Cocksucking At The Movies

I had walked by the theater four or five times trying to get up my nerve to buy a ticket and go in. My dry mouth and nervousness was getting worst with every passing second. I had heard about this place from the older guys at school. According to them they played dirty movies and guys would watch them and jack off while they did. They also said that if your hand got tired that there was no shortage of guys to lend you a hand to finish off. None of them said how they knew about getting a helping hand, just that they did.

I wasn’t turned off by the idea of a guy playing with my cock like the guys at school said they were. I had often pretended my hand was someone else’s while I stoked myself. Just thinking about someone playing with my cock added to the intensity of my cumming. Not that it took a lot to add to that intensity since I was cumming 6 to 7 times a day.

The theater was on the other side of town and in a neighborhood that I was “sure” I wouldn’t run into anyone I knew. I especially didn’t want any of the guys from school to see me since it would tag me as a fag in a heart beat. Having just turned 18, life could be ruined in many ways and getting caught going into a place where guys lend you a hand was near the top on the list.

I was about to walk away when I saw a handsome older man come out of the theater and walk up to the ticket window. He talked to the ticket agent for a few moments then looked straight at me and smiled. He went back into the theater. His smile made me decide it was now or never. Fear of getting caught on one hand, and a hard on that needed my hand on the other.

I walked up to the guy in the ticket booth and put my two dollars in front of him. He smile at me with a wicked nasty smile and said. “The owner said it’s on him” and pushed my money back to me.

It took me a moment to understand what he said. I looked at his face and he was licking his lips in a circle pushing his tongue out as he did. It was wild but even though I never saw someone do that before I knew he meant sucking cock. He pressed the button with his finger and out jumped my ticket. I took it and walked into the darkness of the theater my heart pounding and my breath coming like I been in a race. Thinking about what he meant with his mouth was sending electrical waves from my stomach to my balls. My cock was like a rod in my pants.

The lobby was dark and smelled of disinfectant. There was a concession booth where the guy I now knew was the owner was standing. He was in his late 40’s maybe early 50’s nicely dressed and tanned. His hair was a salt and pepper gray and was thinning in front. I could see he was in good shape and from the clothes knew he wasn’t hurting for money.

“I am glad to see that you decided to join us” He said smiling at me again adding “Did my man Mark take good care of you?”

“Thanks for the ticket” I stammered back not sure what to say

“My pleasure, or at least I hope it will be” He looked at me for a second to see how I would react to him saying that.