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The Movie Theatre : Act 1

By Jack Mioff

submitted June 17, 1997

Categories: Tales From The Moviehouse

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The Movie Theatre : Act I

Friday night. Nothing to do. No parties, no friends, no phone, no TV. Nothing. Maybe I'll jack off a couple times. Yeah. Yeah, that'd be good. Get some cum flowin. Always passes the time....

The phone rang. It was six in the evening, and Chad was home alone. It rang again; then again. Halfway through the fourth ring, Chad picked up the phone.


"Hi, is Chad there?" It was a voice that Chad did not recognize. A man, about his age. Yeah, maybe sixteen, seventeen, or eighteen.

"It's me."

"Hi, Chad? This is Greg. Greg McDaniel, quarterback of the varsity team at school."

"Oh, hi." Chad had had a crush on Greg for many years. They went to the same junior high, but Greg was always a year ahead of him. And through high school they went to the same place. They never talked, though. This was way weird. "What's up?"

"Just wondering if you were free tonight." Chad's heart sank. Me, free? It's like a movie or something. Is it legit? What's happening?

"Yeah," he tried to say, but only a whisper came out. "Yeah, I'm free. Why?"

"Well, some friends and I are going out to see a movie at the theater tonight, and we wondered if you wanted to come."

"Of course!" Whoa, that came out kinda awkward, Chad thought. "I mean, that would be great."

"All right, cool. Show's at seven-thirty, and we planned on going out to McDonald's or somewhere afterward. Is that cool with your parents?"

Without hesitance, Chad replied, "Yes, of course. I'll be there at about twenty after then."

"Okay, cool," Greg said. "I'll see ya then. Bye."

"Okay, bye. Oh, wait!" he exclaimed.

"Yeah?" Greg asked?

"I just wanted to ask, how was it you got my number?" Then, before Greg could answer, "Why'd you think of me?"

"Well, your friend Jessica told me your number, and she also thought of having you go too. I had recognized you from the games before, and also knew you from junior high a few years back. Why'd you ask?"

"Oh, okay. Well, I only asked 'cuz I was curious, that's all."

"All right. I'll see you later, then. Bye."

"Bye." Chad hung up the phone. It took him a while to get it through his head. When he finally did, it hit him like a brick wall.

"Whoa! This is way cool. God, Greg is so fucking hot! Maybe he's interested in me? Nah, I doubt it. But what if he is? Oh, God, I want him! Gotta go get showered and dressed." Chad headed upstairs into the bathroom. He started the shower almost at once, and was in with the hot water in no time.

For the first couple minutes he just stood there, letting the water roll over his naked body. Greg was in his mind. Stuck there, like a stick in mud. Chad didn't realize it, but his cock was growing...hardening. All he could think of was how studly Greg was, and how he wanted to have him, hold him in his arms forever.

Before he knew it, his hand was over his erection, stroking it ever so slowly. His mind kept hold of Greg, never letting him go. Suddenly, Greg was naked. His cock was hard, and incredibly large. Chad then walked over next to him, putting his lips onto Greg's cock.

Chad now stroked harder and harder, faster and faster. The water rushed down his smooth chest, rolled over his firm abs, and onto his hard-on. The sensation gave him orgasmic chills, rushing all over his body.

Greg now held Chad's head in his hands. He ran his fingers through Chad's thin, smooth hair. Chad kept his head bobbing, the cock entering deeper into his mouth and near the back of his throat.

"Mmm, that tastes great," he said aloud to himself. "Yeah...yeah...." Chad continued to stroke his cock. "That's right. Get me off. Oh, yeah." Faster, faster, harder, harder, faster, faster, harder, harder! He jacked and jacked until...he came. "Ooooh, yeah," he said to himself, sighing.

There was a knock at the bathroom door. Chad jumped. He was drawn out of his trance. "Yeah, who is it?"

"It's me, Mom. Dad and I are leaving to go out with the Garrets. Do you have plans to go anywhere?"

"Yeah, I'm going out to a movie and then to dinner with some friends."

"Okay. Money's on the counter."

"K. When'd you get home?"

"Oh...about five minutes ago. Bye."


Chad then started with the soap. He lathered all over his body, wiping up the cum from the head of his penis and the wall of the shower. After he was finished with his body, he put some shampoo in his hair and quickly washed there. When he finished and was rinsed off, he stepped out of the shower and prepared for a great night at the movies.

Seven o'clock came by, and Chad figured he should leave the house. It was a fifteen minute drive from there to the theater, and he didn't want to be late for Greg.

Seven-twenty-three. Jessica, Greg, and three other people walked into the theater. Chad was there in the lobby, waiting for them. He walked over to them to say hi.

"Hey, Chad, glad you could make it," Greg said. "Are we ready to see the movie?" he asked Chad and the rest of the people there. Everyone spoke in unison, and they headed to the theater, where the usher took their tickets.

Near the end of the flick, Chad looked next to him, where Greg sat. Chad was next to the wall, Greg right next to him, then someone he didn't know, and Jessica, and the other two people he didn't know. Greg was watching the movie, occasionally feeding some Snow Caps into his mouth. Only seconds later, a small, R-rated love scene appeared on the screen. A woman was being taken down by a very hung, attractive man, her breasts bouncing up and down.

Greg leaned over toward Chad. "Isn't she hot?" he asked, smiling?

"Yes, he is," Chad almost said, then caught himself. "Hell yes." He smiled back. God, Greg had an amazing smile.

"Look at how here tits bounce like that. Think they're real?"

"Naw, gotta be fake. Real tits don't stand up like that." Chad didn't know where he heard that at, but he figured it sounded all right.

"Yeah, you're probably right." Greg brought the Snow Caps over to Chad.

"Want some?"

"Sure," he said, and held out his hand. Greg gently poured some into Chad's open hand, then pulled it back. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." He flashed him another smile, then sat back in his seat. Chad casually looked over at Greg's crotch area. It was big and hard. Must be from the movie, he thought to himself. Nevertheless, Chad grew a big and hard erection himself, and continued to stare at the outline of Greg's hard cock.

Chad's imagination kicked in again. This time, Chad reached over his seat and held onto Greg's hard-on. He stroked it, keeping it inside of his pants. Greg looked over at Chad and smiled. He licked his lips, and then began stroking Chad's cock as well. It all felt so good. Chad then removed Greg's cock from his pants, stood it upright, and leaned over the seat. Greg let go of Chad's cock for a short while, allowing Chad to get situated. When he got in place, his lips over Greg's hard, smooth cock, Greg began jacking Chad off again, Chad's cock still inside his pants.

Greg tasted great. Chad's head continued to bob up and down, his tongue thrashing the entire area of Greg's man-tool. Greg let his head roll back, releasing sighs from time to time, keeping a steady beat of Chad's cock.

All at once, they both came. It was quick, but it felt great. Then Greg ran his fingers through Chad's hair, slowly messaging the scalp....

"Chad? Chad? CHAD!!" Chad came to. Greg was standing above him, his hand on Chad's shoulder. "Chad, the movie's over. Were you asleep with your eyes open or something?" Greg smiled again.

"What?" He looked around. The theater was empty, with the exception of Jessica, Greg, the other three people, and himself. "Oh, God, I'm sorry." He looked down to get his coat. His crotch area was wet: semen. Oh, shit! he thought to himself. He quickly put his coat back over it, but it was too late. Greg had already seen it.

"It's all right," Greg whispered. "Leave your coat over the stain, and they won't notice a thing. I promise." Again, he smiled.

Still stunned, Chad said, "Okay, thanks," and did as he was told.

They all walked out of the theater together. As they were approaching the parking lot, Greg said to one of the guys Chad didn't know, "Rather than go with you to McDonald's, why don't I go with Chad?" Greg looked over at Chad. "Is that all right?"

"Yeah, sure," he replied almost immediately.

"He could use some company, right Chad?"


"It's settled then. We'll see you there in a few minutes."

Greg walked to Chad's car with him, and got in the passenger's seat. "I saw what you were doing in the theater," Greg told him as Chad started up the engine. Chad's face turned white. Before Chad could say anything, Greg said, "Don't worry about it. I kind of enjoyed it, actually."

Chad's face regained its natural color. He smiled. "Really?"

"Yeah," Greg told him reassuringly. "I almost jerked off myself. I would have if Derrick wasn't next to me. (He's a Mormon.)"

"Okay," Chad said, still a little shaky.

"You worried that I didn't like it?" Greg asked him. Chad nodded. "Well I did." He flashed Chad another smile. "What were you thinking about?"

Chad was silent for a couple seconds. "You," he said not-so-loudly.

Greg was a bit shocked. "Me? Really? I'm flattered. Really, I am."

Mustn't hold back, Chad thought. He likes me...he really likes me. "You

are very hot, you know." Please, let that have come out right, he thought.

"Thanks," Greg replied. "You're embarrassing me." He blushed, smiling.

"You're pretty hot yourself."

"Thanks," Chad said. "So...are you?...I mean...are you homosexual?"

Greg didn't respond; he was silent for about twenty seconds. seconds.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to sound so bad."

"No, no, it's all right. I'm just...just trying to decide how to say it, that's all. But yes, I am."

"Then your girlfriend...?"

"She's a cover up." He looked directly at Chad and smiled.

They arrived at McDonald's just then, right behind Jessica, Derrick, and the other one. Chad and Greg got out of the car and went to the door.

All through dinner, Chad and Greg looked at each other. They sat across from each other, thus enabling them to play "footsie" throughout their Quarter-Pounders and Big Macs.

To be continued

Copyright (C) Jack Mioff 1997

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