Date: Thu, 15 May 2014 12:39:34 -0700
From: mariner1931@cox.net
Subject: Handjob at the Colonial - A new short story

HANDJOB AT THE COLONIAL - A Short Story

Copyright 2014

By Lee Mariner

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Preface

How many teenagers know what sex is really about? Oh, we hear all kinds of
stories from our supposed to be peers about the times they have had some
dude suck their cock or how much they jerk off but, that is mostly kid
stuff. Image making for the older jock studs but probably mostly bullshit.

This is the true story about my first sexual encounter that sort of really
convinced me that I was gay or at least I liked having someone else playing
with my 17yr old uncut cock. Maybe some of you can relate.

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It was in November 1947 that I joined the Navy. I graduated high school in
June and like most kids of the time, the best job we had ever had was
delivering newspapers or maybe, if real luck, had a job as a movie usher.
The newspaper job was because my uncle owned the local weekly newspaper. At
that time $15. bucks a month was pretty good money for a teenager. Being an
usher paid more but being a favorite of the Manager was the only way you
got a job.

However, that is another story for another day.

As far back as I could remember, I had always wanted to join the Navy. Why
I did, I don't really remember but, after graduation and not being able to
find a substantial job, I pestered my parents until my Dad finally agreed
and I'll never forget what he told me after he took a day off from work too
sign my enlistment papers.

It was early afternoon on the 10th of November. I had made two trips by
streetcar to take the physical examination in addition to filling out what
seemed like an awful lot of papers.

My Dad went with me but this time, instead of the streetcar, he drove us in
his old 1938 Chevrolet. It had been up on block for most of the war but it
was still in good condition.

The guy that did the recruiting talked with my Dad, answering questions
until, looking at me, he shook his head and signed the consent forms as he
said, "if you come crying to me, I'll kick your ass until the cows come
home."  I didn't see my dad for almost 5 years.

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Boot camp at the Great Lakes Naval Training Station, in Illinois on Lake
Michican was nothing to brag about. The training was hard and by attrition
alone several of the kids I enlisted with fell out and were sent home.

Me, the food wasn't that bad, the guys that were called the company
commanders wern't all that bad and it wasn't very long and there was some
very distinct improvement in my overall physical condition. No Charles
Atlas stuff but I put on weight and started to fill out my 5',9" frame in
all of the right places except one; my cock.

It didn't grow any longer than 7" when it was hard which was often. It was
a lot thicker but no longer...at least not right then. I didn't realize,
then, that the male penis grew at an almost imperceptible rate.

Except for a few, most of the other kids my age looked like they bigger
cocks than I did.

I did realize the one thing...I liked looking at the other boys cocks and
there was an intense desire to feel just what it was like to hold another
boy's cock.  But, even though my buddies and I jerked off when we went
skinny dipping and we kidded each other about how big or little our cocks
were, no one dared touch or even suggest jerking each other off. That would
have risked being called 'queer' or even worse, 'faggot' like the old man
that lived in our neighborhood. It was rumored he liked little boys and we
were warned to stay clear of him.

But, for all of that, the fascination with how good other guys looked, the
size of their cocks and the almost constant need to jerk off became more
intense until the first time another guys hand played with my cock and
caused me to 'cum'.

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I graduated from boot camp in late February 1948 and I was sent too the
Naval Station, Norfolk, Va. to await further assignment.  The barracks we
lived in were the same as those in boot camp. Most of us were assigned to
different work groups during the day, some were sent on to schools i.e.,
firefighting, gunnery, etc.

We worked until 4pm and then we could go on what was called "liberty." That
meant we could leave the base or stay onboard until 7am the following
morning when we had to fall in for 'muster', make sure we hadn't gone AWOL.

 Being really my first time away from home and not knowing how or what to
do when we were off duty, I stayed on board until one of the guys told me
about a neat movie being shown at a theatre called the "Colonial" and some
of the places like the Navy YMCA where they had dances, swimming, rooms for
overnight and a restaurant.  I decided to wait for what was called a
'long-weekend' when we could leave base on Friday and not return until
Monday morning. Some of the guys would go off base almost every night and
be back on board before midnight. That didn't make much sense to me at the
time since being able to stay off for a longer time did and gave more time
for exploring.

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There were electric buses that went downtown. The bus that I took stopped
almost in front of the Navy "Y".  After checking it out, I got a room for
the weekend, $5. After checking the room out and leaving my overnight
athletic bag, I wandered around until I found the "Colonial" theatre. The
marque showed they were showing "The Northwest Passage" starring "Cary
Grant."  The ticket was two-bits and that surprised me since, back home, we
only payed 13cents for adults and 10cents for kids.

At the door, some pimplefaced kid not much older than me took my ticket and
without comment, tore it in-half and gave me the stub. There was a short
concourse hallway that slanted upward. Just inside the door there was a
candy/popcorn counter. I bought a Milky Way candy bar and a 15cent box of
popcorn.

 On opposite walls there two doorways with a lighted sign proclaiming them
to be the entrance too "Gentlemen" on one side and "Ladies" on the other.
Posters proclaiming future films were displayed on the walls and the floor
was covered with inset rubber out-door mats to prevent people from slipping
and falling since the floor inclined upward. At the top was a heavy, dark
blue, velveteen curtin that parted in the middle.

Stepping through the curtain, I stopped for a moment until my eyes adjusted
to the darkness. On my left was a blank wall with openings where the
projectors were showing the movie. Several small couches were provided for,
I wasn't sure what. On my right was another head-high half-wall and there
were openings for the aisles that led to the seating.

I stood at the top of the center aisle and located a seat about 10 rows
back from the screen. I selected a mid-row seat with unoccupied seats on
either side. After sitting down and adusting myself, a man who seemed to
come out of nowhere sat beside me. Doing a quick glance, I could see he was
older than me but really not that much, at least I didn't think so. His
hair was dark, he was wearing a light jacket over an athletic shirt of some
kind and non-discript pants. Both of us had looked at the same time but
nothing was said.

It wasn't very long before the row was filled except for the seat on my
left. Some lady was using it to hold her pocketbook.

Everything seemed normal; including the usual coughes, 'ahurmps' and
sneezes. I was enjoying Cary Grant trying to outrun an airplane when I felt
a plucking feeling on my right thigh. I wiggled a little and continued
watching the movie when another plucking feeling occured but this time one
of the 13-buttons on my unform trousers popped loose. I looked to my right
and the guy smiled, weakly.

I tried watching the movie but, his plucking became more persistant and my
cock became harder the more I thought about what he was doing and where he
was doing it. I didn't know what he wanted but, I sort of encourged him by
lifting my arms slightly giving him better access.

He quickly undid half of the remaining buttons and that gave him access to
my raging hardon. I felt him searching for better access to my cloth
covered hardon and when his fingers found the opening in my shorts and
touched my cock, I gasped almost audibly. He stopped but did not remove his
hand and, I didn't do anything to stop him, I was enjoying him touching me,
feelings of awe spreading over me.

We did nothing for a moment or two until I slid down in my seat and
extended my right leg under the front seat giving him easier access. When
he gripped my aching 7" cock and started moving his hand up and down its
burgeoning length, I felt my balls tightening as the uncut skin moved up
and down.

The excitement of a surreal happening and the feeling of his hand squeezing
and stroking my rock hard cock was more than I had ever felt before and
even the warnings of an impending ejaculation in my pants did not stop him
nor did I want him to stop. I really did want to feel him jerking me off. I
wanted the feeling of my cock growing just before thick streams of semen
gushed from the uethral opening in the crown of my cock.

I glanced over at him just as the semen was rising and, it was then that I
saw he was jerking himself off as he was stroking my cock. I could see his
pants were unzipped and in the light from the movie screen, he had an
impressive cock. When he increased the piston movement of his hand, I
realized he was as close as I was and when a deep groan surged upward from
my gut, I saw him quickly cover the crown of his cock with a handkerchief
just as thick streams from my cock splattered all over my shorts and onto
the button flap of my pants.

The intensity of the semen rushing up the thickening length of my cock
drove my ass down into the seat and for a moment, I thought the lady
sitting two seats removed had heard me groaning as a load of thick semen
rushed upward through the urethreal canal.  I lost track of where Cary
Grant was in the thick fog of pleasure that filled my mind and it was
several moments before I fully recovered.

As by breathing returned to normal, I saw my aggresive, sexual benefactor
moving to the end of the row. The tales that I had heard in my high-school
locker room and showers took on more meaning and, I knew that I had enjoyed
my first conjoint gay experience.

It took me several minutes to arrange my shorts so the wetness was not so
uncomfortable or obvious even though my uniform pants were dark, almost
black. But, as I left the theatre, I knew that I wanted more of what my
unknown benefactor had introduced me to.

There would be more stories of later but often experiences.

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