Years had past since the time in a gay movie there when a stranger had lured him behind the screen. But it was a memory as fresh as yesterday. He had been nervous going there, but the curiosity and need was so strong that he had to do it.
They took his money and didn't ask about his age which was a good thing. He'd be eighteen in a few months but just couldn't wait until then. Living in the same city as this place made him even more nervous about going there. "what if anyone who knows me sees me there?" he thought but then realized they were there too..
On the screen was an older man befriending and seducing a young guy. But faster then a movie on television, the story moved to the point where the younger was naked and having sex with the man.
It was dark, so he didn't try to hide the bulge his erection made. Silhouetted forms moved here and there in the theater. Some sat in seats, others stood along the walls and a few , like he remained in the back.
The hand didn't startle him. He stared at the screen while it felt his erection, then his butt and slid under his tee shirt to locate his nipples. Precum was spilling out of his cockhead making a wetspot on his shorts. He was loving the anonymity and the beginning of doing the types of things he always wanted to do.
The whisper was simple "follow me" and he did what the man asked.
Behind the screen was a large room, filled with bodies..many were naked. guys were kissing, others sucking some fucking. The reversed image on the screen cast a blue like hazy light over the group. There were so many people there he couldn't seen the floor.
A hand moved him to the back of the room where it was dark. and began to undress him. Lips kissed his neck, chest, nipples and mouth. His cock was being handled and his butt cheeks too were being explored. He realized that more then just the silhouetted man from the theater were now playing with him.
Like a scene in a porn film, he slowly moved to the floor among the sea of bodies there and performed every type of sex he had ever fantasized about. He had never done it before..but it was all natural to him. Not even buttfucking hurt him.
Drained and exhausted he found a pile of clothing and was happy to discover it was his. He left the theater feeling strange, empty and wishing he were still there naked..where people wanted him, played with him, touched him and had sex with him.
But that was years and years ago. Since then, there had been affairs, bath houses, lovers left him, friends , orgies and experimentation into roll playing, kink and even a period of celebacy.
He was much older now. No longer a "boy" in anyone's eyes. He had had a few boys of his own some for long periods of time, some acting like boyslaves others like sons he'd never have.
It was at a dinner with friends that he talked about the problems of aging and no longer being seen as the desireable boy. The group was drinking and exchanging stories of their own loves lost and found. "You'll always be a boy if you think you are" one of them said.
The phone rang that night as he was dressing for bed. One of the men from the dinner talked to him and invited him to his place that night. "I'm ten years older then you..you can be my boy"
It was strange. The man was indeed older then he. Pleasant and fatherly. A glass of wine, the roarin fireplace, the ocean lapping floors below and the mans attentiveness slowly helped him feel like the boy he used to be.
The sex wasn't a frantic but it was romantic, loving, affectionate and fulfilling. As he lay naked in the man's bed with the man's arms around him, he sighed knowing that somehow he'd been able to relive some of the needs he had had in years gone by.
The following weekend he met the man's lover. The lover was a bit older and just as pleasant and nice. Though startled at the request, he stripped naked and both men examined and played with him. They wouldn't let him dress the entire weekend and kept referring to him as boy or son.
He in turn had to address them as SIR, or DADDY. By the time the weekend ended he had had more orgasms then he had in quite awhile. The late Sunday hour heralded a return to his life however and he felt sad as he walked to his car.
Mid week the phone conversation came that changed his life. He couldn't believe what they said. They both liked him, no they said they loved him. He would be thier boy fulltime and when could he move in.
It's still strange. .. being a mature man himself. But in he privacy of his two Daddies home, he is a kid..their boy...an older boy to be sure..but treated, loved, punished and needed as he used to be...
...and now he was needed again.