Date: Tue, 8 Jan 2008 21:17:09 -0800 (PST)
From: Mark Wolf <pdxwolf@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Ticket Booth

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Disclaimer: The following story contains graphic
sexual language and actions between minor males. If
material of this nature offends you, PLEASE do not
read any further. Please note that you must be of
legal age, where you live, to read this story. This is
a work of fiction and any similarity between real
people or events is purely coincidental.

The Ticket Booth - 01

I love my job at the Retro-Cineplex.  It's the easiest
money I've ever made.  Up until now, I spent most of
my life helping my dad at various construction jobs.
He's a big general contractor in Shelbyville.  Since I
was eight, dad has made me haul materials, dig holes,
or any number of manual jobs.  "It builds good
character" he would always say.  I don't know about
character, but it did build a great body.  Thanks,
dad!"  At fifteen, I had more muscle than most guys
spending all their time in the gym.  I'd like to see
them hauling sixty-pound bags of whatever for hours on
end.  In addition to my physique, construction gave me
perfectly bronzed skin from shirtless summer days.
The site of me hauling lumber over my shoulders made
women drool.  Some men too!  Anyway, this summer dad
let me find my own job.  He said diversity in work is
just as important as diversity in school.  You need to
try different things to see which path is right for
you.  That's how I ended up here as a ticket seller at
the movie house.

Every weekend, including Fridays, I would sit in my
ticket booth outside the main building selling tickets
to moviegoers.  I'd start work around 6:00 and spend
the next four hours in a cramped little shelter
reminiscent of the old booths from the 30s and 40s.
Each night, I would take a water bottle, a few snacks
and climb into my post.  Before lifting the curtain
draping the small window in front, I set my provisions
off to the side, lock the door, unbutton my pants and
slide them off, sitting naked on the small stool.
Sounds a little odd I know but I neglected to mention
that my thirteen years old boyfriend Matt got in
first.  Huddled down under my change counter, Matt now
had complete access to my groin covered nicely by
counter, out of sight.

Matt is the cutest guy I know.  Until I met him, I
didn't really think about guys sexually, or girls for
that matter.  But my first look at his angelic face
set my cock on fire.  Seeing him move-in down the
street with a skateboard in one hand and his ipod in
the other confirmed instantly for me that I was gay.
His perfectly round bubblebutt kept his slightly too
large shorts from falling to his knees.  The crack of
his ass barely visible as I watched him walk up his
front steps.  Before entering the house, he turned to
look me in the eye winking his understanding of my
desire.  I creamed my pants with an instant orgasm
having to run back in the house to change.  Matt and I
have been best friends since that day and, whenever
possible, lovers.  Getting this job was one of the
best things that could have happened for us.

Matt's fingers were around my cock before I could even
lift the curtain.  A line of patrons stood in front
eager for tickets to the first showings.  I greeted
each of them with a broad smile thanks to Matt expert
stroking on my growing thick boyhood.  I guess I
needed to thank my dad for two things.  Not only did
our father and son time at the construction sites
provide me with a body to die for, but his personal
genetics gave me a huge thick nine inch uncut cock.  I
was the envy of the locker room and at only fifteen, I
was expecting a few more inches before my adolescence
was over.

Matt would have enjoyed my dick no matter what size.
Our friendship was solid to the core.  But the monster
I provided this natural born cocksucker would keep him
satisfied for the rest of his life.  He was amazing.
Matt could suck dick for hours and with my constant
horniness, he was in heaven all night long under my
counter.  His hand skillfully pulled my foreskin back
just to the edge of my cockhead increasing the
sensations his soft wet tongue provided.  With his
right hand firmly holding on to my dick, he began
tonguing the end, kissing the large purple head and
rolling his lips over the hard warm flesh.  I began
leaking massive amounts of precum.  The sweet clear
liquid dripping slowly from my piss slit to Matt's
waiting tongue.  He continues to tease my manhood
while a customer purchases a ticket for the 6:30 show.


After taking the money, I opened my counter drawer to
provide the patron with his change.  As he leaves, I
reach down to close the drawer.  Matt is still teasing
my dick with his tongue driving me crazy.  With pent
up desire, I reach my hand behind his head and pull
his startled mouth down onto my thankful pole.  Matt
doesn't struggle against my roughness.  He just opens
his mouth wide as I shove a good seven inches of my
hard dick right down his throat.  The guy doesn't miss
a beat, bobbing up and down my cock with soft sucking
sounds.  I release my grip from his head closing the
drawer.  A growing smile of contentment crosses my
face as the next customer requests a show.  They smile
at me pleased at my cheerful demeanor.  It's actually
kind of funny.  Everyday, customers make a point of
telling my manager how pleasant I treat them and how I
always have a cheerful smile.  No one would ever
suspect that a thirteen-year-old boy, who is currently
deep throating my huge long pole, is the one providing
them with such joyful service.

After several minutes of expert cock service, Matt
moves his soft moist lips from my boyhood to my
patiently waiting balls.  With the same skillful
expertise, Matt licks, sucks, and rolls my balls
gently with his small nimble fingers.  I am constantly
amazed at how good a cocksucker he is at only
thirteen.  I've never asked him when he first started
down the queer path, but I bet the boy was still in
kindergarten.

Over the next twenty minutes, Matt slowly sucks my
cock as I continue to service customers for the
upcoming shows.  I was quickly getting to the point of
shooting a good load of boy cream down his throat.
One of many such loads during this night.  My
boyfriend of just ten months can read me like a book
and quickly sensed my impending orgasm.  He picked up
his pace gliding his silky warm mouth up and down my
stiff hard member with more and more urgency.  As I
opened the drawer to make change for a patron, my cock
let loose a stream of hot cum into Matt's gulping
mouth.  With the drawer still open, I reached my hand
down pulling my friend's head hard into my lap.  I
wanted every inch of my throbbing nine inches down
Matt's wonderful throat.  I mercilessly held his head
as I continued to shoot boy cum into his sucking
mouth.  This climax was one of the best I've had.  I
ejaculated for a good two minutes trying to keep my
composer as a lady stood waiting for her change.  As
the last few shots left my steel hard rod, I pulled my
hand from Matt's head retrieving the change she
patiently waited for.  I smiled saying "Thank you,
enjoy the show."  She looked annoyed but simply left
to watch her movie.  Believe me, after the orgasm Matt
just gave me, I wouldn't care if she had to wait an
hour.

I reached down and closed the drawer revealing Matt's
emerald green eyes as they looked up at me.  His mouth
was still firmly planted over my softening member.  I
smiled at him saying, "You're the best."  Matt pulled
himself off my dick with a loud slurp.  Smiling back
at me he said, "I enjoy my work" giving a quick wink.
With his first servicing for the night complete, Matt
began to tell me everything about his day.  I winked
back not wanting to say anything as people might get
suspicious.  Besides, he can easily talk enough for
the both of us.  It's a good thing I can turn the
booth mike on and off at will.  But even with the mike
turned off, Matt keeps his voice down to a whisper.
He doesn't want this arrangement to end any more than
I do.

Matt jabbers on for a good half hour.  He tells me
about the interesting things that happen to him or at
least things interesting to him.  For myself, I would
be content to hear sucking sounds instead of his
somewhat annoying soprano voice.  Eventually though,
my renewed hardness gets the better of him as it
dances back and forth in front of his face.  In no
time, he returns to worshipping my rod and an all too
familiar smile returns to my face as I enjoy his
devotion.

With Matt's lips once again rapped around my hard nine
inches, my thoughts drift to images of his other
redeeming hole.  Along with that expert tongue of his,
the guy as an incredibly nice tight bubble butt that
can force a load from my dick in seconds.  His hot
fuck hole is my favorite way to get a nut.  Even with
his professional skillfulness as a cocksucker, Matt's
bottoming expertise was magical.  His ass could suck
and pull on my thick hardness without having me move a
muscle.  I would get so pissed off at him, when he
started using his skill before I had a chanced to
start fucking.  The whole time, he would be giggling
like a mischievous little girl as I exploded hot cum
from my stimulated rod before it was even halfway in.
But when he was on his best behavior or just wanting a
good long ride, Matt would get my dick on the edge and
keep it there for hours.  He knew instinctively how to
keep my cock rock hard during our fuck sessions and I
loved pounding his cute ass for as long as I could.
During our long fucks, we would talk about school or
his hunk of a dad, fuck!  I don't mind telling you,
the image of that man always added fuel to our fuck
sessions.  "If only there were a way of fucking his
cute tight butt here in my ticket booth," I thought to
myself.

As my mind pondered fucking Matt, his sucking
expertise quickly refocused my attention.  The cum
boiling in my balls would soon, once again, be
released into his thankful mouth.  Matt pulled his
cherry red lips from my cock jerking me with his small
boy hand.  He gently rolled my ample foreskin up over
the engorged head before pulling it back down the
massive shaft.  His warm wet tongue would lick and
flick at my sensitive head between each wondrous
stroke driving my crazy inside.  I let out a warning
moan to my buddy causing Matt to quickly engulf my
cock.  He sucked hard wanting desperately to feast on
my hot boy cream and I didn't disappoint him.  My low
hanging balls let loose a torrent of thick jism which
flooding his mouth before running down his throat.
Matt swallowed quickly not wanting to loose a single
drop of my teenage essence.  Each gulp sent an extra
wave of erotic pleasure through my fully embedded cock
forcing even more cum from my overworked balls.

My boyfriend sucked out every last drop of warm
saltiness catching a drip with his finger as he slid
his stretched mouth from my thick shaft.  I had barely
recovered my senses before he began talking away about
his latest video game.  I was only half listening to
him as my thoughts once again centered around his
greatest asset which he was just sitting on.  The time
was reaching 9:00.  Matt had been talking for close to
an hour between my interactions with customers.  I
couldn't steer my mind away from how much I wanted to
fuck that tight little ass of his.  It's not something
we get to do often.  Finding time for a quick blowjob
was one thing, but being alone for full on naked sex
was rare.  Matt climaxes almost instantly with a cock
buried up his ass and needless to say I preferred that
cock to be mine.  If I could figure out a way to fuck
him here in the booth, we could both get our nut any
night I worked.

Tonight I was so horny for Matt's butt that I decided
we should take a chance.  It was past 9:00, and the
last shows were starting in a few minutes.  Very few
people would be showing up now, making it the best
time for us to try.  I told Matt what I wanted to do.
His eyes lighted up as the thought of getting fucked
excited his five-inch dick to full hardness.  After
covering my cock with his ample spit, Matt undid his
pants and slid them off.  He slowly maneuvered himself
around in the cramped quarters until his perfect white
globes were pointing in my direction.  I looked
around, ensuring no one was around, before standing up
from my stool.  I leaned over the counter allowing
Matt to push his hot ass up to my hard thick pole.
Using his small hand, he pulled my cock towards his
tight little ass.  As my sensitive head touched his
soft pink pucker, a flood of precum poured from my
cock pooling at the entrance to his fuck hole.  I
plunged my dick downward as he pushed back forcing my
large glands past that amazing sphincter of his.  I
gasped out as my cock was enveloped with the warm soft
flesh of my fuck buddy's ass.  Matt moaned loudly as
he pushed inch after inch of my thick hard boyhood
into his gripping butt.  Eventually, I felt his smooth
round cheeks on my muscular thighs letting me know all
nine inches of thick meat was sunk deep into his fuck
tube.

Matt was a little cramped for space, but his
excitement made his discomfort bearable.  I grinded my
hips into his firm round backside allowing his ass
time to adjust to the size of my invading member.
After a minute or so, I began to slowly move myself in
and out of my tight assed friend with long sensual
strokes.  For a long while, I'd pull my nine-inch
monster out to where just the rim of the head pulled
snuggly against his clenching sphincter.  Then, I
rammed back in as deep as I could filling his small
body the way he liked.  I was plugging Matt for close
to 40 minutes trying to keep my movements from looking
too obvious.  A few latecomers wanted tickets forcing
me to sit back down smashing Matt's head into the side
of the booth.  They looked at me funny as I squirmed
in my seat still trying to fuck Matt while conducting
their business.  Matt's cramped position required him
to use both hands to steady himself, so he couldn't
jerk his five inch hardness like he wanted.  As soon
as the last customer was gone, I returned to my feet
ramming Matt's butt hard and deep.  My long forceful
massage of his prostate kept him in ecstasy.  My deep
hard fucking allowed him to cum in a screaming orgasm
all over the booth floor without ever touching
himself.  I continued my slow fuck during his climax
until his peak was finally over and his breathing
returned to normal.  Now, it was my turn to get a nut
and I began fucking Matt hard and fast to get it.

Anyone walking nearby the ticket booth wouldn't have
to think very hard about what was going on inside.
Matt was moaning loudly and the thumping we were
making could easily be heard from outside.
Fortunately, I didn't have to worry about being
discovered for to long.  In a few short minutes, I
made my last deep thrust into Matt's clenching ass.
My cock exploded deep into his gut, shooting buckets
of hot boy cum so hard, I expected him to taste it.
The intensity of my climax surprised me as I had
already blown two nice big loads down Matt's gullet
and this was now my third.  Thank you god for my
fifteen-year-old libido.  I finally felt the last few
drops of my boy juice leave my stuffed thick meat and
I slowly, reluctantly, pulled myself from my friend's
incredible ass.  My cock made a slurpy plopping sound
like uncorking a bottle of champagne.  Somewhat
appropriate I thought considering the event that just
happened.

Matt helped clean up the mess I had made swinging
around and licking my cock and balls until they were
sparkling clean.  I had to resist my growing boner as
I was pulling up my pants.  I helped Matt to do the
same getting him ready to sneak out of the booth.  It
was now 10pm and I needed to close the ticket booth
and finish up inside.  Matt excited the booth at the
ground before standing in front nonchalantly like he
just got there.  A ruse anyone could see through if
anyone really cared too.  I locked up the box, letting
Matt follow me into the theater.  He waited patiently
until 10:30 when my shift came to an end, so we could
walk home together.

When we reached my house, he followed me into the
garage looking like a sad puppy as the night ended.  I
leaned against my dad's pickup pulling my zipper down
with a smile.  Matt snaked out my monster cock
swallowing it whole like a fish with a worm.  My dick
grew quickly always eager to enjoy the expert
attentions of my devoted cocksucking buddy.  He slowly
enjoyed himself on my hard thick bone but the time was
getting late and I knew my mom would be hunting me
down soon.  To speed things up, I grabbed Matt's head
with both hands holding him in a vise like grip.  With
my thick nine inches lodged deep down his throat, I
fucked his sweet face hard and fast.  His hands clung
to my muscular ass feeling them flex as I thrust my
boyhood forcefully into his mouth.  In a few short
minutes, the final load of the night left my balls to
trickle down Matt's well-used throat.  Even at
fifteen, my balls couldn't seem to keep up the
production of boy cum for Matt's insatiable appetite.
My orgasm was quick and pretty dry.

With my goodnight climax over, I pulled his head from
my crotch lifting his face to mine.  I kissed his cum
covered lips tasting myself as our tongues entwined in
teenage passion.  We broke our embrace just as the
garage lights flashed on.  "Is that you, John?" my
mother called out seeing our forms behind the pickup
cab.  "Yeah, mom.  Matt stopped by after work and we
were just saying good-bye."  She yelled back "Well you
boys need to rap things up and get into the house."
Matt took hold of my softening penis stuffing it back
into my open fly.  "Don't worry Mrs. Herbold.  We just
rapped things up and he's spent for the night," said
Matt giggling in his annoyingly high voice while
pulling the zipper to my pants.  "Goodnight Big John"
he said aloud patting my crotch lightly with his hand.
 "See you tomorrow night," I said grabbing Matt's
incredible ass with both hands squeezing those
magnificent globes one last time.  Matt waved at my
mom sneaking a quick kiss before going out the door.
I walked over to the house where my mother still
stood.  "I still don't know why your friends with that
strange boy?  He's not even your own age," she said as
I passed her.  "He's like my little brother.  He looks
up to me," I answered back whispering to myself "From
his knees."

End -01