Date: Mon, 17 Jan 2000 18:20:44 GMT
From: Cory B <corybant66@hotmail.com>
Subject: Movie House Friend

I adjusted my eyes to the dark. In the dim light of the movie house, I could
see a scattering of men, sitting, waiting for the feature to begin.  Without
warning, the projector sputtered to life behind me and on the screen I saw
two young men approach each other on a park trail.  Their eyes met and one
went into the bushes, followed quickly by the other.  Before long, the
younger of the two, who looked barely 18, was on his knees, swallowing the
extended member of the older man.

Still standing in the aisle, I could see better from the light reflected
from the large screen.  The men sitting ranged from hoary to very young.
But, one in particular caught my attention.  He appeared to be about his
mid-thirties and had a very pronounced and dark moustache.  He had sharp
features, and a sensual mouth, but you could hardly say he was handsome.  He
gazed unblinkingly at the action on the screen.

I moved to his aisle and sat about three chairs away.  I could see his hand
was in his lap, but his fly was closed as he massaged his erection through
his pants.  I could make out a wedding ring on his left hand.  He didn't
appear to notice me at all, so I slid over a couple more chairs.  Sitting
next to him, I turned my attention back to the screen, all the while keeping
the corner of my eye on my moustached friend to my left.

On the screen, the younger man was lapping at the balls of the older man, as
the older man directed the younger man what to do.  The gist of the story
was that the older man had the power to seduce any man, straight or gay,
merely by affixing his gaze upon them.  He was ordering the younger man
directly, and the young man, as if in a trance, obliged willingly and
enthusiastically.

I found my own hand, massaging my member through my pants.  As I unzipped my
fly to reach in, I purposefully brushed my knee against my neighbor's.  As
if shaken out of his trance, the moustached man finally noticed how close I
was to him.  He smiled slightly and nodded as he saw that I had my hand on
my rod.  I smiled back and took his friendliness as a sign of consent.  I
moved my left hand to the front of his pants and with my hand on his, I
proceeded to grind his stiff member.

He let out a small sigh, so I went further.  I fumbled at his belt and fly
and was able to reach in and find his impressively sized dick fully
extended.  I stroked the shaft lightly.  The smile left his face and his
eyes glazed over.  He was breathing heavily as i snaked his head outside his
shorts into the open air of the theatre.

When he emitted a low moan, I proceeded to my knees.  It took no time as I
engulfed his head and began lavishing attention to his piss hole with my
tongue.  His eyes were completely closed at this point and his hips rose
from his seat.  I engulfed his entire head, sucking earnestly at the head
while my tongue continued its ministrations.  His hips flexed instinctively,
driving more of his rod into my mouth.

I started bobbing my head up and down, stroking myself with my free hand.
He placed his left hand on my head and helped me find the rhythm he wanted.
I slid up and down his stiff member, with his head finding the back of my
throat.  With my free hand I stroked his hairy balls.  I could feel them
graze my chin as he directed me to pick up speed.

My tongue was a blur on his rock hard cock.  My own ached for release, but I
held back, wanting to explode when he did.  Stroking myself while I fed on
the marvelous cock of this married man, I could sense he was getting close,
too.  From what seemed like a distance, I could hear the older man in the
movie exhort his young stud to suck harder and faster and I took it as a
direct order to me.  Kneading his balls and sucking for all I was worth, I
could feel him quiver and I knew he was close.

I engulfed his entire cock and closed my throat around his head as I swelled
even more.  With the first splashes of cum on the back of my throat, I felt
my own release.  He moaned.  I moaned as he and I shot strand after strand
of thick, creamy white cum.  He held my head tight against his crotch as I
sucked and swallowed every drop, letting go of me just as his erection began
to fade.

With that, he zipped up his fly and without even so much as a backward
glance, he strode out of the theatre.  I sat back down and lapped up my own
cum from my hand and removed some from my leg with my handkerchief.  I
watched as the older man sprayed cum all over the face of the younger man on
the screen.  I surveyed the room to determine who else might need a helping
hand.