 20 people
who came to the movies this early in the morning so it wasn't hard to find
a seat. I started walking down the aisle planning to sit somewhere near the
middle but after going down about 2 rows from the back, Timmothy called me
back and said he liked to sit near the back of the theatre where there
wasn't many other people around to disturb him. I thought nothing of it and
we sat together in the middle of the row.

We chatted some more until the movie started and when it did we started
sharing the popcorn. I didnt' find it weird or anything but it seemed like
every time I reached my hand into the bag he would reach his hand in just
as I was pulling mine out and his hand would always seem to rub against
mine and he seemed to actually be feeling my hand with his. Also as we sat
in our chairs our legs pressed firmly together. I liked being close to this
big older man and never pulled my leg away from his. About half way through
the movie we finished the popcorn and he placed his arm on the armrest
between our seats. I sort innocently leaned in closer to him so even our
shoulders and arms were rubbing together. His hand hung over the end of the
arm rest and his fingers kept bushing against the naked skin on my leg as I
was only wearing shorts at the time.

This touching had an effect on me and my cock became hard and stayed hard
for the rest of the movie. Until than, I had never had any type of sexual
contact with another guy or even a boy my age apart from seeing some of my
friends naked but having our bodies rub together and having his fingertips
touching my leg was making me very horny.

He kept teasing my leg for at least another 20 minutes and than he
surprised me even more when he moved his arm off the arm rest towards me
and placed his whole hand directly on my naked leg. I was confused and
didn't really know what to think. This was a very friendly man so he didn't
scare me in any way, and I liked having our bodies touching each
other. Than when he put his hand on my leg it felt even better and I became
even more turned on. I just remember thinking that I hoped he wouldn't slid
his hand up and feel my hard cock. I was more concerned about him finding
out that I had a hard-on than I was about the fact that he was fondling my
leg.

The movie ended with not much more happening than that but as we exited the
theatre he asked if I would like a drive home. I told him that I didn't
live very far and I could get home on my own but he told me that he didn't
live very far either so he didnt' mind driving me. So I agreed to let him
give me a ride home. Before exiting the theatre though he announced that he
had to go to the bathroom and when he said it, it sounded like a good idea
so I followed him into the bathroom.

We stood side by side at the urninals and pulled out our cocks. Mine was
still half hard so I tried to hide it when I pulled it out of my
pants. Timmothy pulled his cock out of his pants as well but didn't really
hide it at all. In fact when he pulled it out I was sure that he even moved
away from the urinal a little bit giving me an even better view of his
cock. I didn't stare openly at his cock but I did look at it out of the
corner of my eye. Just seeing it sort of put me in a trance and I couldn't
stop looking. His cock wasn't huge or anything but it was bigger than any
of my friends cocks that I have seen. It was also alot thicker as well. But
the thing I noticed most was all the hair surrounding it. None of my
friends had pubic hair so seeing all the hair around this guys cock really
caught my attention. I didn't even really realize it but the more I stared
at his cock out of the corner of my eye, the more I turned my head towards
him to get a better look. I watched him as pee started to flow from his
cock and spray into the urninal, this got me peeing as well. I had had a
big drink in the movies so my bladder was full and I peed for a very long
time. This man could handle the pop better than I could and peed for only
about half the time that I did, but the thing that caught my attention was
that even after he stopped peeing, he never put his cock away. He just left
if hanging out the front of his pants as if to allow me to look at it all
that I wanted. But at the time it never dawned on me that he might be
showing me his cock on purpose.

When I finished pissing, I put my cock away in my pants, not sure if he got
to see it or not but for some strange reason the though of showing him my
cock crossed my mind and it sort of sent butterflies through my belly. It
wasn't until my cock was back in my pants that the old man finally put his
cock away as well. "Ah that felt good." He announced putting his cock back
in his pants and I agreed with him.

We left the theatre and got in his car and he started to drive me home and
we started talking again. He never tried anything sexual on me in the car
but being with him made me feel good inside. He started telling me that his
wife had died a couple years before and he lived alone now. He enjoyed
going to the movies just as a way of getting out of the house. AS we got
about half way to my house he slowed the car down and pointed out a house
to me and told me that was where he lived. It was a very nice house but the
first thing I noticed was that the grass was kind of long. Out of the blue
I told him to stop the car and pull into his driveway. He got a questioning
look on his face and wondered what I was up to and as we pulled into the
driveway I told him that I was going to cut his grass for him.

A huge smile crossed Timmothy's face and he quickly told me I didn't have
to do it, but I insisted on it. Since he had bought me a pop and some
popcorn, it was the least I could do for him. He thanked me graciously but
told me that if I did it for him he would have to pay me for it, at least a
couple bucks. I didn't want the money but didn't want to argue either so I
just agreed and than got to work.

An hour later I was finished with the lawn and Tim greeted me at the back
door and invited me inside for a drink. He gave me an Ice cold pop than
told me he'd drive me home when I finished. While I drank my pop he thanked
me again and told me it was nice to have a nice young boy around the
house. He said he didnt' get much company since his wife had died so it was
nice having me over. While I drank my pop he sort of surprised me when he
asked if I'd like to take a shower to wash all the sweat off of myself but
I told him it was ok I'd take one when I got home and he never pressed the
matter any further. He than insisted on paying me for my world but when he
went to hand me $5.00 I told him I couldn't take the money and that I
enjoyed helping him out. Since I wouldn't take the money he made an
agreement with me and next week at the movies he'd buy my pop and popcorn
again. This sounded good to me and quickly agreed.

I finished my drink and than Timmothy brought me home. We said our goodbyes
and thanked each other again before agreeting to meet the following week at
the movies again.

That night laying in bed all I could think about was all the body contact
between me and Timmothy and how his hand kept rubbing my leg. I than
thought about seeing his cock in the bathroom. The more I thought about it
the more I wanted to see it again and I couldn't believe it but I wanted to
even touch it. The whole time thinking about this my cock became very erect
and I had to masterbate. I had only jacked off 2 or 3 times in my life
before this but I couldn't stop myself. I removed all my pajamas and layed
in bed completely nude and stroked my young hairless cock. I wanted to see
that old man's beautiful cock again so bad. I fantasized about us being at
the urinal and him turning towards me giving me full access to his
cock. I'd reach for it with both hand and rub my hands up and down the
shaft and all through his pubic hair. I started cumming harder than I ever
had before. Cum exploded out of my cock and shot over my head and against
the headboard of my bed. Another squirt hit me on the cheek and even more
landed on my chest. I layed in bed completely exhausted and rubbed all of
the cum into my body the entire time, wishing it was Timmothy's cum that
had sprayed all over me. For the first time in my life I was turned on by
another guys cock.