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Subject: {ASSM} The Boy in the Movie Booth (Mm/Oral)
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Date: Sat, 14 Jan 2006 05:10:01 -0500
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The following is a work of fiction (maybe). It is not intended to be
read by minors. It includes homosexual desire and oral activity. If you
are offended by this kind of fantasy, please search for something else
to read.

Sam stood in a dimly lit corner of the porn movie house. He held two
wrinkled notes in his trembling fingers; one from his landlord telling
him his job was being phased-out because the company wanted to "move
in a new direction,"; the other was from his wife of 14 years telling
him that she had had enough - their marriage had become empty and she
planned to take the kids and move to California where her parents
lived.

Sam ran his hand over the uneven skin of his aging face. He saw his
reflection in the clear plastic that covered the display case for the
videos that were playing in the booths. In the dim light the lines on
his face and thinning of his salt-and-pepper hair were more visible
than usual. The light and shadow of the movie house seemed to accent
his age. He rubbed the unshaved peppery stubble on his chin.

He thought that maybe if he had a stiff drink he could forget all about
his problems for awhile. The automatic air freshener of the movie house
hissed its sweet spray on Sam's head making him grimace. He stuffed
the letters back in his pocket and headed toward the exit.

Just then a young African American male, who looked around 16 years
old, entered the movie house. He strutted down the dark isles with
confidence, bopping his head to the music on his I-pod. The volume was
turned up so loud Sam could make out the dim tune as it blasted into
the miniature speakers in the boy's ears.

Sam and the young black male briefly exchanged glances. The boy's
eyes were hazel and set against the glow of his golden brown face. A
knowing smirk crossed the teenager's face, then he averted his gaze
under the cover his long thick eyelashes. His rose colored lips
continued to sync the rap lyrics of the music that was pumping into his
ears. A slight hit of peach fuzz, trying to become a mustache, cast a
faint soft shadow above the boy's upper lip.

Sam watched the boy as he turned down one of the dark corridors in the
maze of the movie house. The kid was wearing a white "wife beater"
undershirt. His lean muscular arms seemed to glow as he pressed the
plugs deeper into his ears, making the music louder. His white baseball
cap, turned sideways, swayed to the rhythm as it rested on top of a
white bandana. The small ends of light brown braids peeked out from
underneath the bandana.

Without giving Sam a second glance the boy disappeared inside of an
empty video booth. Sam heard a stream of quarters dropping into coin
box and a glow from the video screen reflected off of the shiny wooden
walls at the entrance to the booth. By state law none of the video
booths were allowed to have doors. The politicians had convinced
themselves, or at least the voters, that this would prevent the movie
houses from becoming sites for casual sex. The effect, of course, was
the reverse.

Sam could no longer see the boy from where he was standing. He did not
want to creep up on the boy for fear he would be shooed away. Instead,
Sam contented himself with watching the reflection from the video
screen on doorway. Then he noticed something, it seemed like the shadow
of the boy suggested some kind of motion going on inside the booth.

Sam moved closer to the doorway and saw the steady rhythmic motion of
the boy's shadow as the boy stood in front of the TV screen. The
motions were those of a steady beat - a stroking motion. Sam listened
heard the sound of skin being vigorously stroked and the rustling of
clothing. He could no longer contain his curiosity. He peeked around
the corner and saw the youth stroking his hard brown skinned cock while
watching the screen and bopping his head to the music.

Sam felt his own dick grow hard inside his pants as he watched the
youth stroking himself, apparently oblivious to his surroundings.
Suddenly the boy turned his head and his gaze met Sam's. Sam gulped
as the boy's hazel colored eyes pierced his soul. Sam stepped back,
giving the boy space - fearful that the boy would be angry and try to
punch him out or quickly zip himself up and leave.

But the boy just stood there, stroking more slowly now, but eyes firmly
fixed on Sam's gaze. There almost seemed to be an implicit challenge
in the boy's eyes as he continued to sync the words to the hip hop
tune on his I-pod. Sam felt awkward, embarrassed, intimated - he
struggled with himself not to turn away. The boy smirked. He didn't
seem angry; he seemed in control. Sam started feeling emboldened and
eased his way into the booth beside the teenager.

The musky smell of the teenager's youthful strength and sexual
vitality filled the booth. Before Sam could say anything the boy undid
his pants further, exposing a thick black bush of youthful pubic hair
underneath his boxer shorts, "Let's see wha' you can do wit'
dis," the boy whispered in voice that had the rhythmic beat of a jazz
drum. He revealed the full length of his teenage cock and large
low-hanging testicles swinging between his legs.

The forty-eight year old man sunk to his knees in front of the young
black teenager and surrendered himself to the boy's masculine
vitality. Sam admitted to himself that his own world was crumbling
around his ears, but the youth standing in front of him seemed
confident and unafraid of anything.

Sam licked the boy's hairy black balls in admiration. The boy held
his sac up and Sam licked underneath the boy's testicles. Before he
knew it, he had a mouth full of the youth's testicular hair and warm
soft sacs filling his mouth. He sucked on the boy's nuts, making the
teen moan.

The boy sank down onto the padded bench in the booth and Sam crawled
between the youth's legs. He rested his hands on the boy's golden
brown thighs and felt soft whiffs of teenage hair hinting at emerging
manhood. Sam buried his head between the boy's brown thighs and
sucked on his throbbing penis.

The boy's dick was harder than Sam ever remembered his own dick being
when he was the boy's age. It filled Sam's mouth with hot tender
flesh, but remained a firm youthful pillar of power thrusting down his
throat. Sam tasted the boy's precum leaking on his tongue.

In the daytime, a man like Sam could convince himself that he has the
power in the city while other people work for him. He could convince
himself that money was power and that this was all that matters. But
now he was faced with the reality that boys like the one in front of
him had the power of vitality and life.

The boy grabbed Sam by the back of his head and thrust his hips in his
mouth almost making him gag. Sam eagerly tried to swallow the length of
the boy's cock and allowed the youth to use his mouth like a wet
pussy, ready to absorb all of a young man's cum juices. Sam resolved
to be a willing instrument for release of the teenager's sexual
tensions. He would allow the boy to release himself in his mouth,
because that was all Sam was good for.

Every day he had seen groups of boys like this one - boys the age of
his own children - riding up and down the wide city streets on
skateboards or bicycles. They played dare and chicken with onrushing
traffic. Now Sam was down on his knees servicing one of these boys;
acknowledging the youth for his urban toughness and giving him the
respect Sam knew the boy deserved. His mouth became a willing outlet
for the boy's teenaged lust.

The boy eagerly gyrated his hips against Sam's face. Sam felt the
boy's full hairy sacs rub against his lower lip. The boy's thick
cock started twitching in his mouth - Sam knew the youth was about to
release his cum. He knew the youth would shoot his juices and maybe
this would give him the strength and self-confidence he needed to get
through another day. Maybe this cocky black youth, full of urban
vitality, would become a part of Sam by pumping him full of youthful
testosterone.

The boy took quick breaths and let out a series of deep short grunts
and moans in spite of himself. The boy lost control and slipped into
orgasm. He fired thick hot loads of fresh teenage cum into Sam's
mouth. Sam swallowed it down. The boy shot even more loads. Sam's
mouth was full of the smell and taste of young hot urban manhood.

Finally, the boy's body went limp. The sweat from the boy's shapely
abs dripped onto Sam's face. Sam licked the teenager's cock clean,
not wanting his session with the boy to end. He breathed deeply and
savored the smell of the boy's pubic hair. When the boy came to his
senses he tapped Sam on the head and extracted his dick from the
desperate man's mouth.

A look of longing washed over Sam's face as the youth's cock
disappeared inside of his boxer shorts and he zipped himself up. The
boy looked down at Sam. His eyes were now tender and sympathetic rather
than manipulative and challenging. "Thanks man," he said in a
half-whisper. The teenager stood up and slipped into the darkness
outside of the booth.

Sam watched the boy's back fade into the shadows. For a moment, at
least, he and the boy had shared the bonding of brotherhood. For a
moment, each knew what the other needed - and gave it to him. For a
moment, Sam could believe that - just like the boy - all of his
problems would somehow vanish into the night.

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reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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