The cinema xxx
I well remember that it was quite early on in my ‘education’ with Mr Vaughn that I went to the cinema with him and his friend Mr Johnson. I’d only just started going to his house with Barry after scouts on a Monday night and my evening there had mostly consisted of Mr Vaughn playing with mine and Barry’s cocks, wanking his cock and him watching me wank and suck Barry off. The cinema trip was a treat, he told me, and that I’d enjoy the film but I wasn’t to tell my mum or dad, as it was for big boys only!!
The cinema was in the central area, just off the Old Market area and was called the Tatler and showed ‘continental’ films for men of a certain ‘type’. I think you had to be at least eighteen to get in, it might even have been twenty one, but I was definitely nowhere near old enough but Mr Vaughn knew a secret way in, around the back in a lane, which I think was called Carey’s Lane.
Mr Vaughn dropped me around the back by a fire door and told me to wait there till he let me in. Sure enough, about five minutes later, the door swung open and Mr Vaughn together with Mr Johnson quickly ushered me in. It was really dark and smoky, I couldn’t see much at all, so they had to, sort of, guide me to the seats where I sat between the pair of them. As my eyes became accustomed to the dark I could see the cinema was about a third full, quite a few empty seats especially around the three of us and from what I could see, all the other people there were men, all much the same ages Mr Vaughn and Mr Johnson, apart from two or three women in the back stalls.
The feature film had already started and, from the the bit I saw, seemed to be mostly about lots of women wearing only stockings and suspenders. Mr Vaughn lent over to me and whispered in my ear for me to undo the belt and zip on my shorts and to get my cock out as he wanted to play with it. I think I did ask if it was okay as there were ‘people’ around but he assured me it was perfectly normal in this type of cinema.
At that age, even hard, my smooth pink cock was probably only about four or five inches, at best and Mr Vaughn loved pulling my tight foreskin hard back, which did hurt a bit, but I’d got used to it. Mr Vaughn played with my cock for a while before he undid his trousers and got his cock out, wanking to start with but then, whispering to me again to do to his cock what I’d done to Barry’s at his house. I’m pretty sure, up until then I’d only ever sucked off Barry’s cock and another friends called Geoffrey, certainly not a ‘man’s’ cock and definitely not as big a cock as Mr Vaughn’s, although Barry’s cock was, thinking back now, quite big. I’d also only swallowed spunk a couple of times, two or three times at most!!
At the time, even though Mr Vaughn assured me that it was all okay, I was a bit scared, well, probably not scared as such, more apprehensive. His cock felt really big in my mouth, his huge red knob end, feeling like I was sucking on a big gob stopper, but it definitely didn’t taste the same, sour and sort of musty and his Y fronts smelt of urine and farts but, in a weird way, I actually found it a nice feeling, especially in my cock and even more so when he kept telling me how I doing such a great job at pleasuring him. I’d seen mr Vaughn spunk before and I knew it would be a lot, but I was shocked when his hot thick spunk hit the back of my throat, making me gag and i did try to pull my head away but Mr Vaughn forced me down hard on his cock. It was quite a sharp learning curve, that first time on his cock, as Mr Vaughn, up until then had been very kind and gentle with me, never causing me any concern as to his intentions but certainly that first time he was hard on me.
I’d swallowed most of it before he released me from his cock, the residue of his creamy thick spunk dribbling down my chin onto my white shirt. “You were very very good Johnny, did you enjoy doing that?” I nodded that I did, which was actually true but probably, with hindsight not so. His spunk had tasted completely different to Barry’s and Geoffrey’s, thicker, much creamier, hotter too and very sweet, almost caramel like, in taste.
My cock by now was quite hard, well hard for me, and sticking out of my shorts and after Mr Vaughn had ‘composed’ himself told me to relax while he pleasured me. The warmth and he was soon was down on me, his mouth enveloping my cock. Mr Vaughn was so gentle with me now, the sensuous way his tongue swirled around my sensitive cock end was, for me truly mind blowing. I had no idea having your cock played with could feel this good. As his mouth slipped up and down and he licked and caressed me with his tongue from the tip of my cock right down to my tiny tight balls. I slumped there, eyes closed in another world, gasping and sighing with each intense new sensation. I could feel my climax coming and didn't think to warn him. I came in a shuddering jerking orgasm that had me moaning and grunting. I think I actually passed out for a few seconds. It was so intense it involved my whole body.
I rather foolishly thought that was the ‘sexual’ part taken care off and that I’d now be able to relax and watch the film but no it wasn’t to be. “We’ve only just got going my boy, Mr Johnson wants you next!” Sure enough, looking to my left Mr Johnson already had his cock out, well not much of a cock really, nothing like Mr Vaughn’s or mine for that matter. Mr Johnson had a big fat belly and a tiny cock which, even when hard, wasn’t much over about four inches and when I went down on it, it was obvious that he wasn’t going to be long in cumming as it was already dribbling sticky clear juices from his tint knob end. Mr Johnson had played with my cock, in the past, and he quite liked putting his finger up my bum, and Barry’s too, as he wanked himself off. He soon cum in my mouth, nothing really, I did swallow it but it didn’t taste of anything really.
Mr Vaughn had moved a couple of seats away from me allowing another ‘gentleman’ to come and sit next to me. Same age as the rest but with a very ‘military’ bearing about him, smoking a pipe and wearing a dark blazer with a big badge on the front. He reeked of tobacco, a very sweet smell, not actually unpleasant and was obviously used to giving orders as he, somewhat, abruptly told me “Your in charge my boy, good time wanted”. He just let me get on with it, undoing his fly front trousers and getting out his cock, whilst he just puffed away on his pipe and which turned out to be an enormous floppy cock. Well not big around but long, like a snake and not hard either, semi hard and no foreskin to pull back either. It must have been a good ten or eleven inches long and I’m sure I could have tied it in a bow if I’d wanted too.
I sucked his cock, or at least the first couple of inches, which in my mouth felt funny with no foreskin, sort of naked, for what seemed ages until he eventually cum in my mouth, nowhere near as much as Mr Vaughn but definitely a lot more than Mr Johnson’s tiny cock. It was again very hot and thick, like thick cream soup and it didn’t taste too bad either, so I was happy swallowing it all, yet again.
I think, and it was a long time ago now, but I must have sucked off at least seven or eight cocks that afternoon in the cinema, it might have been more. How long does a film last? Hour and a half? Ten minutes per cock? Sounds about right. Well I certainly didn’t see any of the film so not much of a treat for me!
I didn’t mind doing it and apart from Mr Vaughn, at first and another man, who had a huge cock, also being a bit rough with me, but I was fine with it. The other man’s huge cock was truly enormous, the size of my arm, and he really pushed me down on it, holding me there for ages. I must have made a bit of a noise as the usherette, a woman in her seventies, at least, came down and shone her touch at us but just told us to keep the noise down. I now know that I was ‘gagging’ on his cock and when he did cum, it was a massive amount and I was nearly sick.
I have to tell you about another man who just wanted to touch my cock while he wanked himself off and when he cum, his spunk shot up into the air all over about three seats in front of us. Quite sight and a mess!!!
Two of the men gave me some money including the ‘military’ gentleman who was still furiously puffing away on his pipe. Mr Vaughn and Mr Johnson both said I’d been very good and after smuggling me back out again into Carey’s Lane took me to the local Verricchias ice cream parlour for an ice cream soda which I needed after all that spunk I’d swallowed.
The cinema was in the central area, just off the Old Market area and was called the Tatler and showed ‘continental’ films for men of a certain ‘type’. I think you had to be at least eighteen to get in, it might even have been twenty one, but I was definitely nowhere near old enough but Mr Vaughn knew a secret way in, around the back in a lane, which I think was called Carey’s Lane.
Mr Vaughn dropped me around the back by a fire door and told me to wait there till he let me in. Sure enough, about five minutes later, the door swung open and Mr Vaughn together with Mr Johnson quickly ushered me in. It was really dark and smoky, I couldn’t see much at all, so they had to, sort of, guide me to the seats where I sat between the pair of them. As my eyes became accustomed to the dark I could see the cinema was about a third full, quite a few empty seats especially around the three of us and from what I could see, all the other people there were men, all much the same ages Mr Vaughn and Mr Johnson, apart from two or three women in the back stalls.
The feature film had already started and, from the the bit I saw, seemed to be mostly about lots of women wearing only stockings and suspenders. Mr Vaughn lent over to me and whispered in my ear for me to undo the belt and zip on my shorts and to get my cock out as he wanted to play with it. I think I did ask if it was okay as there were ‘people’ around but he assured me it was perfectly normal in this type of cinema.
At that age, even hard, my smooth pink cock was probably only about four or five inches, at best and Mr Vaughn loved pulling my tight foreskin hard back, which did hurt a bit, but I’d got used to it. Mr Vaughn played with my cock for a while before he undid his trousers and got his cock out, wanking to start with but then, whispering to me again to do to his cock what I’d done to Barry’s at his house. I’m pretty sure, up until then I’d only ever sucked off Barry’s cock and another friends called Geoffrey, certainly not a ‘man’s’ cock and definitely not as big a cock as Mr Vaughn’s, although Barry’s cock was, thinking back now, quite big. I’d also only swallowed spunk a couple of times, two or three times at most!!
At the time, even though Mr Vaughn assured me that it was all okay, I was a bit scared, well, probably not scared as such, more apprehensive. His cock felt really big in my mouth, his huge red knob end, feeling like I was sucking on a big gob stopper, but it definitely didn’t taste the same, sour and sort of musty and his Y fronts smelt of urine and farts but, in a weird way, I actually found it a nice feeling, especially in my cock and even more so when he kept telling me how I doing such a great job at pleasuring him. I’d seen mr Vaughn spunk before and I knew it would be a lot, but I was shocked when his hot thick spunk hit the back of my throat, making me gag and i did try to pull my head away but Mr Vaughn forced me down hard on his cock. It was quite a sharp learning curve, that first time on his cock, as Mr Vaughn, up until then had been very kind and gentle with me, never causing me any concern as to his intentions but certainly that first time he was hard on me.
I’d swallowed most of it before he released me from his cock, the residue of his creamy thick spunk dribbling down my chin onto my white shirt. “You were very very good Johnny, did you enjoy doing that?” I nodded that I did, which was actually true but probably, with hindsight not so. His spunk had tasted completely different to Barry’s and Geoffrey’s, thicker, much creamier, hotter too and very sweet, almost caramel like, in taste.
My cock by now was quite hard, well hard for me, and sticking out of my shorts and after Mr Vaughn had ‘composed’ himself told me to relax while he pleasured me. The warmth and he was soon was down on me, his mouth enveloping my cock. Mr Vaughn was so gentle with me now, the sensuous way his tongue swirled around my sensitive cock end was, for me truly mind blowing. I had no idea having your cock played with could feel this good. As his mouth slipped up and down and he licked and caressed me with his tongue from the tip of my cock right down to my tiny tight balls. I slumped there, eyes closed in another world, gasping and sighing with each intense new sensation. I could feel my climax coming and didn't think to warn him. I came in a shuddering jerking orgasm that had me moaning and grunting. I think I actually passed out for a few seconds. It was so intense it involved my whole body.
I rather foolishly thought that was the ‘sexual’ part taken care off and that I’d now be able to relax and watch the film but no it wasn’t to be. “We’ve only just got going my boy, Mr Johnson wants you next!” Sure enough, looking to my left Mr Johnson already had his cock out, well not much of a cock really, nothing like Mr Vaughn’s or mine for that matter. Mr Johnson had a big fat belly and a tiny cock which, even when hard, wasn’t much over about four inches and when I went down on it, it was obvious that he wasn’t going to be long in cumming as it was already dribbling sticky clear juices from his tint knob end. Mr Johnson had played with my cock, in the past, and he quite liked putting his finger up my bum, and Barry’s too, as he wanked himself off. He soon cum in my mouth, nothing really, I did swallow it but it didn’t taste of anything really.
Mr Vaughn had moved a couple of seats away from me allowing another ‘gentleman’ to come and sit next to me. Same age as the rest but with a very ‘military’ bearing about him, smoking a pipe and wearing a dark blazer with a big badge on the front. He reeked of tobacco, a very sweet smell, not actually unpleasant and was obviously used to giving orders as he, somewhat, abruptly told me “Your in charge my boy, good time wanted”. He just let me get on with it, undoing his fly front trousers and getting out his cock, whilst he just puffed away on his pipe and which turned out to be an enormous floppy cock. Well not big around but long, like a snake and not hard either, semi hard and no foreskin to pull back either. It must have been a good ten or eleven inches long and I’m sure I could have tied it in a bow if I’d wanted too.
I sucked his cock, or at least the first couple of inches, which in my mouth felt funny with no foreskin, sort of naked, for what seemed ages until he eventually cum in my mouth, nowhere near as much as Mr Vaughn but definitely a lot more than Mr Johnson’s tiny cock. It was again very hot and thick, like thick cream soup and it didn’t taste too bad either, so I was happy swallowing it all, yet again.
I think, and it was a long time ago now, but I must have sucked off at least seven or eight cocks that afternoon in the cinema, it might have been more. How long does a film last? Hour and a half? Ten minutes per cock? Sounds about right. Well I certainly didn’t see any of the film so not much of a treat for me!
I didn’t mind doing it and apart from Mr Vaughn, at first and another man, who had a huge cock, also being a bit rough with me, but I was fine with it. The other man’s huge cock was truly enormous, the size of my arm, and he really pushed me down on it, holding me there for ages. I must have made a bit of a noise as the usherette, a woman in her seventies, at least, came down and shone her touch at us but just told us to keep the noise down. I now know that I was ‘gagging’ on his cock and when he did cum, it was a massive amount and I was nearly sick.
I have to tell you about another man who just wanted to touch my cock while he wanked himself off and when he cum, his spunk shot up into the air all over about three seats in front of us. Quite sight and a mess!!!
Two of the men gave me some money including the ‘military’ gentleman who was still furiously puffing away on his pipe. Mr Vaughn and Mr Johnson both said I’d been very good and after smuggling me back out again into Carey’s Lane took me to the local Verricchias ice cream parlour for an ice cream soda which I needed after all that spunk I’d swallowed.
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