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Archive name: movies.txt (Mm, reluc)
Authors name: Arthur Author (arfurtheauthor@yahoo.com)
Story title : A Night at the Movies

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A Night at the Movies (Mm, reluc)
by Arthur Author (arfurtheauthor@yahoo.com)


This is something I've promised myself for God knows
how long now. I'm 19 and I've never had sex, or had a
serious girlfriend. I've never even seen a naked girl
except in the magazines I've purchased but had to
furtively throw in the bin before I reached home in
case my rather austere mother finds them during one of
her many routine searches of my bedroom.

My problem is that I feel so awkward and difficult
talking to girls, my mind goes completely blank and
sometimes worse, I mix my words and leave them
sniggering at me as I scurry away, wanting to blend in
with the background or simply disappear altogether.
I've learned to face and come to terms with the fact
that the only way I will ever get to see a naked girl
is in this porn cinema. I just hope against hope that
no one recognises me going in and it gets back to my
mother. I couldn't face her, I don't know what I'd say
but still, I need to see what a naked girl looks like,
in the flesh. 

Stumbling down the stairs of the box office in my
haste to disappear off the street into the anonymity
of the cinema, pushing my crisp note under the counter
glass, a small yellow ticket ejects from the machine,
along with my change, which I promptly drop on the
floor. Oh no should I leave it and scurry in? but that
would look sus, so crouching down I quickly fumble
around to recover my lost change before pushing
through the double swing doors and lunging towards the
next set marked ENTRANCE'. 

"Just one minute!" Looking round, the ticket collector
who I had nearly flattened with the swinging doors
without noticing him, holds out his hand and then
snatches my ticket, tears it in half, returning one
half to me. Rather embarrassed but a little more
collected, I apologise profusely and resume my journey
through the entrance door towards my objective of
seeing naked female flesh for the very first time.

Once in the cinema itself, my eyes are blinded by the
darkness, hopefully in a few seconds they will
re-adjust. Now I can hear strange female grunting.
Turning round to my left I see the video screen and
for the first time a beautiful, blonde haired girl
sucking on the buxom tits of an ecstatic girl with
long dark hair on a large double bed. Both girls are
like magazine pull-outs, I've never seen such
beautiful girls before and here they are, totally
naked, having sex with each other. The blonde girl's
tits are smaller but just as delectable, her pussy is
not as hairy as the dark girls. I'm not sure which of
the two I like best. If only I could do that with
either of them!

Making my way towards the back of the cinema, fumbling
along the wall. I covet a seat at the back, plenty of
room from the nearest patron and furthest away from
the light emitting screen, reducing the chance of
being recognised by any of the other audience. Having
found the back row, which fortunately is empty, I edge
my way along the seats to the corner seat, next to the
wall. By this time the two girls are now joined in
their frolics by a large well-built man with long hair
tied in a pony tail. He's clearly delighting at having
two of the most gorgeous girls I have ever seen,
industriously working on his huge cock with their lips
and fingers. It's a sight that leaves me agape, until
men taking their seats in the row in front of me
temporarily interrupt it. I was so transfixed, I
hardly notice the rather portly man shufty along the
back row to take his place right next to my seat.
Having so many empty seats to choose from, why is it
he has to crowd me in and sit next to me?

Returning my attentions to the film, watching the man
position the blonde girl ready for entering her. I
hardly notice the fumbling going on next to me until
glancing down, in the dim light I can just make out
that the man has his shirt buttons and flies undone
and he is fumbling to extract his cock from within his
trousers. What on Earth is he doing? That becomes all
too apparent upon its release, he immediately
commences stroking it vigorously. I'm incredulous, I
look at his face which is motionless, like he was sat
in his own bed-sit behind a locked door, rather than
in the back seats of what was after all, a public
cinema.

I just had to change seats urgently but how could I
ask the man to move? How could I get past him without
unwittingly touching `it!'? I couldn't climb over the
rows in front, they were full by now, I was trapped. I
was faced with no choice but to hope that he would
manage to finish what he was doing rapidly and
hopefully return it to its rightful place.

My observations returned to matters on-screen and the
pounding the blonde girl was receiving from the huge
thick cock that was plunging down into her hole like a
Victorian piston engine. Though I can't see her face,
which is buried deep between the legs of the dark
girl, surely she must be suffering some pain from the
drumming her pussy is taking from this mans cock;
though from the intense grunts both girls are making,
she seemed to be actually taking pleasure from her
ordeal. Nevertheless this whole scene is quite the
most erotic display I have ever seen and my cock was
continuing to bulge and strain uncomfortably from
within my trousers.

On feeling my neighbour's hand on my right knee, my
enrapture with the scene on screen was instantly
dispelled and turned to alarm. I shoot a quick glance
at him but he is looking ahead at the screen
expressionless, though he continues to stroke his dick
assiduously. But his touch with his other hand is
obviously deliberate because he's rubbing my leg in
upward strokes which means he wants to play with my
cock as well as his own. That must be why he chose to
sit next to me when there were all those empty seats
around. In some ways I don't know if I'm flattered by
this man's attentions, he obviously finds me sexually
attractive, which to my best knowledge no-one has yet
to date, but he is overweight, scruffy, with white
thinning hair and about aged between my father and
late grandfather. Seconds later he's rubbing my
cock-mound through my trousers, which due to the film
scene I was watching is extremely sensitive, having
the effect of making my mouth gape and eyes bulge. As
his other hand reaches over to start undoing my
trousers, I feel almost powerless to intervene. The
feel of his chubby fingers rummaging through my
trousers, trying to extract my dick from my underpants
is every bit as erotic as the film. Trying to mimic my
friend's motionless expression, concentrating my gaze
at the film is becoming increasingly difficult as he's
trying to tug my trousers downwards, even though I'm
sat on them! 

I suppose I ought to either object or co-operate and
given the condition of my throbbing dick, there is
really no choice. Upon lifting my ass tentatively off
the seat, my friend leans across my lap and my
trousers and underpants both drop down to my knees.
Instead of then sitting up to play with my cock as I
expected, his head is in my lap moving slightly and oh
no! He's put my dick in his mouth and now he's sucking
on it.

Responding to my gasps, three men in the seats in
front look around and smile knowingly. I cannot
believe this, ten minutes ago I was disgusted at my
friend's audacity and here I am with my trousers
around my ankles having my dick sucked while others
look on. The feelings my dick and my whole nether
region is experiencing as my friend's head bobs up and
down, sucking and slurping are breathtaking. No longer
can I maintain my pole-faced expression, the smile on
our spectators' faces widens to a grin.

Just as I feel my balls twitch and strain preceding
ejaculation, his sucking pauses and my cum is
arrested. My friend looks up and smiles at me, all I
can do is return the smile tensely. My hand is taken
to his cock and put to work on wanking up and down the
shaft. It feels really warm and sweaty, it's as short,
chubby and fleshly as its owner. I feel a bit uneasy
at him putting his arm around me and giving me a hug.
This is not love, I'm not gay, this is just a wank but
not wanting to offend my friend I disregard his cuddle
and continue to work on his short fat cock.

His hand moves from my shoulder up to my head and his
fingers run through my short hair then I can feel the
palm of his hand position itself at the back of my
head. Pressure begins to push my head towards his
awaiting cock, shaking my head I protest, "No! I don't
want to." But the pressure continues.

Looking distressed towards my spectators for
intervention, they just smile and still my head is
pushed inexorably towards the awaiting cock. I manage
to briefly turn my head towards my friend to ask, "Do
I have to?" Just two nods is the reply I receive and
so I have no option but to submit. 

Bracing myself for the smelly, sweaty taste preceded
by a pungent stench of sweat from his crotch, I open
my mouth to allow his thick fleshy cock to dock
inside. The taste is as musty as any strong cheese,
the tip is slimy from the excretions emitted during
the wank and still my mouth is pushed further onto it
and deep into my throat as I gag for breath. The
pressure at the back of my head keeps subsiding and
returning as my mouth is pushed up and down his stumpy
pole. I keep gagging and retching, wanting to throw up
each time my head is pushed down and his hard cock is
thrust down my throat. It subsides momentarily as I
hear him press down to my ears and hiss, "Suck harder!"

Maybe if I do, he won't push my head down so far
onto his cock so I endeavour to suck as hard as
possible, ignoring the pain at the back of my
throat caused by over-stretching to accommodate this
hot fleshy organ. Wanking the stem whilst sucking the
head seems to have the desired effect of releasing the
back of my head, so gratefully I suck and try to mimic
my friend's head bobbing up and down the shaft of his
fleshy tool. "Harder! It's cuming." I hear, "Don't you
dare spill a drop!" Knowing what is coming, a sense of
dread fills me. His cock twitches warning me of
imminent ejaculation, so I futilely try to jerk my
head up to release my mouth from his cock to find his
hand push me harder onto it.

A large blob of warm slimy fluid gushes into my mouth.
Its sickening taste of natural yoghurt makes me retch
once again, more so as this stuff continues to ooze
and seep into my mouth. "Now swallow it!" My head is
released so that I can sit up and try to ingest this
loathsome slime. The tears streaming down my face and
inconsolable sobbing worsens my retching until the
thick fluid turns watery enough to swallow. 

Thereupon the man in the middle seat in front of me,
turns back round, stands and pulls his trousers up and
hastily scurries back along the row as soon as the man
next to him stands to allow his exit. I notice that
the man standing, also had his trousers down. Our
audience must have been masturbating as they watched
me suck. Still the two men on either side of the empty
seat look intently at us.

By now the previous actors in the film were replaced
by others equally erotic and relishing in sexual
abundance but right now I am impervious to their
fascination. Once again, I shudder as I feel an arm
around my shoulder and my friend lean over and
whisper, "You were lovely!" Whilst my tears have
ceased I still cannot stop whimpering and sobbing.
"Cheer up." Reaching across my lap, he feels my now
flaccid dick. The combination of the fondling of his
warm sweaty hand and the sight of a woman being fucked
doggy-fashion and her large coconut breasts jangling
around is inducing a stirring within my dick as it
returns to erection. 

Taking my hand once again, he places it on his pliant
dick. 

"I don't want to suck it, please don't make me suck it
again."

"That's OK, you don't need to." He replies
reassuringly. Accepting his reassurances, I get to
work on revitalising his dick. Erotic and carnal
feelings continue to swell up within me as my friend
massages my dick and testicles. I can feel the gradual
swelling of his cock which is responding well to my
strokes. Gradually it's becoming harder and easier to
wank as it swells. On reaching full erection, my
friend closes his eyes and lets out a deep sigh of
satisfaction, which gives me encouragement to work
harder on his fat throbbing tool.

I look up at him, he smiles and takes my hand off his
cock and hands it to the man in front. He grasps it
warmly, as the man next to him is given my other hand.
Their grip tightens and I am jerked off my seat, which
retracts instantly. I'm wondering what and why they
are doing this when one pushes a handkerchief in my
mouth. It dawns upon me the violation I am about to
suffer. Clenching my teeth, I refuse the handkerchief
but I have to open my mouth when he holds my nose and
it's pushed further in until it gags me. And now a
cold, oily, slimy fluid is being massaged into my ass
and then a finger slides in. I struggle against firm
strong hands that hold me stable as the finger probes
my asshole, inflicting a sharp violent pain as it
moves. But by squeezing my anal muscles, the finger is
evicted and slides out to my great relief.

But instead of releasing me, the men pull me further
over the seat backs. My friend is shuffling past me
until his large belly is resting against my upturned
ass and then inserts two thumbs, pulling the entrance
to my hole, bringing about a surge of pain. His cock,
positioned at the entrance rubs, tormenting and
terrifying me, pauses as more fluid is rubbed in and
then a burning and searing pain sweeps though my ass
and into the pit of my stomach. I'm unable to scream
for the handkerchief stuffed in my mouth, my eyes
bulge and nearly plop out of their sockets. His rigid
cock remains stationary as my ass is abruptly
repositioned and then the indescribable pain ensues as
it slides out and then thrusts down my passage
re-igniting the merciless agony - "oooaaaaawwww!!!!!"
My muffled screams seem to only attract a wider 
audience of onlookers watching my degradation in 
morbid intrigue. As his cock thrust ever deeper, the
pain is becoming intolerable, my eyes stream with 
tears and still no-one expresses objection, much less
comes to my aid, despite looking, pleading into the 
eyes of these witnesses. They just watch me in my
agony with not a flicker of compassion.


At last the thrusts seem to decelerate as fatigue
begins to set in but still they come, and with each
downward motion the pain in my ass re-ignites. His
driving cock feels like a white hot poker scorching my
insides, "oooohhhh - Naaahhhh!!! Nooooh!! Stop!!"

Oh at last. "Aaaaah!! Oh no, Aaaaaaaaah!!!" 
"Oh I'm coming! I'm coming!" The thrusts stop and he
collapses on top of me, his weight unbearable but
thankfully his cock slides out of my orifice. "You
were a great shag." I hear my friend compliment me as
my captors release my wrists and turn around to resume
watching the film. At last, now I can spit these
sodding  tissues out of my mouth and breathe. My mouth
is so dry and arid. I need a drink, I need to get out
of this Hell! I just want to be back home with my mom,
safe and sheltered.

On resuming his seat, my friend pushes me back into
mine resulting in a sharp stabbing anal pain. He's
feeling my dick but this time it's refusing to
respond. Now he's going through my jacket pocket -
why? Am I being robbed? He seems to have found what
he's looking for and is squinting in the dim light at
a scrap of paper. I can't make out what of mine he's
found. Leaning over, he whispers to me, asking,
"Do your parents know you're in here?"

"No" I reply.

"Would you want me to tell them - Simon?" He knows my
name! The thought of the effect that such news would
have on my mom terrifies me, it could kill her! So
shaking my bowed head, I look down remorsefully at his
fondling of my still limp dick. Squeezing my balls
tightly, he hisses, "Well you'd better come with me
then." Standing up, dragging me to my feet me by my
shoulder pads, putting his mouth to my ear he hisses,
"Then get dressed Simon, you're coming home with me."

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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