Date: Fri, 1 Aug 2014 19:44:22 +0200
From: Richard Dule <dickydoo2@gmx.com>
Subject: Matinee Mates 2

        MATINEE MATES 2


...K, some of you asked for it, so they're baccckkk...


                                    THE REAL FUN BEGINS...


...the ridge on his dry knob, my mind swirling, the pinch of his fingers
on my hoody pucker... omg.... his fingertip on my hard nipple... oohhh...
the squeeze on my aching cock.. omgggooddd... oooohhh...uhh...uhh...


...uhhh... uuHHH... yasss... UGH...UGGHH!!" the memory of feeling
his hard cock again, my heels digging into the bed, my head jammed
into the pillow, my hips off the bed, my back arched as I pinched
my ass cheeks feeling that awesome release, that incredible surge
of boyjuice up my throbbing shaft, whorling out my tender cockhead,
the first spurt almost hitting my tits, the others splashing down,
puddling on my tummy.

I collapsed back down on the bed, breathing hard, my heart racing, my
faithful cock wilting, the turtleneck slowly sliding back, leakage still
oozing out the pucker as I absently ran my fingers around the slimy
splotch, tasting it. Gawd I loved his dink.

The reality of that dink that I had felt was now replayed, except for his
cumming, making my load the biggest and furthest yet. But I was
anxous to see and feel his golden load and how sweet it tastes. I really
like mine and wonder what his is like. Maybe and hopefully soon too.

Of course this toss-off should be considered an early 'hors d'oeuvre',
before supper, you might say, but all ready I was looking forward to
whacking off after supper, a desert, a cum pudding. Yep, can`t get
enough, you remember?

Remember too, that flakey crust that used to form on your tummy? Well
as I headed to the bathroom to remove it, I decided to start preparing the
props for my dessert.

After a quick cleansing shower (easier than scraping) I trimmed back my
bush so it looked closer to BJ's smaller bunch of curlies, then rolled my
hoody back behind that ridge, being lucky it was wide enough that it would
stay crinkled up behind it and look like BJ's.

There, I thought when I looked in the mirror, it looks a lot more like his, it
should be all dry and wrinkly for our meeting after dinner. Good. I got
dressed and sauntered down for supper. Uneventful meal.

Then, after watching TV for a bit, my mind soon wandered to BJ, naturally,
and as could be expected, my joint reacted, naturally. You know what it's like
when you suddenly pop wood with your rents in the room, so I grabbed a
mag off the table and discreetly dropped it in front of the offending member
and mumbled something about stretching out to read for a while and go on
the computer, yada, yada...

When I entered my room, I opened my closet door and there he was! That
impish smile, those cute dimples and curly hair, shyly looking away at first. He
had wood too! Squeezing it in his shorts like I was squeezing mine!

Moving up to the mirror, I put my hands up and he put his up against mine,
then leaned in and kissed me on the lips! We rubbed our woody bulges against
each other`s as my heart leaped, my woody struggling to break out, wanting
to be serviced in the worst way again.

I stepped back to get a full view of  him, wanting to see him naked again and
I puckered my lips like him, throwing a kiss as I pulled my shirt off following
his lead...

Well I guess you've figured out my little secret by now. Yes, my fantasy that
I've told no one, so don't you tell either, promise? K.

Being an only child, a little on the short side and shy, I didn`t really have many,
or really, any close freinds, so I would strip in front of the full length mirror on
the back of my closet door.

Then I would imagine the face of a boy from my class and put it on the naked
body in the mirror and watch him whack off. Guess you could say I'm not out
of the closet yet, hee, hee. So back to my fantasy.

...he traced a finger around his nipple and it felt good when he pinched it.
That bulge in his pantleg intrigued me, having seen and felt it earlier today,
and when I squeezed it it felt good too, and hard now.

Following his lead, I undid my snap and spread the flaps on my shorts
as he works his down I see he's not wearing amy undewear, just like me!

Those short curlies, mmm..  ya, they feel good as he runs his fingertips
through them. He keeps wiggling his shorts down like I am and there,
the base of that stiff shaft I had felt, and when he squeezes it, it feels good.

Our hard cocks flip up at the same time, and there, there it all is! I shivered
when he rubbed his fingertip over that dry knob I had loved so much in the
theartre earlier today.

When I suddenly turned my back on him and looked over my shoulder, he had
done the same. We rubbed our spongy cheeks at each other, then spread our
feet and cheeks, exposing our pink roses to each other.

We bent over and looked under and through our spread feet at each other,
our ball hanging down under our rectal wrinkles and we made them wink at
each other and giggled.

He was as anxious as I was as we straightened up, turned and faced each
other, nodded, grabbed our aching cocks and proceeded to beat our meat,
carefully watching each other, knowing how each syncronized stroke felt.

Following my lead, he rubbed his stomach as he thrashed, then tugged his balls,
that felt good, then bent forward, head down, jerking away, then I gasped and
rose on my toes like him, tossing my head back this time, as we chewed on our
lips.

I felt that boy venom starting to rise in my boy serpent as we nodded at each
other and we moved in, touching our foreheads together as we looked down,
watching each others dicks, our hands almost a blur on those angry snakes.

Our viper heads were only inches apart when the tiny pink serpent lips opened
and started spewing their lucious toxin at each other.

OMG, my knees got so weak as we pumped away, our groans blending into one
till those bone tickling jets dribbled down to just a slurry of ooze.

We smeared the slimy jizm around on the glass separating us with our leaking
cockheads, his as shiny as mine now, then knelt down and  we licked some off
our sides of the glass, then I leaned against the mirror and kissed him on the
lips again.

I cleaned the glass, but not my crotch, wanting the feel of it drying to remind
me of how it felt and it also kept the tip under my cap moist and tender, not dry,
wrinkly and numb from rubbing like all those that have had theirs clipped.

Doning my baggy shorts, sans gaunchies, so they wouldn't be like a cheap hotel,
no ballroom, I went downstairs swinging to watch some more TV. Yuk.

My mind was racing, so excited about tomorrow, wondering though if I had
enough in my cum baggy for my usual and final nightly ablution later, and my
dickhead was getting pretty raw too.

But the nice thing with a third, as I'm sure you well know, it often takes a little
longer, and the juice usually a little less, when you cum, you really cum, like
fucking cum intense. Right?

So I tried to keep my mind on  the TV, which was rather boring, but I hung in,
going to bed so early would be a little suspicious.

So after killing an approriate amount of time, and with my mind not helping
with its wild wandering and making my snake start wandering down my
pantleg, I decided to quit fighting off my awakening monster.

Of course since my mom was watching too, I had to grab another cover
mag and bounced upstairs to my room. I think she smiled because of my
sudden literary interest, not my prurient interest in monsters.

When I stripped to get comfortably naked, it popped up, head just half covered
and bounced around to show hitsdelight, wanting some more attention even
though he was a little redder than usual, and that was not because he was shy.

I lay down, ignoring his bouncing antics and started playing my Playstation and
eventually he lay back down on my trimmed pubes, pouting, pulling his hoody
back up too. But he kept waking up, peeking at me through the pucker with his
blind eye, then slump back down, still anxious.

And he knew when I would think about BJ, especially with his monster so vividly
etched in my mind, because he would snap up again and I could hear him
whisper, inviting me, 'aw, c'mon, lets get it on, choke me, toss me off, whack me off,
jerk me off, I'm loaded for bear' then straightend right up, stretching his hard neck,
challenging me.

My boyballs joined in too, tightening off and on, building up pressure  to help him
out, and when I noticed it was time to go to bed, rather I mean sleep, I finally caved
in and he really liked this bedtime snack, as I called it, so got real excited, really
started flipping all over the place now.

I rolled back up on my shouders, my knees dropped down toward my ears and
looked up at rosy red cockhead above me, his blind eye blinking as it stared down at
me, just inches above my face.

Imagining it was BJ's I started to cave in and service him, wishing and fantasizing
it was his as I tossed away. A boynut hung down slightly on either side of his hard
neck, bouncing gleefully away, waiting for the signal to dicharge their valuable
viscous cargo.

Boy, I think some of those seminal wigglies had already snuck up my cockpipe
because it only took a few whacks for them to let me know they were hot and ready.
And, not being able to hold back any longer, I decided to let them have their way.

I saw those little pink lips smile open, lovenuts contract, my boystem pulse, then
spew a fusillade of hot spunk into my open mouth and  I waved him around
spraying my face with the rest.

It wasn`t as large as usual, but boy, talk about intense! Especially with BJ on my
mind and in my hand...

I dropped my feet back down and watched my faithful cobra shrink back, his cap
rolling up for the night, still leaking some venom out, my balls dropping, empty and
exausted as I recovered, my heart slowing, the face paint drying.

Rather than wipe myself off, I decided to fall asleep, just cum covers on me so when
I wake that cummy crust will remind me and I`ll replay that erotic memory. Kinda weird
aren't I...

When I woke in the morning I was on the edge of an erotic dream of BJ... dahhh,
surprise... so was sporting serious wood, which I automatically grasped for my morning
exercise, with no dog to walk instead you know... LOL

Damn, I just remembed I had promised to be chaste and then thought of why,made
even harder.

I couldn't lose the boner, I was gonna be stuck with it, it was so insistant. I wished
I coulda showered with my hands tied behind my back, as it bobbed away when I did
the crust removal.

Anyhow, I made it through these morning ablutions, able to successfully  skip the
important one, a little frustrated. Hmm... ever happen to you? C'mon, remember how
horny you were all day because you didn`t whack off?

So the morning seemed to drag on endlessly and with permanent wood, swinging with
no underwear, I had to be careful to carry something in front of me when I was
around mom.

Then when it was time for me to head out, at the last minute she had me run an
errand for her, damn, which really upset me, because when I finished, I had to run to
the theatre.

It was his turn to buy the popcorn so I just grabbed a Coke and raced up the stairs
two at a time in the dark because the show had already started.  He was in my seat
with the box of popcorn on his lap so I gave him a high five and sat down beside him.

He was grinning deviously as he took a swig of Coke "want some popcorn?"

"Sure" I said and reached in the box.  I looked at him surprised as I felt a chocolate
bar "there's a chocolate bar in there!"

When I pulled it out I was confused when just the wrapper came out.  "The
chocolate bar fell out!" I exclaimed and reached back to grab the bar and it was
soft and warm, it... "Wha...?"

I looked  up at at him puzzled, then shit! It was his boner I grabbed! OMG!
I stammered and squeezed it as he broke out laughing.

I immediately went harder as I finally held his cock in my fingers again, further
familiarizing myself with it again. It didn't feel as long as my almost 6 ", but
thicker, smooth and rock hard. The skin was tight on the shaft and I could feel
those ribs down the sides and when I ran my thumb over his bare knob, he
flinched and I grinned.

My mouth was dry as my heart beat a little stronger and we were very quiet as he
reached down, undid my fly now and slid his hand in, found my cock and pulled it
out.  He wrapped his fingertips around my hard shaft and pulled the shaft skin
down till my foreskin slid back exposing my damp tender knob.  He paid me back
by running his thumb over the sensitive tip making me flinch this time as he giggled.

He continued to pull the skin up and down, watching my knob pop in and out in the
 flickering light from the movie.  I took the box off his and finally had a close look.
The knob was bigger than mine and a little larger around than his thick shaft,
tapering down to a point with a slight dip in the top and the cicatrix was a clean cut.

His balls were caught in the V of his fly and when I started to feel them, he took a
quick look  around the balcony that on a weekday afternoon was empty as usual,
then stood and looked around to check again.

Crossing his arms, he reached down, grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt then yanked it
over his head, dropped it, then grasped his shorts and wiggled them down. I saw he
was briefless too as he kicked then off and stood up straight, raised his arms in a
victory salute and pumped his hips at the screen.

Wow! Suddenly there were a series of explosions on the screen that lit him up like a
flashbulb and gave me a perfect profile view of his bobbing cock, right before my eyes!

The pink head on his precious prick tilted slightly towards his tummy, his ball bag was
almost the size of mine in spite of almost 2 years difference in age, and was uptight
and a nice pink too.

When he turned to me and jerked his hips, I giggled, thinking it looked like his boner
was waving me to come to him.

I stood, looked around, then stripped too, the two of us now buttnaked, boned and
facing each other, smiling and super horny. Wadda sight...

We were obviously of one mind, as we simlutaneously sat down, turned to each other,
smiling, and thank goodness for the armless seat, he slowly leaned over to me, put
his hand behind my head and pulled me to his lips and kissed me!

Shit, I thought I was gonna fire a shot straight up between us!

Those full lips felt so good as we continued, then I felt his tongue pressiing so I opened
mine and it slid in so I sucked on it! Boing, boing, jeez my dick was vibrating like a
tuning fork.

His other hand dropped down and his fingers traced around on my nipple, then down to
my trimmed bush, then grasped my throbber with his thumb and three fingers and
started slowly stroking.

Shit, I was so tingly as I mimicked him, finally stroking the object of so many of my
fantasies, the tongue an unepected bonus. And naked in the theatre!  Fuck!

We started increasing our jerking as he released my head and he smiled warmly at me in
the dim flickering light which made me shiver then he squeezed me harder as he looked
down at my knob and started to toss me faster.

I looked down at his and increased my speed to match his, like in my fantasies, and felt
my load building up then he started to really flail away on my cock.

Not being able to hold it any longer, I quickly raised my hips slightly, squeezed my cheeks
together and dug my heels into the floor as I stiffened so he immediately put his other
palm a couple of inches from the end of my knob as I groaned "uh... uh... ah... uhhh... ugh... UGHHHH!" then my knob erupted, spearing his palm with a huge splatter of fresh boycum.

His eyes went wide when the fkickering light lit us up, and I stayed arched as I jetted three
more bursts into his palm then remained still as the stringers fell back down on my cock
and his hand. I slumped down on the seat as he pulled my skin up and squeezed the last
dribbles out my foreskin pucker.

Jaasus...I'd never cum like that before, I thnk my bag must have colllapsed!. He smiled at
me as he licked some of my cum off his hand then wiped the rest on his stomach.

I leaned over looking at his inviting knob, gave it friendly pinch, then clenched his rigid digit
with my three fingers and started to throttle his precious pylon, like in my fantasies. I
chuckled because I was left-handed and he was right handed so it comfortably worked out
and very quickly I felt him starting to squirm.

He dropped his head forward and put his hand in my hair and squeezed as he went spastic,
squirming, gasping, so I put my other hand in front of his knob just as he threw his head
back then quickly forward and down, his hips bouncing, "a... a... yesss... oh yass... oh... oohh...ooHHH...OOHH... aghh... AAGHHH... !" and spewed a streamer of hot spunk linto
my palm, my dream sperm.

He bucked his hips two more times, letting fly a fair wad each time, nicely covering my hand
which I immediately started licking off, still warm, the real stuff now.

He then collapsed down, his bare chest heaving as he grasped his wilting dick, slid his
hand up it, scraping the cum up and off his bright red cherry and into his palm and llicked it
and smiled at me.  A fellow cum licker!

"That was awesome!" he whispered to me "the best cum I've ever had.  And you had such
a big load! I've never done it to anybody else or had it done it to me.  You're the best
AJ, buddy!"

He gave me a quick kiss, then he had us lick each others' palms and fingers off then
he  reached down on the floor, picked up a handful of napkins from the concession
stand and handed me some.

"Always be prepared!  I was hoping we would be needing them" he said with a wink
as he started dryng his hands off so I did mine as I looked down at our weeping and
waning wangs. Shit, what a gooey slimy mess of young boy semen.

I went to wipe mine and he said, "On no, no, they're just for drying, gotta clean first, here
I'll show you" and he leaned down and licked  the drops off my  pubes, pulled on a
couple of curlies, then held up my limp dick as he cleaned the spunk off my ballbag,
then opened his mouth and dropped down over my whole softy and pinched his lips
around the base.

OMG. He sucked a couple times, then sucked as he slid up and off, slurping and
giggling as he  pinched the pucker in his fingertips to keep it upright then slid the skin
down, unveiling my tender slimy dickhead.

When he engulfed it in his mouth and clamped his lips on my soft shaft and sucked,
OMG, OMG, I let out a very loud and a very audible gasp, then a kinda scratchy
squeal as I grasped his head.

I'd heard the term 'cocksucker' before and thought that it would be gross, but guess
what... Nope!

.He pulled off, licked his lips and grinned at me and I looked angrily at him, "Bitch, you
caught me off guard, I aughta clean you clock" and gave his a freindly slap, "but I
think I'll clean you cock instead"

That brought a chuckle as I went down on him. Wow, not only did I whack him off, but
now I get to suck on it. No more fantasies anymore, just memories for my nightly
tune-ups now!

It was awesome as I slathered my tongue around his pubes and balls, then slipped
my lips over his gooey knob and sucked, and also swirled my tongue around it to
tease his dickhead and get back at him. It did as he let out a loud gasp and yelp too.

I licked my lips as we dropped the napkins on the floor and looked at each other warmly,
and he chuckled, "I don't think we'll be needing those the next time, there won't be
any evidence to clean up!"

Suddenly, the music started to build and we quickly looked at the screen and saw the
credits scrolling.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed as we quickly dressed, our drooping cocks still leaking slightly.

We stood as the lights came up and he nudged me, nodding down our row.  A boy
was at the far end slumped down staring at us and I became very embarrassed till BJ
nudged me again giggling "I wonder if he enjoyed both shows? I bet he heard our joy"

We worked our way down to the aisle as the boy stood up and stretched.  He wasn't
much older than us but was quite tall and very thin.  When we reached the aisle BJ
gave him a big grin and a small wave and we scampered down the steps two at
a time giggling all the way.

We stood out front as BJ, still giggling said, "I hope he liked it as much as I did! Your
big dick is awesome, and really tasty. Guess we may not have to get popcorn any more,
we can bring our own snacks for each other. Better save up too, want them a good size,
K? Same time tomorrow then AJ?"

I nodded, smiling as the tall boy came out the door and he suddenly recognized
us. He quickly looked away, blushing slightly and we noticed his cutoffs were sporting
a nice swelling down one leg and his rib cage showed below his cutoff shirt.

He was kinda cute with short spiked black hair and BJ nudged me and when
the boy glanced back, BJ gave him another smile and wave and the boy returned  an
uncomfortable smile and quickly headed away.

"I'm sure he did saw us now, and enjoyed it" BJ said and blew me a kiss, poked
me in the ribs and we split

Skipping along, I was so happy, realizing I wouldn't need a fantasy for the nocturnal
emission that my nightly hand jive gives me because I'll just a rewind the memory of our
afternoon antics.

I skipped my pre-dinner mirror masturbation, and god forbid, my post-dinner desert
toss, wanting to save up a belt of slugs for that really long and body wracking spunk
spray by his hand now. Ah yasss... that feel...

Because I  bitch boinged up early, my mind already flying back and digging up those erotic memories, I put on my long tank top, my boner cover, realizing a mag would look
suspicious after 3- 4 hours of carting it around.

My mom did look at me because I was wandering around distracted and asked, "What's
wrong dear? Something up?"

OMG, I thought I was found out and was tenting out the shirt now, which should be out
6" if I was, but I dared not look down.

"Uh... er.. nothing mom... just thinking about... the movie!" whew, "and the good parts
with a lot of shooting" oops... boing, "then the calvary came" oh shit, "I better scoot
upstairs and get ready for dinner" like I usually did.

Lucky , lucky, that was close and I looked down as I bounded up the stairs,and thank god
there was just at a small pup tent and not a family one.

Now this was very difficult, because this was that time when I would normally have a decent
hors doevre, but I fought it, not touching myself, being driven by wanting  that full charge in
my batteries for tonight's ejaculation. Hee hee, BTW, I learned all these fancy terms in sex
ed, and like 'em 'cause they make me horny.

So after wandering aimlessly and checking the clock ever 5 or so minutes, it was finally
almost time, so I said goodnight to my mom and she replied, "KInda early son?"

"Ya I got some things to work out first" oops again.

She really caught me offgaurd when she asked, "Still got the show on your mind?

I grinned and nodded, wanting to add, 'ya and  it'll soon be in my hand'

So I finally got naked and lie down on the bed, not touchimg my erection, lol, doing a replay
now, not a fantasy and letting a flurry of images flash though my mind, then rewind back,
remembering the feel on his hard cock and smooth warm skin... the pink cherry atop it...
licking my lips and how they felt then... and maybe when... hopefully when...


Those sexy little imps, eh?"

Want them back for another matinee?

Dickydoo2@gmx.com


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