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Peter Visits the Petit Cinema

By: timmywells



The world was a different place in 1976. There was no Internet, VCRs or DVDs, so the only ways to find adult entertainment were to visit adult bookstores or porn theatres.

An adult theatre opened in Albany, New York for a short time, and until it was pretty much forced out of business by the local politicians, it served as a educational facility for many a man and a few brave couples.

Peter Davis was one young man who learned quite a bit by visiting The Petit Cinema, and this is the story of his education.

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Chapter One: Happy Birthday Pete!

I don't think that there have been many kids as eager to turn 18 as I was back in March of 1976. It had been a long time coming, and when it finally arrived I started enjoying it right away, buying a lottery ticket and a six pack of beer early that morning.

That was fun, but what I really looked forward to was that evening when my friends were going to take me out for a celebration. I had made it clear to my buddies what I wanted to do, and it came as no surprise to them when they heard about the party I wanted to have.

What I had asked for was to go to the Petit Cinema that evening. This was no big deal to my friends, who had been visiting the place ever since it had opened, but for me it was a forbidden pleasure palace because I had been denied entrance both times I had tried to get in.

Even though I was as old or older than my friends, the problem was that I didn't look it. The three guys I hung out with sailed past the cashier without a problem, but when I got up to the booth I was shot down cold.

"Beat it kid!" was the surly guy's response to my attempt at handing over money with my trembling hand the first time, and although I had high hopes when there was a woman cashier the second time, the response was pretty much the same.

So while my friends got to go into the theatre and watch naked people fornicating, I was stuck going next door to the diner where I nursed a burger and soda until they emerged with vivid descriptions of what they had seen.

It pissed me off that the loudest of them, Joe Drabek, was younger than I was. Since he was a head taller and always looked like he needed a shave, they never questioned his age, and as he crowed about the movie I almost wished that I had ratted him out to the cashier when they went in.

Being 5'5" and about 115 pounds soaking wet was bad enough, but having dimples and a face that looked like Timmy on the Lassie TV show only compounded the problem. At family gatherings, my Aunt Elsie would always rush up to me and pinch my cheek while singing the song 'Baby-face' loudly and badly.

Given all that, you can imagine my anticipation that night when, well armed with coat pockets full of half-pints of Southern Comfort and Peppermint Schnapps, my best friend Tommy drove us to the theatre on the night of my birthday.

They made me march up to the booth first, cackling as I handed my money to the cashier, who shook his head no.

"Here!" I said defiantly, handing him my driver's license and school ID.

I got some ribbing about having a driver's license but no car, must like I had a dick but no place to put it, but after some careful scrutiny he asked me which movie I wanted to see.

"What do you think?" I snarled as defiantly as a baby-faced 18 year old could manage, and took the ticket from him and marched past him.

The Petit Cinema, which was a small square building made out of concrete blocks, was divided into two sections. The regular movies, as we liked to call them, played in one theatre while the gay movies played in the other.

Actually, the guys had other terms for the gay theatre as well as the patrons who frequented it. I wasn't among those who made comments, since I wasn't one to cast the first stone. Neither was my best friend Tommy, who eased into the seat next to me in the dark room that they called a theatre.

My only sexual experiences to that point had been of the hand variety, and only once with a girl, a chubby young lady who must have taken pity on me. The rest of the time, it was me and Tom, who was my jerk-off buddy, since he was just as unlucky with the ladies as I was.

When the movie came on, it was a life-changing experience for me. Having only seen naked people in Playboy and in the locker room at school, I was stunned to see all of these people up there on the big screen.

Sure, maybe most of the women weren't very good looking, but they had great breasts and would do anything the guys wanted. As for the guys, they were butt ugly for the most part, but how lucky could a guy be? Having these girls doing stuff to them that I only had heard about in whispers had to be the best job imaginable.

I couldn't help to noticed how the guys all had big cocks too. Some were just big, like my pal Tommy's, while others were even bigger. No wonder they let everybody see them naked, I mused while watching with a boner that I had since the movie started. If I had one like that I would never wear pants.

Suddenly, when one skinny guy with long curly hair appeared on the screen, Tommy nudges me and told me to watch closely. There was no need to have to watch too close, I soon learned.

The guy's name was John Holmes, I learned later, and when he took off his clothes and approached the big-titted blonde who was on her bad in the bed, I almost fainted.

I squirmed in my seat when I saw the guy kneel over the girl, with his cock dangling down to her face. Cock? It was more like a salami, and when she opened her mouth and let him drop that massive limp dick down her throat a very strange thing happened.

I came. Maybe I had shifted in my seat or something, and the friction from my underwear caused it. Whatever the reason, I doubled over a bit while trying not to let on what was happening yest still trying to watch the screen.

When it was over, I could smell the aroma of my cum as it drifted up in my face, and I tried to breathe downward in an effort to keep others from smelling it as well. In retrospect, there was already an air of it in the theatre anyway, so nobody noticed.

So that was the first time I had an orgasm in a movie theatre, watching John Holmes get his cock sucked. The second time I came was about 20 minutes later, and this time I caused it, rubbing myself when John Holmes was putting his erect cock into a redhead.

When I saw him get hard, and saw his huge cock get even bigger and thicker, I couldn't help myself, managing to rub myself without anybody noticing. There was a second movie, and while it wasn't nearly as good as the first one, I was willing to stick around. I would have sat through anything to see John Holmes again, but was out voted by the other guys so we left.

Luckily my winter coat was long enough to hide what had to be a massive stain in the front of my pants, so it went unnoticed when we went to a bar and I got to enjoy my first legal mixed drink.

Afterward, in the car, Tommy dropped the other guys off before bringing me home. Outside in the car, he let it idle while we talked.

"Some movie, huh Peter?" Tommy asked.

"Yeah," I sniffed. "Glad I got to see them finally."

"That John Holmes - he's something isn't he?"

"Who was he?"

"The guy with the foot-long schlong."

"Oh," I said, learning the man's name, and tried to act casual when I replied. "Yeah, that was really something."

"Can you imagine what it must be like to have a cock that big?" Tommy asked.

"No, but they all looked big to me," I admitted.

"You want to - you know - go into your basement for a little nightcap?" Tommy suggested. "Take the edge off maybe?"

The 'nightcap' Tommy suggested involved drinking what we had left in our bottles, but taking the edge off meant that he wanted us to get each other off, like we often did.

I wanted to, more than ever before, but I declined, claiming that I must have had too much to drink already, and besides I was afraid I was coming down with a cold.

"Yeah, you have been quiet, and you sound a little congested. Bummer."

"Yeah. Well, I had fun anyway,' I told Tommy. "Thanks for everything."

I went into the house as quietly as I could to avoid waking up my folks, and hurried into the downstairs bathroom to take care of the real reason I didn't bring Tommy into the basement.

My underwear were practically glued to my crotch, and it was a little painful to try and get the stiff fruit-of-the-looms off of my genitalia. I even lost a few pubic hairs in the process, and since I was so pitifully blessed in that regard, losing them was disturbing both physically and emotionally.

I took a shower, rinsing the evidence of my indiscreet behavior away, and after I managed to towel myself off I looked in the mirror at my reflection.

"No wonder I can't get any girls," I mumbled to myself when my eyes strayed to my privates.

I tugged at my dick, which was already half-hard to begin with, lamenting the fact that it could have been Tommy's hand in my dick right now. Tommy never made fun of me, and seemed to enjoy getting me off. I know I enjoyed jerking him off.

I stepped back in the shower and pulled the curtain closed behind me, imagining my thumb and index finger were Tommy's as they went up and down all five skinny inches of my stiff dick. 

As I brought myself closer and closer to orgasm, I tried to imagine what it would be like if Tommy was built like John Holmes. I had thought that Tommy had a big one before tonight, and I guess that he did sort of, but after seeing that movie?

I came with an intensity that buckled my knees, ejaculating wildly as I fantasized that instead of jerking myself off, I had been with John Holmes, my fists sliding up and down that huge cock while he smiled confidently at me.

After spraying the mess away, I gathered up by clothes and went to bed. It took a long time to fall asleep, and before I did I knew where I would be going the next night.

...

Chapter Two: Back to the movies.

Not having a car, I had to take a bus down to Albany, and it was a testimony to how obsessed I was seeing John Holmes again that I went all that way during a rainstorm that was on the verge of turning into an ice storm.

When I got there I stood under the awning and looked at the poster for the movies, glancing over at the "other" theatre poster, which merely had the titles of the films without the pictures of the actors.

For the first time, I wondered what it would be like to go to that other side. Just out of curiosity, I reasoned to myself. It wasn't like I was queer or anything. Just curious. Maybe the movies had guys doing what Tommy and I did to each other.

Who knows, I thought. They probably have guys sucking each others cocks too. I had often imagined what that would be like - sucking Tommy cock instead of just jerking him off. The problem was that up until seeing the movies the night before, I had no idea what it entailed.

I thought when somebody blew you - that's what they did. Shows how ignorant an 18 year old only child can be when he has no experience at much of anything, but know that I had found out what it involved, at least I had a clue.

I watched a number of guys go inside, some even dressed in raincoats, and while most went into the straight side, there were a few that went into the other side. When nobody was around, I ducked inside and strode up to the counter.

The same cashier was there, and laughed when I started to show him my ID again.

"I remember you, kid," he said. "You know, the movies don't change until Wednesday. I figured you would be a regular, but jeez!"

"Um - thought I'd try the other side tonight," I said sheepishly, handing over my money.

"Have fun," he chirped, and I hurried into the theatre before anybody could see me.

The movie was already in progress and as I waited for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, I could see that the rear of the theatre was more crowded than the front, so I went tentatively down the aisle until I found an empty row and went down to the end.

My feet kept sticking to the floor as I went down to the last seat, and when I sank into the chair I felt a spring poke me in the ass so I moved over one chair before looking up.

I only stayed about a half hour, but in that time I saw things that stunned me. I know that I had lived a sheltered life and was very naive, so what I learned in that short time boggled my mind.

I would have stayed longer - wanted badly to stay longer. I was just about to move my hand into my pocket for a little self-gratification as I watched the movie, where a young guy was being undressed by an older man, who fell to his knees and started sucking on his cock, when some big fat guy sat down in my row a few seats down.

Apparently, he must have sat in a bad seat too because he got up and moved closer to me, finally sitting right beside me. Shit, I thought to myself. There goes the chance to really enjoy the movie.

Then I felt his leg against mine, and all of a sudden he put his hand on my leg.

"Hey," I said, but he just grunted and moved his hand to my lap.

I jumped up and went to the back of the theatre, trying to find another place to sit. Seeing another unoccupied row, I sidled down and sat, only to have another guy do the same thing.

This guy was even worse. He was a old guy who smelled bad, and after trying to grope me he attempted to pull my hand over to touch him. I jumped up and ran out of the theatre, back through the lobby and out the door.

"Shit!" I said as I went out into the sleet.

The night was ruined and I was pissed. What those guys tried to do to me was disgusting, yet what the men were doing in the movie was different. I found it just as erotic as the movie had been the night earlier. Even when the older man had taken his cock and actually put it in the young dude's rear end - how could that be? How could something like that fit in such a tiny place. And the young guy seemed to enjoy it too! 

Out in the storm, I crossed the slippery street and went down the road to the bus stop, hoping that I wouldn't have to wait long. They ran fewer buses at night, and the roads were getting more and more treacherous judging by the way that the few cars were sliding around. This was one dumb idea, I concluded.

Just then, I saw a yellow VW bug pull out of the parking lot of the theatre and drive past me. His wheels slid slowly as he braked, and as he pulled back toward me I got ready to tell him off if it was one of those guys that had tried to feel me up.

"Hop in man," the guy said, opening the door, and when the interior light went on I could see that he was a normal looking middle aged guy who looked a little like that guy I had seen in the movie 'The Sting', Robert Redford. A little more nerdy looking but similar in many ways, so I figured he must have been at the straight theatre. Had to have been, because I could see he had a wedding ring on, so I hopped in.

"Thanks," I said.

"No problem. Where are you headed," he asked, and when I told him he seemed amazed.

"Long way to travel to see a dirty movie," He said as he eased the car down the slick road.

...

Chapter Three: My new friend.

"Huh?" I asked, planning on playing dumb.

"They should never have let you in there," the man lamented.

"What do you mean?"

"That's no place for kids," he explained.

"I'm not a kid. I'm eighteen," I told him. "Just turned 18 yesterday."

"Really?" he said with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, I had to show the guy at the ticket booth my proof yesterday."

"You went to the same movie yesterday?"

"No. Uh - I went to the other movie yesterday," I admitted. "I was just curious about the other one."

"My! You are an open-minded lad," he chuckled. "My name's Carl."

"Peter," I said by way of introduction.

"Nice to meet you, Peter," Carl said. "Eighteen, huh? You sure don't look it."

"I know. I get that all the time."

"You probably will for years to come," Carl suggested. "That's not a bad thing, although you probably don't realize it now."

"You've got that right."

"So tell me Peter," Carl said, wiping the fog off of the window. "Why did you leave the theatre so quickly?"

"You - you were in that theatre too?" I asked, shocked because he didn't seem the type.

"Yes. I was in the back. Is that wrong?"

"No. I mean, I don't know."

"So what made you leave? You said you were curious. You didn't care for the movie?"

"No. I mean, the guys."

"The men that kept sitting next to you? Did they do anything to you?"

"They tried to - you know. Touch me."

"I'm not surprised, with you looking like you do," Carl said. "I would have been more shocked if men didn't come on to you. You're a very attractive young man."

"Does that bother you?" Carl asked, apparently having heard my loud gulp after he spoke. "Me telling you that you're a cute guy, and that you should expect to have guys come on to you in a place like that?"

"I dunno,' I said.

"That happened to me when I was your age," Carl said. "So I know what bothered you. Somebody just plopping down next to you and groping at you - that's so crude. It's much nicer when somebody talk to you, makes you feel comfortable around them, and then lets you know how he feels. Know what I mean?"

As he asked that question, his hand slid off of the stick shift and onto my knee. So softly that I hardly noticed it at first, but as he lightly rubbed my leg through the wet fabric of my jeans there was no doubt as to what he meant.

"Peter?"

"What?" I croaked meekly.

"Have you ever been with a man before?"

"Sort of," I said, my voice hardly audible.

"Don't be scared. I'm not going to hurt you or do anything to you that you don't want to happen," Carl said in a reassuring tone. "Now tell me about you and the other man."

"Not much to tell. I mean we just - you know. Did each other by hand."

"That's all?" Carl asked.

"Yes."

"Did you like it?"

"Yes."

"Which did you like best? Giving or receiving?"

"Both."

"Do you mind what I'm doing? Touching you like this?" Carl asked, taking his hand off of my knee to shift for a second as we approached a red light.

"No," I whimpered.

"Good," Carl said as we started back up again, and when his hand when back on my leg it went onto my thigh and then stroking became a little more firm. "So tell me, Peter. Which movie did you like better? Tonight's or last night's?"

"Like them both," I said. "Last night - I could relax more."

"Who was in that other movie?" Carl asked. "Was Aunt Peg in that one?"

"Uh - I don't know," I said. "John Holmes is the only name I know."

"Ah! Johnny Wadd aka John Holmes!" Carl sighed. "He caught your eye, I take it?"

"Well, yeah," I snorted nervously, hardly noticing Carl's hand anymore.

"Your friend - the one you've masturbated - is he built like John Holmes?"

"Tommy?" I asked, blurting out my friend's name. "No. I mean, he's kinda big but not like that."

"And that excites you?" Carl asked. "Seeing men who are well endowed?"

"No," I said abruptly. "I mean, well, I guess so."

"You wouldn't happen to be a man built like that, would you?" Carl asked, his hand moving upward but still unable to find what he was looking for. "Well endowed, I mean?"

"No," I shuddered.

"That's alright," Carl said. "In fact, that's more than alright. You really should get these jeans off though. You'll catch a cold or worse. I have an idea."

...

Chapter Four: Frozen in fear.

I sat in the VW with the engine idling, all of the windows fogged up and me huddled in the passenger seat shivering uncontrollably. It wasn't from the cold, because although I was wet the car was steaming hot.

No, I was shaking because I was terrified. I knew what was going to happen yet I was powerless to stop it. Furthermore, I didn't know if I wanted to stop it.


Peter Visits the Petit Cinema



Carl was inside the motel's office, getting a room for us. It wasn't as if he hadn't asked me before pulling in, because he had and I had given one of my mumbling non-answers. Now he was inside paying for a motel room because we sure couldn't go to my place because my folks wouldn't have cared much for that.

Now Carl was back at the car, reaching over and turning off the engine while telling me to follow him, and I'm frozen in fear. Unable to move for the longest time while Carl went up to Room 105 and opened the door, and he waited patiently in the doorway until I finally climbed out of the bug and went inside.

"Why don't you go into the bathroom and take those wet things off?" Carl suggested. "They have a laundry room down the hall. I'll just put them in the dryer for you, and you can take a nice hot shower if you'd like."

I went into the bathroom and peeled off my soggy jeans, the bottoms of the pant legs a little frozen from the sleet. My underwear were drenched as well, and I was so happy that they were clean. After getting my socks and shirt off I wrapped a towel around myself and opened the door as little as possible to hand Carl my stuff.

"Be back soon," Carl said, leaving me naked and shivering in the bathroom.

The shower did seem like a good idea, because my skin was covered in goose bumps and my twig and berries had shrunk to almost nothing. Inside the shower stall, the warm water soothed an relaxed me, although I was still scared.

This wasn't Tommy and me in my basement with a jar of Vaseline; this was a middle aged man that looked like Robert Redford. Well, maybe not exactly like Robert Redford, because Carl was a little husky and his hair was thinning a bit, but still and all.

He wanted to be with me, though. That was what kept me from freaking out. He had seen me and while he wasn't able to find what he was looking for when his hand explored between my legs, he had likely figured out my shortcomings and that hadn't deterred him.

So why was I sobbing in the shower like a little baby? Get a grip, I kept telling myself. Enjoy this. He seemed like a really nice man who kept telling me that I wouldn't have to do anything I didn't want to do.

Taking a deep breath, I tied the towel around me and opened the bathroom door. Carl was sitting on the inside part of the left twin bed, my wallet in his hand.

"March 14, 1958," Carl said with a guilty grin, holding my wallet open to reveal my drivers license. "You left in it your jeans. I had to look. Sorry."

"That's okay," I said with a shrug, standing nervously at the end of the bed.

"Do you have to call home, Peter?" Carl asked. "Will anybody be worried about you?"

"My folks, I guess," I said, and Carl gestured over to the phone on the dresser.

"Call them and let them know you're alright. If you want to, that is."

I nodded and made the call, grimacing at calling my mother "Mom" during the conversation as well as having to add the obligatory "I love you too" at the end. Having explained that I would be staying at a friend's house because of the icy roads, I replaced the phone in its cradle and went back to the bed where Elliot patiently sat waiting.

"Come here, Peter," Carl said, beckoning me with his hand to join him. "Let me get a look at you."

I walked over to him, feeling just as naked with the towel on as I would have if it were gone, and when I stood in front of him I knew that I was shaking like a leaf. My knees were knocking and my breathing was making my scrawny chest heave uncontrollably.

"I know you're nervous, Peter," Carl said in a soothing voice. "I am too. Nervous is okay. Just don't be scared though. I swear to you I would never hurt you. I promise."

"You see, when I was your age," Carl continued. "I met a man who was even older than I am now. Like you, I was curious and just as nervous as you are now. Maybe even worse. It could have been bad for me, like I think it might have been for you if one of those men at the theatre had..."

Carl's voice trailed off for a moment, and he seemed to be getting choked up before he swallowed and smiled, looking up at me from his perch on the edge of the bed.

Anyway," Carl resumed, his hand coming up to rub my nipple, "he was so sweet and tender that he made it an experience so wonderful that I still cherish the memory of it to this day. When we parted, I thanked him so much for everything and tried to explain how much it had meant to me and how I could never repay him for what he had given me."

Carl's fingers toyed with the three light brown hairs that had appeared recently in the middle of my pigeon chest, gently pulling the golden strands that I was so proud of before his hand moved over to my other nipple.

"So while this is for you and me," Carl explained. "It's also for a guy named Donald, who's probably long gone. I know that what I'm saying doesn't make any sense to you, does it Peter?"

"It does - sort of."

"Good," Carl said softly, his hand moving down my chest so slowly that it was hardly moving. "You're so beautiful. Can I take this off? Please?"

Carl's hand moved over to the knot in the towel that I had secured as tightly as I could, his eyes looking up at me for approval. I looked down at the tent my erection was causing in the thin cotton towel, and while I didn't say yes, I didn't say no either.

Instead I just lowered my head and squinted my eyes almost closed, just like I used to do when watching a scary movie late at night, afraid to look but even more scared not to.

...

Chapter Five: Spinning.

Carl was such a sweet man, and could not have been any nicer, yet still when I felt him undoing the knot in the back of my mind I was expecting something horrible to happen. It's what happens when you lack confidence in yourself, I've learned.

My fears were groundless of course, but after living many of 18 years expecting and often getting derision about my size or lack thereof in every way, especially the part that was pointing at Carl when my towel came off, I had braced myself for anything.  

Peeking through my eyelids, I waited for any sign from Carl; a snicker, a roll of the eyes or worst of all a laugh. Instead, as I stood there with my hips thrust forward and straining with all my might to appear to be all that I could be, all I got was a sigh.

Carl fell to his knees before me, his hands cupping my ass while his mouth swooped down and took me in. His moist lips slid slowly down the staff of my stem until his nose was buried in the modest nest of hair above my dick.

I could feel the coarseness of his five o'clock against the skin of my hairless nut sac as my balls scraped his chin. My hands went to Carl's scalp, my fingers holding on to the thinning reddish-blonde hair as I felt my orgasm rise up from my toes.

Carl's hands dug into my butt cheeks while his mouth and tongue tried to swallow me whole. I cried out when I started to cum, clawing at Carl's head before holding on tight for balance, the force of my orgasm so great that if he had not had a strong hold of my rear end I would have fallen down.

I cam and came, and when it seemed like it had ended, it started all over again. When it finally did subside I looked down at the kind and gentle man who had just given me the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced, and was now still gently sucking on my withered stem while caressing my ass.

"Don't believe it," I gasped as Carl put me onto the bed on my stomach, my left leg twitching in a spastic fashion for some reason.

"Believe," Carl said, still kneeling on the rug and licking his lips to apparently savor what I had left in his mouth in abundance. "So sweet." 

Carl got to his feet and went to the foot of the bed, kneeling on the end as he took my foot in his hand and started to run it. There was a mirror above the beds and I discovered that if I put a pillow under my chin I could see Carl down there.

"Carl?" I said quietly.

"What?" Carl said, letting my foot fall down to the bedding. "You don't want me to do that?"

"No _ I mean, it's not that," I corrected myself. "It's just that - would you take off your clothes? I feel kind of weird like this."

"I'm afraid that I'm not nearly as easy on the eyes as you are," Carl said, almost reluctantly unbuttoning his shirt.

His skin was a pale white, visible under the thin layer of light reddish blonde hair that covered his chest and shoulders. He had a little bit of a thick waist, and what looked like an appendectomy scar on his side. Without his shirt, he looked a little older but still in good shape for a man I figured to be around fifty.

"I'm a little excited," Carl said apologetically as he let his pants fall to the floor and stepped out of them before pulling down his boxer shorts, exposing his hairy legs.

I only got a brief glimpse of Carl's manhood before he stepped back down to the end of the bed, but what I saw left me open-mouthed and wanting to see more. Carl kept me on my stomach despite my attempt to roll over and get a better look at his cock, simply telling me to relax as his hands worked up my calves.

His fingers went dancing up from my ankles to my knees, rubbing his hands along the down on the inner sides of my calves, before climbing up on the bed and straddling my legs as his hands moved up to the backs of my thighs.

I strained to see Carl in the mirror, but could only see his upper torso. He noticed me looking at him that way for the first time and smiled while shaking a tube of something that he had in his hand.

After opening it he squirted some into his palm and began to rub it into my lower back and ass cheeks. His kneading was strong and made my muscles go limp as he deftly worked me over, and as he gradually moved up from my back to my shoulders I could feel his balls on my backside.

"How was that?" Carl asked after he finished.

"Great," I said. "Can I do you too?"

"Maybe later," Carl said, rolling me onto my back as he knelt next to me.

"Omigod!" I said when I saw Carl's cock swaying in front of him as he balanced himself on the bed.

"You like it?" Carl asked, enjoying my reaction to the long fat erection that swung around a beat behind the rest of his body as he moved.

I couldn't say a word, so hypnotized was I by the sight of his huge cock, and while it probably wasn't John Holmes it was at least twice the size of my own and much bigger than my pal Tommy's too. Having measured Tommy's myself and knowing it to be a little over 6", Carl's had to be 8" or even longer.

"Doesn't matter how big it is," Carl assured me after I asked him for specifics. "I can guarantee you that after looking at you all this time, it's never been bigger than it is right now." 

"Can I - you know - touch it?"

"Why don't you just relax and let me take care of you some more?" Carl said, positioning me so that my hands were behind my head and I was flat on my back.

As his beefy hands oiled up my chest my eyes never strayed from Carl's cock which remained almost fully erect. The bell-shaped head of his huge organ had a bead of cum on the tip, and a the bead began to stretch down as it moved, finally dropping down onto the bedding.

"You caused that," Carl said, apparently having been aware of my observing his member. "I've never experienced such a beautiful body as yours before.

Carl smiled as he toyed with the tiny spray of hair under my arm much like he had the ones on my chest, and as his eyes went lower he saw my boner sticking up in the air.

"I see that you've could back to life already," Carl said, reaching down and touching my dick with his hand for the first time. "Mmm... you get so hard too."

My dick disappeared in his right hand while he grabbed my balls with his left, rolling my nuts around in his palm while spinning his other hand around my stalk.

"No wonder you came so much before," Carl mentioned just before bending down. "You've got quite a pair on you."

Maybe my balls looked bigger because of what was above them, but they are a decent size and his words made me tingle as much as his hand did.

I had grown tired of watching and let my hand go over to the back of Carl's thighs as his mouth went down on my dick, and from there it was a short trip down between his legs where I ran into his balls.

Now THIS was a pair, I thought as I squeezed what felt like plums hanging in an over-sized pouch. Carl squirmed and opened his legs wider to accommodate my efforts in working his balls, although his cock remained out of reach.

I got distracted by my orgasm, which snuck up on us both. As I sprayed Carl's throat once again, I heard him choke a bit before swallowing it all once more.

"Sorry," I said. "I wasn't expecting that."

"It's okay," Carl assured me.

"Can I play with you now?"

...

Chapter Six: Playing with Carl.

"You want to jerk me off?" Carl said, rolling onto his back while I got up to my knees. "You don't have to, you know."

"I know," I told him. "I want to."

Looking at Carl in the eye though, I lost my nerve for a second when faced with the long fat hose which rested on his lower stomach. Swallowing hard, I reached down and lifted the heavy tool up and stretched the semi-turgid organ out.

"Here," Carl said, offering me the lube which I eagerly accepted.

Having oiled my hands, I went back to Carl's cock. How different his felt than my own, or even Tommy's. Carl's was so large that it felt like a living thing, pulsating in my hands as I could swear I felt the blood rushing to it and I began to pull on him. 

Soon he got hard again, and now with his cock erect in my hands I got a whole different perspective the size of it, with my fists only barely able to reach around it and only covering half of his length. I did just what I always did with Tommy's dick, only with Carl I was able to use both hands on him at once, spinning and pumping from the tip right down to the base hidden under his coarse pubes .

"You're hard again," Carl noticed, and I was startled to see that my pointer was indeed pointing once more.

"Guess I like what I'm doing," I opined, watching his cock get redder and more distressed looking because of my feverish pumping of it.

"I love your hands on my cock. Tommy's a lucky guy. Do me a favor, Peter."

"What's that?"

"Straddle me," Carl instructed, moving me from beside him to on top of him. "That's it. Now rub our cocks together."

"Like this?" I asked, bringing the tip of my dick towards Carl's.

"Yes," Carl hissed. "Like that. Rub the tips of them together. Real hard. Yes!"

I did as Carl asked, and even though the sight of Carl's fat plum-sized glans squishing against the tiny acorn of my dick was embarrassing at first, the feeling of the sensitive openings grew more and more exciting to me the more we did it.

Carl cried out suddenly, and when I looked down I saw his milky white seed spurt out all over my dick, coating me with his spunk. Watching that made me cum as well, although I suspect that my that point it was more feeling than cum as a little of my spunk blended with his.

I kept rubbing us both together until we were both limp, and even after that I kept pulling on Carl's cock, delighting in the rubbery, elastic nature of his manhood until he pulled me down beside him and cradled me in his arms as he spooned up behind me.

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Chapter Seven: Temptation.

I may have fallen asleep for a little while, and judging by Carl's breathing I suspected he had as well. Needing to pee, I extricated myself from his hold and went to the bathroom. When I came back into the room I saw Carl had rolled over onto his back.

Carl's limp cock hung onto his hip, the wrinkled organ still an impressive sight in repose. I eased onto the bed and stared at his manhood for the longest time, trying to work up the courage to do what I had been tempted to do to Tom for so long.

Throwing my inhibition beside, I bowed my head down until my face was just inches away from his cock, keeping my eyes fixed on Carl's. If he ever looked at me I knew I would chicken out, so I just kept breathing on the beige hose, watching the red hairs that surrounded it wave in the breeze.

Finally, I brought my lips down to the head, kissing it lightly. When Carl didn't flinch, I let my tongue slide all over the tip of it. Carl groaned and rolled over a bit, making it even easier for me. Soon I had the fat head of him in my mouth, and as I kept looking at Carl for reaction, I grew even bolder.

Now I was pulling on the shaft of his cock with my hand while sucking as much of the rest as I could. I couldn't get much past the head of it, but as I felt Carl start to thicken and lengthen I started to really get into it. 

I knew Carl was probably awake by now, but I pretended that he was still asleep, and even though my jaw was starting to ache I kept going. Carl's hand was running through my hair as I kept moving my lips over the ridge of his glans, and then I heard him gasp that he was coming.

Panic came over me, but I didn't want to ruin this for Carl so when I felt his cock throb in my hand I stuck the flat of my tongue against the tip of his dick. Just in time, apparently, as I felt his cum spurt out against it, blocking it so it didn't gag me.

I didn't like the taste of it, but let it roll out of my mouth until he was done, finally letting his spent cock plop down before looking up at him.

"That was so good," Carl said. "Your friend Tommy would like some of that too, I'll bet."

"Maybe," I replied,and wondered if I would get the nerve to do it to him someday.

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Chapter Eight: Could I?

The question came up around midnight, just after I went to the window and looked out at what was a genuine ice storm that had turned the parking lot of the motel into a skating rink.

Crawling back into bed, I snuggled behind Carl and gave him the weather forecast, but he found it amusing. Not my weather report, but what was poking him in the back.

"You can't be hard again."

"Sorry."

"Don't apologize," Carl said. "I know how to get rid of that. Unless..."

"What?"

"Unless you want some of what you're poking at."

That hadn't been on my mind at all, but when my dick slipped into Carl's ass crack I thought back to the movie and the way that the guy put his cock in the other man's ass.

"I don't know," I said, but Carl was already rolling onto his hands and knees while nodding toward the lube.

"Put a little on your finger and slide it in me," Carl said as he raised his ass in the air, exposing his puckered anus to me.

I greased my finger and moved it in between his plump ass cheeks and right to the ring, pausing for a second before letting it slide inside of Carl. It was warm and snug inside, and after dipping my digit in and out of him a few times I climbed in behind him with my dick in hand.

The only problem was that I couldn't reach my target. My dick wasn't long enough to get more than just the very tip inside of Carl no matter how much I spread him and how hard I strained.

"It's okay," Carl said after he became aware of my growing frustration.

"This feels nice though," I noticed as I let his ass cheeks squeeze my dick between them, and when I started moving my hips like I was actually inside of Carl, he began grinding back into me.

"Ooh. That's nice," Carl groaned, as I guess my dick kept dipping a little bit inside of him with each thrust.

"Cumming," I grunted, and Carl moaned as I spurted my load into his ass crack.

"That felt really nice," Carl said as I looked down at my cum dripping down from between his legs. 

"I liked it too," I admitted, although it would have been nice to experience what being inside of a man would have been like, and I mentioned to Carl that if I was going to ever be able to do that I would have to find a guy with a bony little butt like mine with no padding on it.




Peter Visits the Petit Cinema



"Your butt isn't bony," Carl said. "You've got a sweet little ass on you."

"Do you want to?" I asked.

"Do I want to - you mean?" Carl asked. "Sure, but - no. We better not."

"Why?" I asked. "Does it hurt a lot? The man in the movie seemed to like it."

"I just don't want to ruin this night for you," Carl said.

"Guess I'm just curious," I told him, looking over at his cock which seemed to be reacting to our conversation. "Does it excite you? Me talking about having you put your dick in my ass?"

Carl said nothing, and when I reached over and began to run the flat of my hand along the underside of it as it rested on his stomach, I felt it surge a bit.

"It does excite you," I said. "You can if you want to. Maybe just a little bit?"

"Peter..."

"It's okay. Like you said before. I'm nervous but not scared."

"it's going to take a while," Carl said.

"Guess we have all night," I said, the sound of the sleet against the motel windows having never let up a bit.

Carl had me get on my hands and knees with my butt up as high as I could get it. I felt the cool wet sensation of the lube against the taut ring, and grunted when I felt Carl's finger inch inside of me.

"Oh, that's tight babe," Carl whispered, and I gasped as he worked it deeper inside of me.

That was just a finger, I thought to myself. How much fatter was his cock than that? It didn't seem possible that he would be able to get that inside of me, even a little bit, because the head of his cock was the fattest part.

Gradually, the finger began to feel good to me, and after a few minutes I began to grind into Carl's hand.

"Ready?" Carl asked, and I felt what had to be his middle finger squeezing into me along with his index finger.

I exhaled loudly, causing Carl to ask me if I was alright, and after I grunted that I was okay I felt myself get stretched out wider as he moved them in a corkscrewing fashion until they completely impaled me.

"You okay, Peter?" Carl asked. "How does it feel?"

It felt like he had put his fist up inside of me right to the elbow, but I wanted him inside me so bad that I ignored the pain.

"Please," I begged, and then I felt Carl's fingers slip out of me, followed by the feeling of his body against mine as he brought his cock up to my anus, which felt like it was still wide open.

I bit down into the pillow as I felt Carl trying to gently push the swollen head of his member inside of me. When he got it in the point where the head of his cock flared out around the ridge, I couldn't help the squeal that I was unable to contain by biting the pillow.

I felt Carl start to pull away, but it was so close that I forced myself back into him. A searing flash of pain, and then a soft popping sound and he was in me.

"Peter?" Carl cried as my knees began to slide out on me.

"Okay," I said, feeling Carl slide us down so that we were on our sides, and he held my left leg at the knee, lifting it high as he could.

"Tell me when to stop," Carl said. "Omigod this is so good."

"Is it all the way in?" I gasped.

"Almost," Carl said, although he would later admit that he never got much more that the head of his cock inside of me, but didn't want to ruin it for me.

It didn't matter, because it felt like all 8 or 9 inches were tunneling deep into my ass, and after a while it started to feel good to me, with Carl holding me tight and rocking gently inside of me, leaving the head inside of me and just moving an inch of so back and forth.

Carl took my my wrist and raised it up toward the headboard, twisting my upper torso a bit, and began to lick my armpit, running his tongue up and down the little cluster of hairs that were pasted to my skin with perspiration.

"Even your sweat is sweet," Carl said, moving his hand down my chest and finding my dick. "And your cock is hard again too."

"Feels so good," I grunted as Carl pinched the base of my dick hard, letting the subtle thrusting of his hips do all the work.

"You're gonna cum, aren't you Peter?" Carl gasped. "Try to hold back. Hold it."

"Trying," I gasped as Carl's hips began rocking faster, and when I heard Carl groan into my ear he stopped squeezing my dick and began jerking it hard. 

I felt a blast of warmth in my bowels as Carl's cock twitched inside of me, and I began to cum as well, spurting my seed onto the bedding as Carl milked me hard.

I could feel Carl's cock getting smaller inside of me, but even then it still smarted when he pulled the head of it out of me. It was tough to get my legs together at first, as it felt like he was still inside of me.

"Thank you," Carl said after catching his breath. "That was the best ever. Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yeah," I said, and while I wasn't sure if I ever wanted to experience it again, especially with a man as big as Carl, I was happy that I had tried it and had been man enough to take it.

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Chapter Nine: The end.

That had been enough for both of us, having given everything we had, so we both dropped off to sleep. Carl woke up before me and retrieved my clothes from the laundry room, returning just as I woke up, and gave me a smile as he tossed a suitcase that he must have had in his car on the bed.

"I'm going to take a shower," Carl said. "Care to join me?"

With some difficulty, I managed to get up and waddle to the shower with Carl, my butt sore and my little dick dead, but after looking at Carl's beautiful cock and getting to soap it up for a minute I had a boner again.

"I'm too old to keep up with you," Carl said as we scrubbed each other's goodies. "I'm sure you could get it up for me again, but probably not before check out time. No sense letting this go to waste though.

With that Carl knelt down and gobbled my dick ravenously until I came once again, and just in time as we seemed to have used up the hot water as Carl rose to his feet again.

We dried each other off with the sorry towels provided, giving me a final chance to handle Carl's cock. Such an incredible looking thing it was, I thought to myself. Way nicer than John Holmes' was.

"What's it like?" I asked. "Having a big cock I mean."

"I think you make too much of that," Carl told me. "I would trade with you any time."

"Deal!" I shouted.

"I'm serious," Carl said. "You have no idea how erotic you look, and I'll bet that once you start getting a little more confident in yourself that you'll realize that.

The morning sun was out, melting the ice that had formed on the cars in the parking lot, and when I looked at Carl's license plate I noticed for the first time that it had Ohio plates on it.

"You aren't from around here?" I said, and that set me back a little.

"No, I'm just passing through on business."

"Oh."

"What's wrong?"

"I dunno," I said. "I was kinda hoping that - you know."

"I'm flattered," Carl said. "Actually, I'm driving this car out to Boston. My daughter's going to school out there and we bought her this car as a present, so I though I would surprise her with it."

"You're married and have kids?"

"Yes. I'm bisexual, but I haven't done anything like this since before I was married," Carl confessed. "I stopped here when the weather got nasty and I happened to see that theatre so I hopped in. I noticed you and got concerned. Maybe it was the father in me, although nothing I did after picking you up was very fatherly."

"I'm really glad you picked me up."

"I am too, and not just because you gave me the most incredible night possible either," Carl said. "That movie theatre? That's not a place for a boy like you."

"I know! Carl said before I could interrupt him. "You're a man. You told me that, and you proved it last night. I don't mean in that way. I mean that you're not very street-wise. The guys in that theatre aren't likely to be looking out for what's best for you, and I'm afraid bad things could happen to you. You have a look about you that can attract the wrong kind of people."

"I'll be careful," I assured him.

"I hope so," Carl said. "Then again, I was 18 once myself, so this advice will probably suffer the same fate as the advice I used to get."

Carl drove me home, dropping me off at the corner so as to not arouse suspicion, and after we shook hands he drove off. I was a bit depressed, because I really liked the guy and I knew I would never see him again.

Of course, I reasoned. I was lucky enough to cross paths with Carl. Who knows? Maybe there were other men down at the Petit Cinema just as nice as him.

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