Dirty Movies
Joe hung up the phone an ripped off the page on which
he'd scrawled the directions to the farm. A whole weekend of
fucking and sucking with Tim. The thought of it made his
heart pound and his prick stiffen.
He glanced at the clock. If he hurried, there'd be just
enough time to shower and drive to Cinema II.
What he really wanted to do was think of Tim and beat
off in the shower with the hot water streaming down his body.
But there wasn't time, not if he wanted to be in his seat
when the picture started.
But he was seated in plenty of time. He sat near the
back. Not much of a crowed, he thought. A couple of teenage
girls down front. A young couple more interested in each
other than a move. Three boys from McKinley High wolfing
down jumbo boxes of popcorn.
Just before the lights dimmed, a guy strolled down the
aisle. He walked about a third of the way down, then turned
and walked back, as if he were looking for someone. The
blond youth's eyes caught Joel's, held for a second, then
dropped to the floor.
In that second, Joel saw an unnameable something that
sent liquid fire through his veins. He bolted upright in his
seat. He didn't know what he'd do if the guy walked out. He
felt compelled to follow him. But Joel relaxed when the
youth sat down across the aisle, in the same row as Joel.
The blond, dressed in white, slouched in his seat, one
kneed propped against the back of the seat in front of him,
his elbows on the armrests. Long, graceful fingers formed a
tent.
Joel had never seen him before--not at McKinley or on
the streets of Penwood. If he had, he would never have
forgotten him. Never.
The blond looked like a handsome college kid who should
be IN the movies not AT the movies. Maybe a college freshman
on summer vacation. But why would he come to a dead-end town
like Penwood? Especially dressed in dazzling white Ocean
Pacifics--corduroy shorts, light-weight jacket, sleeves
pushed up, collar up. A walking fashion magazine.
The guys at McKinley would have laughed their asses off
it they'd seen a dream like him strolling the halls. Showed
what assholes the guys were at McKinley.
Joel wanted to be like the strange in every way. That's
the way Joel was going to dress when he started at Penn State
in the fall.
As the lights dimmed, Joel slid a glance in the college
kid's direction. The youth's hand dropped to his knee, then
slid up his bare thigh and came to rest on his basket.
Even in that light Joel could see the pale hairs on the
blond's thighs. It make him hot. He'd like to put his hand
on the thigh. Or, better yet, his tongue. He'd lick the
blond hairs. Lick his way right up under his shorts.
Joel made a grab for his own stiffening cock. He could
cream his Jockeys just thinking about licking the blond's
crotch. Except for Tim, Penwood had never seen a more
handsome guy than the one across the aisle.
Announcements flashed on the screen. Turning his head
slightly to the left, Joel propped his chin on this hand. He
pretended to read the announcements, but his eyes were glued
to the blond.
Joel's breath caught when the blond gave his basket a
blatant squeeze. The blond's tongue came out as if he were
trying to touch his nose, but instead, it moved back and
forth across his upperlip. Then he made matters worse by
rubbing his basket with his open hand.
Joel's heart thundered. His hard cock started drooling
pre-come, wetting his shorts. He squeezed his cock as if he
could halt the flow of his juices.
Sliding down in his seat and raising his knee, Joel sat
in a position similar to the blond's and made a bid show of
massaging his cock.
It seemed to turn the blond on; his hand movements
picked up speed. But it floored Joel when the hot blond
worked his hand up under the leg opening of his shorts, his
hand moving as if he were jerking off in his pants.
The feature started, but Joel had forgotten the name of
the picture he'd come to see. The show across the aisle was
a thousand times better.
Joel quivered all over when the blond worked his cock
out of the leg opening. He gave his boner a couple of lewd
shakes, rolled back his shorts to expose more of his hard-on,
then lifted his ass off the seat and fucked his dick up in
the air.
The light was dim, but Joel knew the cock was out in the
open, could see its silhouette, see its impressive length and
breadth. Even the marrow of Joel's bones started to cook.
The college boy pushed down the upended seat next to
him. He made motions with his head.
It was as if Joel were a robot and the blond was working
the controls. Joel got up, blindly crossed the aisle, and
dropped into the seat beside the blond.
Before Joel could even reach for the blond's exposed
cock, the blond was giving Joel's crotch a lively feeling up.
"Get yours out," the blond said, his lips near Joel's
ear, so near that Joel felt down Joel's back.
Joel's trembling hands tore at his zipper. He whipped
out his boner. His dick head was wet with his sex juices,
drooling like a rabid animal.
They reached for each other at the same time. Joel
explored and stroked the stranger's feverish, stone-hard
prick, felt his fleecy thigh.
The blond gave Joel's wet prick a spirited jacking. It
was more than Joel could take. He bent over and licked the
blond's silky prick head. The handsome, clean-cut dick
throbbed against his lips. The position was awkward, but
Joel shifted in his seat until he was able to take the dick
head in his mouth. He sucked hungrily; his tongue thrashed.
The blond took Joel's head in both hands and pulled him
from his prick.
"The men's room," he whispered in Joel's ear, sending
more hot shivers up and down his spine. "You go first. I'll
be there in about five minutes."
Stuffing his boner back in his pants, Joel found his way
to the men's room. Two stalls, three urinals, two sinks. He
paced the floor, his hands shaking, his cock so hard he
thought it would explode.
Had it been some kind of trick? Would he ever see the
good-looking blond again? It was the longest five minutes of
his life.
Then the blond burst through the door, into the bright
light of the restroom. He was ever better-looking than Joel
had thought. His expensively cut silver-blond hair was
becomingly short and brushed to perfection. A small gold
ring glinted at his left ear. "In here," the blond said,
pulling open the door of a stall. For a stranger in town, he
seemed to be well acquainted with the men's room at Cinema
II.
Joel went into the booth. The blond came in and flipped
the bolt.
The handsome stranger caught Joel in a manly hug and
kissed his mouth. The intensity of his tongue-thrashing kiss
rocked Joel like a nuclear blast. The delicious spearmint
flavor of his mouth amalgamated with the copper taste of sex
in Joel's mouth. Hot puffs of air burst from the stranger's
nose and burned Joel's feverish skin.
Joel's hands worked over the hot blond-up and down his
back, his ass, worked their way up the legs of his shorts.
The college student broke their embrace. "Stand up
there," he said, indicating the toilet bowl.
Joel climbed up onto the toilet seat, leaning against
the wall and hunching his hips forward. His horny cock
tentpoled his jeans.
With one hand, the blond massaged Joel's boner. He
unzipped him with his free hand. Eager to please, Joel
helped. He released the button at the waistband and pushed
his jeans and underpants down. The jeans fell to his feet.
His Jockeys hung around his knees. He rolled his T-shirt to
his tits, exposing as much of his body as he could. He
watched the blond's face light up when his private parts were
fully exposed. Joel was selfconscious of his skimpy patch of
pubic hair, but he was proud of his fat eight incher.
"Nice," the blond purred. "You've got a thick one." He
squeezed Joel's pulsing prick. The sticky stuff oozing from
Joel's cock slit didn't seem to bother him. His other hand
flondled Joel's belly, his dark crotch hair, his balls, his
thighs.
Forming an O with his lips, the blond took Joel's sticky
dick head into his mouth, clamped his mouth shut, and slid
down the entire length of Joel's thick meat.
Joel felt his dick knob burst through his soft palate
and plunge into the ovenlike heat of his gullet. Closing his
eyes, Joel groaned and tangled his fingers in the college
student's silky silver-blond hair.
When he opened his eyes and looked down, Joel saw that
the blond had gobbled his cock to the balls. His head turned
from side to side as he rubbed his nose in Joel's crotch
hair.
Then the blond let the entire prick slip from his mouth.
He took the full length of Joel's cock in the same manner at
least a dozen times.
Pointing his tongue, the blond flicked it at Joel's
come slit. After he'd painted the whole know with spit, he
worked out on the underside of Joel's tingling dick--the
groove, the pleasure spot--the spot where his gut-grabbing
orgasms started. The eye of the storm.
And a storm was brewing in Joel's balls now. He totally
gave himself up to the pleasure of the blond's hot sucking
mouth.
The college student played with Joel's balls and
hammered on a greedy portion of his spit-streaming, throbbing
prick. Excess spit soaked his cock hair, ran down and
tickled his balls.
Joel could tell by the way the blond sucked that he
wanted Joel's load. So Joel didn't try to hold back. He let
himself be tossed about in a stormy sea of passion. He felt
himself being dragged closer and closer to the edge.
As his passion soared, he started crying out, moaned,
clutched handfuls of blond hair, and fucked into the handsome
stranger's hammering face.
"I'm gonna shoot!" Joel warned in a hoarse whisper.
"Uh, uh, uh!"
Reaching out, Joel grasped the metal partitions on
either side and hung on. The mind-blowing climax took hold
and rendered him helpless. His knees buckled, and he pumped
what seemed to be a half-liter of cock cream.
The bond slurped down the entire load like man
dehydrated in the desert. After he's scavenged every drop,
he looked up at Joel and smiled, wiping the corners of his
mouth with his thumb and middle finger.
"Do you want to suck me off?" he asked.
"Hell, yes!"
Pulling his jeans up to his knees, Joel swapped places
with the blond, and he was face to face with the college
kid's crotch. His white OPs bulged. It looked like he's
stuffed a grapefruit down his shorts.
Joel let his fingers trail up and down the blond's
golden-haired thighs he unzipped. The front fell open and
showed a bulging pair of bikini briefs in a sexy shade of
yellow, a strip of milky belly.
When the shorts came down, Joel saw that even his cock
hair was blond, darker than the hair on his head and thighs,
more gold than silver. Then his cock sprang out into
brilliant light of florescent panels overhead.
The stranger's cock was as beautiful as the rest of him-
-long, slender. Delicate skin, lightly veined. It was the
longest boner Joel had ever seen. A nine-incher, he guessed.
Joel wrapped his lips around the upthrusting cock and
worked his way up and down, eating the prick as if gnawing
kernels from an ear of corn.
He took the head and gluttonous portion of the long
shaft in his mouth. He sawed up and down slowly, tenderly,
getting high and rock-hard on the erotic taste of the blond's
long meat.
It had been only a little more than a week since Joel
had a cock in his mouth. It seemed like months.
After a couple of minutes of sucking, Joel let the wet
tool slip from his mouth and pulled back to admire it.
The wet, perfectly shaped head was pink and as shiny-
bright as a Christmas ball. He gave it a spirited tonguing,
the went back to hammering up and down the cock's extravagant
length. He twisted one on the slippery shaft and used his
other hand to massage the blond's swollen balls.
It felt good to have a cock in his mouth, his head
buzzing with the smell of sex and male crotch. He could have
gone on like this for hours.
His own cock was hard and jerked in midair. It needed a
good pounding, but he was too busy enjoying the stranger's
That could come later.
But all too soon, the hot blond's panting breaths sawed
faster and faster.
"Here it comes! he cried. "Suck my load!"
His spasming cock ballooned and flooded Joel's mouth with a
boiling load of thick jism. Joel thrilled to the load's
staggering richness, holding it in his mouth before letting
the first mouthful slide to his guts. He took a second
mouthful, then sucked the blond's prick until it had almost
completely relaxed. "You're the best thing that's happened
since I came to Penwood," the blond said. He got down of the
toilet seat and pulled his briefs in place.
"Thanks," Joel said, stuffing his boner in his Jockeys.
But not before the blond looked down at it, a hungry look in
his eyes. "Where are you from?"
"The name's Aaron," the blond said. "I'm a student at
Princeton--when I'm not on vacation. My parents moved here
from Philadelphia."
Joel introduced himself while he struggled to close his
fly over his boner. He knew Aaron was watching.
"I have a van in the parking lot," Aaron said. "I've
got a mattress and a blanket. Real cozy inside. D'you want
to see it?" He fingered Joel's hard-on through his clothing.
"We can take everything off."
Boiling lava pumped through Joel's veins. "Let's go!"
They talked as they hurried from the theater to the parking
lot.
Joel learned that Aaron would be a sophomore when he
returned to Princeton in the fall. And that his father was
the new vice-president at the mill. It had been all over the
morning paper that the mill, Penwood's only industry, had
recently been sold to a huge conglomerate.
Aaron unlocked the back of the van. Joel crawled in
first.
A mattress took up most of the floor space. The rear
windows, covered with vinyl to give them a frosted look, cast
a soft light over the mattress.
"Take everything off," Aaron said, "I want to see you."
He took off his jacket, his knit pull-over.
When the were naked, Aaron stretched out beside Joel.
Joel grabbed the blond of another exchange of hot kissed and
ground his hard-on against the checks were as downy as a
peach skin. Joel played in the hairs in Aaron's sweaty ass
crack.
Raising on leg in the air and opening up the deep cleft,
Aaron said, "That's why I wanted to come to the van. I
want you to fuck me." He swabbed Joel's ear.
"Roll over," Joel said, sitting up.
Aaron lay facedown, his legs spread. He lifted his ass in
the air and fucked his hard-on into the mattress.
Joel crawled between his legs. He fondled Aaron's downy
cheeks. The fuzz on his luscious globes was so pale it was
almost invisible. Bending down, Joel the other. Then he
covered both cheeks with kisses, his tongue making spit
trails.
Using his thumbs, Joel parted the checks and stared into
the golden crack. There among the hairs Joel save the
blond's pink asshole. He went in nose first, sniffing,
inhaling the aromatic smell of ass. He kissed and sucked the
tender lips, then worked his flapping tongue inside. Aaron
pulled his own ass cheeks apart. He moaned, and pleaded for
an ass fucking. When Aaron's constricting hole was dripping
spit, Joel spit on his fingers and slicked his own cock. The
tight hole surrendered to Joel's probing cock head. Joel
looked down and watched his fat prick disappear into the
asshole's steamy depths.
Aaron shivered and rotated his hot but while Joel
plumbed the depths of his ass chute.
Withdrawing until only the head of his cock remained
inside, Joel started humping, gradually increasing his speed.
The tight ring of muscle and the incredible heat wrapped
around his cock and spread over him like a blanket.
It was as if he'd plunged his cock into a vat of hot
lapping tongues. Every inch of his cock was being caressed
by licking ass membranes.
An overload of passion surged through his system,
turning him into a fucking demon. A hard-humping maniac.
He fucked for more than five minutes, always increasing
his speed, slamming into Aaron's ass with deeper prick-
stabbing thrust. The harder and faster he fucked, the more
Aaron loved it.
"Turn over!" Joel panted, ripping his rigid prick from
the mushy depths of his sucking ass. Joel held his slippery
prick, ready to ram the hot blond as soon as he flipped over.
Aaron rolled and threw his legs over his head, his long
fingers wrapped around his ankles.
It was the way Joel had often fucked his buddy Tim, the
position they had always liked best.
He plugged his cock in the hungry blond's sloppy asshole
and put his ass in passing gear. He rode with style and
vigor.
Before he realized it, Joel was far beyond the point of
no return. He was barreling toward the finish like an out-of
-control vehicle speeding downhill.
"Goddamn it!" he cried. But he continued to accelerate
the speed of his thursts.
He stifled a scream. Sinking his cock to his drawn-up
balls, Joel blew a searing load of fuck juice up Aaron's
love tunnel. When the last of the most violent spasms had
run their course, Joel collapsed on top of Aaron.