Date: Fri, 27 Sep 2002 21:49:11 -0500
From: Justin Kase <sbc_tek@hotmail.com>
Subject: Next part (9)  of Chad and Jeremy's little bro

My memories don't exactly fall into chronological order.  Its usually
something that happens to me during the day that will spark a memory.  Then
it opens back up and I can almost see it like a movie.  So it is fitting
that a box of movies brought back the latest memory of growing up with my
brothers.  I just acquired a box of VHS tapes, most previously viewed from
the video store at the corner.  I remembered most of them, but there are
some that I know I sat through them at the theater but I really don't
remember the movie itself. I think its because of what went on in the
theater.

My brother Jeremy still loves his movies, he goes to them as soon as they
open in the theaters.  I think he feels compelled to go to them even if he
knows he won't like them.  He loves the indi as much or more as the major
movies.  I loved meeting him in Las Vegas earlier this year for their film
festival, I actually spent more time away from the tables.  We sat in the
dark and watched some unique themes, well, maybe not so unique but very
different than what you can find at your local Cinemark 20.  At one point,
Jeremy leaned over, put his hand on my crotch, and whispered about what we
used to do as kids.  Then a little squeeze.

I think I was about 7 when Jeremy started to take me to the movies. Chad
would come sometimes, and there were plenty of friends of Jeremy's.  To
keep me from fidgeting or running around, Jeremy would hold me on his lap.
That certainly would calm me down and back then I would always be flopping
my body on his, squeezing into a chair with him, or scooting over in bed
next to him.  I would still squirm around a little as he held me, but that
was one of the reasons he would hold me.

There was no doubt that Jeremy would get a boner as I sat on his lap.  I
could feel it on my butt.  I would whisper to him that I could feel it.  He
would gently guide me with his hands over his boner.  I could feel his
boner rubbing along my butt.  My pelvis would slide right over and with a
bump come off of his dick.  I was so close to him that I could hear him
moan just a little each time.  I got quite good at moving just the right
way.  I knew about cuming, not that I was doing it then but I got to see
Jeremy cum several times.  I really thought a boy had to be stroked to cum
but with the way that Jeremy would hold me tight and make me be still
somewhere long into the movie, I realized much later that he was cuming
with me on his lap.

There were two of his friends that I loved to sit on as well.  One of them
was not nearly as obvious that he was enjoying it.  Other than the fact
that I could feel his boner, there wasn't much action.  There was some
rocking, front to back, and some positioning.  "Jim" would make sure his
boner was lined up with my little ass crack.  I could feel his dick pulse
or twitch from time to time.  I tried a few times to start moving, to give
and get a little more pleasure but he would put his hands on my legs and
quiet me.  We would sit so still that my butt would be all sweaty by the
end of the movie.  It was a very calm sexual event.  It is interesting to
note that this boy grew up to be a city councilman and for his TV Christmas
message to the community, his son sat on his lap, swinging his legs as
daddy smiled at the camera.

The other boy, Alan, was much more active.  Many times Alan would have his
hands on both hips and moving me back and forth and all around.  When it
was just me, Jeremy and Alan, he wasn't very shy about it at all.  He would
slide me back and forth, pulling me tight into his dick.  He would whisper
to Jeremy.  I know he would say things about how tight I would be to fuck,
or how he wished it was emptier in the theater, or that he want to take my
pants off.  Alan would get up a few times during most movies, either to get
a drink or to piss.  If I did get back into his lap, his boner was gone.
The other interesting note is that Alan got busted in the men's room of the
theater.  I was closer to 11 then.  I had ridden his boner until he had to
go finish jacking in the men's room.  I think each time we played in there,
Alan would go jack.  He got banned for a year, or at least until they
forgot about him.

But it was with Jeremy that I enjoyed it the most.  The movements on his
boner were slow yet firm.  Jeremy reciprocated.  Much like he would do at
night, as I would fall asleep, Jeremy would play with my little boner.  I
would stay hard the entire movie, his fingers stroking my hairless dick and
playing with my balls.  Jeremy would even put a little spit on his finger
tips and twirl around my dick head.  That and running a fingernail under my
sack from almost my hole would put me into a very calm but appreciative
state.  I would hate when the movie ended and would not get off his lap
until the credits were about done and the lights turned back up.

It started when I wore shorts to the movie and Jeremy had great access to
my goodies through the leg opening.  From then on, I would always try to
wear shorts to the movie after that.  Even in the winter, I would explain
that the mall was warm and the theater was hot.  My dick and balls would
end up very hot. When we left the movie, my balls and dick would be
buzzing.

I was 9 when there was an opportunity to go to the movies in the middle of
the afternoon.  Our mother had all of us shopping at the mall.  She had
enough of us and pulled out enough money to send us to the theater at the
far end.  My dick sprang up hard at the sound of the word "movie".  As Chad
and Jeremy got drinks and popcorn and such, I ran into the men's room, hid
in the stall and pulled my shorts down so I had access to my underwear.  I
pulled and stretched, stretched and pulled under the leg opening were
plenty wide.  I think I overdid it a little, some of the white cotton undie
was hanging out of the leg of my shorts.

I didn't take me long to get settled into Jeremy's lap.  I felt his boner
build.  My butt got into a rhythm.  Each butt cheek taking a turn to
massage his dick.  And Jeremy's fingers played for the entire movie with my
dick.  Little strokes, twirling a finger around my little shaft, twisting
the little pink head.  His fingers found my balls, flipping them up as his
fingers did a walking motion.  My legs were spread wide, my feet on the
back of the chair in front.  As Jeremy would switch his attention from
balls or dick, I could feel the cool cool air blow on the heated body part.

Chad sat next to us the entire time.  He ate popcorn from the oil-field
size barrel, stared at the movie and every once in a while look over and
smile.  He never did get involved and was much more attentive to the movie.

Now, I end up putting my own hand down my own shorts as I watch movies on
TV and even in the theaters.  I do pay a little more attention to the
movie, and now I got a chance to see a lot of the movies I missed then.
That box is full of movies I got stroked to.


Thanks guys, I hope you like this little memory.
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