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From: Hugh Banton <clover2209@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Movie Magic
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Date: Sun, 16 Oct 2016 17:10:02 -0400
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Hello moderators. Here is my latest story, titled "Movie Magic." Thank you!
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This is a work of fiction.  All persons are intended to be age 18 and
above.

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   MOVIE MAGIC

   By anonymous.a

   Living in a military town you'll see loads of servicemen wandering
around with nothing to do.  They're new to the place.  They don't know
anybody.

   Most importantly, they're lonely.

   Not to make it sound as if I'm exploiting that loneliness, but I do
sometimes find myself benefitting from their quiet desperation for
companionship.  If it matters I've been on the flip side of that coin. 
Work sometimes sends me out of town for extended periods, and unless I hook
up with somebody in a local chatroom, my nights are spent eating meals by
myself at nearby restaurants, watching the occasional movie and hanging out
in my hotel, maybe for a drink at the bar or a jerkoff session in my room.

   Heck, sometimes life works out that way even when I'm not traveling. 
That was my predicament one recent Saturday afternoon when I looked around
my house and discovered there was nothing, either inside or out, that
needed immediate attention.  All the yard work had been done (at least
temporarily), I had no pressing laundry needs, the dishes were washed, the
bills paid ...  what the hell was I going to do?

   I thought about going next door to Kevin's place and seeing if he
needed, er, more "help" with one of his home improvement projects.  The
last time I "helped" him I ended up slurping that giant cock of his down my
throat ("Air Force Weenie").

   Then there was Scott on the other side of me, whose ass I had probed
with my tongue while he teetered on a ladder replacing a floodlight bulb
("An Officer and a Gentleman").  Bob across the street ("Fucked by the
Non-Com") had moved, and I didn't get screwed by him before he left, which
was a damn shame.  When I saw the U-Haul parked in his driveway my asshole
twitched with regret.  Even drunk he could fuck like a champ.

   So here I was on a Saturday afternoon with absolutely nothing to do. 
What the hell?  I grabbed my wallet and keys, intent on getting in the car
and driving around until something presented itself, sex-wise or not.

   But then I spied a movie gift card lying next to my wallet.

   Sheesh, I hadn't been to a theater here in town in ages.  Seems like the
only time I went to the movies was when I was traveling and desperate for
something to kill time.  It wasn't often those circumstances presented
themselves here at home.

   Except they had.  I seemed desperate to kill time now, and the sequel to
"Independence Day" was still in theaters.  Why not?  I told myself.  Let's
go watch aliens wreak havoc.

   The theater was dark, cool, and surprisingly empty of theatergoers.  At
first I thought I'd gone through the wrong door, but I checked my ticket
and yes, this was "Independence Day," the 2:45 showing.  Then I got out my
phone and consulted the Internet Movie Database for their reviews.  That
explained it.  The movie was a stinker, according to the critics, both
profession and non.  Despite that I decided to stay; sometimes a cheesy
science fiction movie can be more fun than a movie with "layers."

   The theater offered stadium seating, and I was in the uppermost row so I
was able to survey everybody who entered.  For instance, an elderly man and
woman sat way down toward the front, presumably because they could see
better from there.  A scattering of younger folks - couples or groups of
guys - filled some of the rows in between.  Some rows were completely
empty.

   The screen was showing that pre-trailer crap - previews for TV shows,
ads for body wash and fast cars, and admonitions that you not do what I had
just done - use my cell phone - after the movie started.  As I watched it
roll across the screen I almost missed the guy climbing the stairs, heading
in my direction.  But once my eyes settled on his lanky frame, I began
tallying all the important details.

   Height?  About 6-foot 2.  Weight?  Maybe 170.  Hair?  Hard to tell;
maybe blonde.  It was cut so short it could have been any color.  Race? 
Definitely pasty white.  From the look of him I calculated Midwest, maybe
Ohio strip shopping center Barnes & Noble clerk.  Clothes?  A polo-style
shirt and khaki cargo shorts that were a little too short for his frame,
falling just above his knobby knees.  He ensemble was topped off by a pair
of calf-high sports socks and cheap Walmart knock-offs of Vans.

   It all added up to Air Force airman.

   He climbed all the way to the top and entered my row of seats, plopping
down about three chairs to my left.  He took out his phone and did
something to it - I assume turned off the ringer - then shoved it back into
his shorts pocket.  Then he appeared to relax.  He surveyed the theater and
his fellow moviegoers, then unexpectedly turned my way, catching me staring
before I could pretend I wasn't.  Damn.  I hate it when that happens.

   "Nice and cool in here, isn't it?" He said in a voice that was slightly
louder than a whisper.

   "Thank God," I answered.  "I thought I was gonna melt outside.  Hottest
summer in years."

   "You're not from around here, are you?" he said, more a statement than a
question.

   "Oh but I am," I said back.  "It's just that now that I'm an old fart
the heat affects me more."

   "You don't look very old.  How old are you?"

   A man after my own heart.  "Thirty-nine," I said.  "Going on 70."

   He chuckled.  "I'm from Michigan.  It gets hot like this in the summer.
Luckily we're next to a lake so we get a nice breeze."

   An older woman and her teenage whatever - daughter, granddaughter,
illegal lesbian lover - turned around and scowled at us, the old woman
hissing a reproachful "Shhh!" I offered a wry smile to Mr.  Michigan and
pulled down the seat next to me, patting it with hand.  He wasted no time
scrambling from his chair and joining me.  He stuck a big sweaty hand into
mine and whispered, "Gauge." I told him my name and we did the
nice-to-meet-you thing and then he filled me in.

   Yes, he was Air Force.  This was his first assignment, a C-130 mechanic
at the local base.  He grew up in a small town called Lexington on the
shore of Lake Huron.  He was 20 years old and one day hoped to become an
astronomer, a rather odd vocation for a guy who replaced special purpose
pods and pylons on cargo planes.  It was the money, he explained.  The
military wouldn't put him through school to become an astronomer but if he
lived in the barracks and didn't buy a fancy car, he could save the money
to go to college on the G.I.  Bill once he was out.  I had to admire his
determination.  I mean, I don't know what the job market for astronomers is
like, but I do know the academic requirements are pretty steep, especially
the math and physics.  But if that's what his dream was then more power to
him.

   The trailers began and we lowered our voices but continued to talk,
risking another disapproving scowl from the woman two rows below us.  He
evaluated each trailer with a sliding scale that ranged from "definitely"
for "definitely gotta see that one" to "no effing way." As his ratings
became more colorful and goofy, I couldn't help but laugh.  Gauge was a
funny guy.

   Finally, "Independence Day" began.  My excitement waned as the first
half hour played out on the screen, and I began to understand why so many
people had given it negative reviews.  Bottom line?  It was boring.  And
Gauge was confirming that thumbs down review.  His head was nodding.  Was
he falling asleep?

   At that moment he shifted in his seat and laid his head on my shoulder.
I didn't say anything or move, because I didn't want to disturb him.  He
might have awakened and realized he was getting cozy with another guy. 
Some of these military guys are thin-skinned about that.  They didn't want
anybody thinking they were anything less than all-man.  Frankly I was
enjoying the feel of this all-man resting his head on my shoulder.

   Gauge shifted again and slid his arm behind my back.  We had not lowered
the armrest, so it was a simple matter for me to lean forward slightly and
let him reach around my back.  When he was settled he began rubbing my
side, a tender gesture you don't see unless it's a guy and a girl - and
usually it's the girl doing the rubbing.

   We sat that way for a few minutes, me lapping up the feel of this young
man and his gentle ministrations, an unexpected treat that far surpassed
anything happening on the screen.  It felt so good and comfortable, more
like the kind of attention you give your partner after a session of
lovemaking.  I wanted to just wallow in this and enjoy it.  If we'd been at
my place I might have wrapped my arms around him and gone to sleep.

   At last, I decided to reciprocate.  I allowed my left hand to settle on
the inside of his thigh.  His shorts had drawn up so my hand was halfway on
shorts fabric, halfway on bare flesh.  His warmth, his easy breathing and
the motions his hand made were giving me a ferocious erection.  I could
feel my dick pressing against my own cargos, pulling painfully at the pubes
as it struggled to find a place within the confines of my crotch to grow to
its full length.

   I desperately wanted to slide my hand up the leg of his shorts but there
was really no way to do that.  But then it didn't matter because Gauge
slowly eased his arm from behind my back, placed his hand over my hand and
with great care, eased it up his thigh until my hand rested on his
erection. I could feel it easily beneath the stiff fabric of his shorts, a
massive rod as hard as concrete.  I squeezed it and he let out a satisfied
sigh.  I lightly jacked it but there wasn't enough give in his shorts to
let me truly masturbate him.

   I felt his left hand fumbling at his zipper.  He waited until a loud
scene appeared on the screen and unzipped all the way, raising his head
from my shoulder and adjusting his shorts so he could pull that monster
from his fly.

   It was a massive missile.  Conservatively I'd guess it was in the 8-inch
range, pale against the dark of his lap and the flickering twilight of the
theater.  The cap was no bigger than the shaft so it had the look of a
slick torpedo.  I wrapped my fingers around the shaft and reveled in its
sticky warmth.  Gauge sank into his seat and let his arms fall to his side.
Seems like I was invited to do whatever I wanted.

   I jacked it for several minutes.  Since ours was the last row and nobody
was sitting with us, we were not at risk of being discovered.  Gauge spread
his legs wide so that his right leg was rubbing against mine, bristly hairs
and all, and slouched in his seat even deeper as my hand glided up and down
the shaft of that monster penis.  I noticed his breath was quickening and I
wanted to lean down and take it into my mouth, but if I had done that
somebody would have noticed.  The seat backs of the row ahead of us weren't
high enough to conceal a bobbing head.

   So I contented myself with jacking his cock as cities fell to ruin and
airplanes blew up on the screen before us.  The warmth of his dick
continued to climb until it felt like I was holding a freshly boiled
bratwurst in my hand.  Gauge's breathing became more rapid and I knew our
fun time was about to reach its climax.

   Seconds later, his hand clamped onto the outside of my hand, and I felt
his cock pulsing in my grip as a geyser of hot Michigan airman cum shot
skyward.  It caught the light from the screen and seemed to glow from
within, a luminous cascade of pearls falling floorward.  Two more healthy
eruptions of military boy batter coated his and my hands, and aftershocks
of orgasm dribbled down the shaft and into my sliding grip, allowing me to
momentarily speed up my jacking.  He folded up on himself as if he were
ticklish so I released his cock.  As he took his hand and shook the cum off
it, I raised mine to my mouth and began licking it off.

   "That was fucking intense," he whispered to me as his dick deflated to
hang between his Walmart cargos.  The old woman ahead of us turned and
frowned, then returned her gaze to the screen.

   He got that big python back inside his shorts while I cleaned the
remnants of his spooge from between my fingers.  It was the best movie
snack I'd tasted in my life, an earthy, savory and exotic flavor suggestive
of spices both familiar and forbidden.

   The movie picked up and held our attention until the predictable ending
and closing credits.  We walked out together and before we went our
separate ways, I made sure I got his mobile number, because this C-130
mechanic from Michigan was never going to be lonely in these parts again.

   Not if I had anything to do with it.

   --

   Check out Part 1 of my erotic novel "One Day in the Life of Josh" at
Amazon.  It's only 99 cents, but I guarantee you'll get more than a
dollar's worth of hot action.  Follow this link:
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?ie=UTF8&qid=1450023605&sr=8-1&keywords=one+day+in+the+life+of+josh

   Part 2 of "One Day in the Life of Josh" is also available at
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you'll get more than your money's worth of hot action.

   "One Day in the Life of Josh, the Complete Novel" is available at this
link:

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r_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1473085376&sr=8-3&keywords=one+day+in+the+life+of+josh#na
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I've collected all my daddy-son stories into a single volume, "Daddy's
Boys," on Kindle.  Take a look at it here:

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01CC7PZO4

   A companion book, containing most of the stories from "Daddy's Boys," is
titled "Analogy" and is also available on Kindle at
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01D6IRQH2

   My military-themed stories are collected into a Kindle collection,
"Servicing the Serviceman," including the long-awaited sequel to the
titular story.  Find it here:
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s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1468932052&sr=1-1&keywords=servicing+the+service
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   The best of "Daddy's Boys," "Servicing the Serviceman" and "Analogy" are
collected into "Eros, Philia, Agape." Find it here:
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1G0B7G/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1475425687&sr=8-2&keywords=eros+philia+agape

   Remember, you don't need a Kindle device to read a Kindle story. 
Download the free app for your phone, tablet or PC.

   Let's hook up on twitter.  I'm at @anonymous_sexie .  Shhhh!  Don't tell
anyone.

   I'm on tumblr at theanonymousa.tumblr.com .

   Email comments to clover2209@yahoo.com

   The author wishes to make it known he does not want to receive
communication in any form regarding issues of underage individuals. 
Anybody sending that kind of material, either by email, twitter or tumblr,
will be blocked and reported.  

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