Dirty Movies

Published on Apr 27, 1996

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Dirty Movies

Joe hung up the phone an ripped off the page on which

he'd scrawled the directions to the farm. A whole weekend of

fucking and sucking with Tim. The thought of it made his

heart pound and his prick stiffen.

He glanced at the clock. If he hurried, there'd be just

enough time to shower and drive to Cinema II.

What he really wanted to do was think of Tim and beat

off in the shower with the hot water streaming down his body.

But there wasn't time, not if he wanted to be in his seat

when the picture started.

But he was seated in plenty of time. He sat near the

back. Not much of a crowed, he thought. A couple of teenage

girls down front. A young couple more interested in each

other than a move. Three boys from McKinley High wolfing

down jumbo boxes of popcorn.

Just before the lights dimmed, a guy strolled down the

aisle. He walked about a third of the way down, then turned

and walked back, as if he were looking for someone. The

blond youth's eyes caught Joel's, held for a second, then

dropped to the floor.

In that second, Joel saw an unnameable something that

sent liquid fire through his veins. He bolted upright in his

seat. He didn't know what he'd do if the guy walked out. He

felt compelled to follow him. But Joel relaxed when the

youth sat down across the aisle, in the same row as Joel.

The blond, dressed in white, slouched in his seat, one

kneed propped against the back of the seat in front of him,

his elbows on the armrests. Long, graceful fingers formed a

tent.

Joel had never seen him before--not at McKinley or on

the streets of Penwood. If he had, he would never have

forgotten him. Never.

The blond looked like a handsome college kid who should

be IN the movies not AT the movies. Maybe a college freshman

on summer vacation. But why would he come to a dead-end town

like Penwood? Especially dressed in dazzling white Ocean

Pacifics--corduroy shorts, light-weight jacket, sleeves

pushed up, collar up. A walking fashion magazine.

The guys at McKinley would have laughed their asses off

it they'd seen a dream like him strolling the halls. Showed

what assholes the guys were at McKinley.

Joel wanted to be like the strange in every way. That's

the way Joel was going to dress when he started at Penn State

in the fall.

As the lights dimmed, Joel slid a glance in the college

kid's direction. The youth's hand dropped to his knee, then

slid up his bare thigh and came to rest on his basket.

Even in that light Joel could see the pale hairs on the

blond's thighs. It make him hot. He'd like to put his hand

on the thigh. Or, better yet, his tongue. He'd lick the

blond hairs. Lick his way right up under his shorts.

Joel made a grab for his own stiffening cock. He could

cream his Jockeys just thinking about licking the blond's

crotch. Except for Tim, Penwood had never seen a more

handsome guy than the one across the aisle.

Announcements flashed on the screen. Turning his head

slightly to the left, Joel propped his chin on this hand. He

pretended to read the announcements, but his eyes were glued

to the blond.

Joel's breath caught when the blond gave his basket a

blatant squeeze. The blond's tongue came out as if he were

trying to touch his nose, but instead, it moved back and

forth across his upperlip. Then he made matters worse by

rubbing his basket with his open hand.

Joel's heart thundered. His hard cock started drooling

pre-come, wetting his shorts. He squeezed his cock as if he

could halt the flow of his juices.

Sliding down in his seat and raising his knee, Joel sat

in a position similar to the blond's and made a bid show of

massaging his cock.

It seemed to turn the blond on; his hand movements

picked up speed. But it floored Joel when the hot blond

worked his hand up under the leg opening of his shorts, his

hand moving as if he were jerking off in his pants.

The feature started, but Joel had forgotten the name of

the picture he'd come to see. The show across the aisle was

a thousand times better.

Joel quivered all over when the blond worked his cock

out of the leg opening. He gave his boner a couple of lewd

shakes, rolled back his shorts to expose more of his hard-on,

then lifted his ass off the seat and fucked his dick up in

the air.

The light was dim, but Joel knew the cock was out in the

open, could see its silhouette, see its impressive length and

breadth. Even the marrow of Joel's bones started to cook.

The college boy pushed down the upended seat next to

him. He made motions with his head.

It was as if Joel were a robot and the blond was working

the controls. Joel got up, blindly crossed the aisle, and

dropped into the seat beside the blond.

Before Joel could even reach for the blond's exposed

cock, the blond was giving Joel's crotch a lively feeling up.

"Get yours out," the blond said, his lips near Joel's

ear, so near that Joel felt down Joel's back.

Joel's trembling hands tore at his zipper. He whipped

out his boner. His dick head was wet with his sex juices,

drooling like a rabid animal.

They reached for each other at the same time. Joel

explored and stroked the stranger's feverish, stone-hard

prick, felt his fleecy thigh.

The blond gave Joel's wet prick a spirited jacking. It

was more than Joel could take. He bent over and licked the

blond's silky prick head. The handsome, clean-cut dick

throbbed against his lips. The position was awkward, but

Joel shifted in his seat until he was able to take the dick

head in his mouth. He sucked hungrily; his tongue thrashed.

The blond took Joel's head in both hands and pulled him

from his prick.

"The men's room," he whispered in Joel's ear, sending

more hot shivers up and down his spine. "You go first. I'll

be there in about five minutes."

Stuffing his boner back in his pants, Joel found his way

to the men's room. Two stalls, three urinals, two sinks. He

paced the floor, his hands shaking, his cock so hard he

thought it would explode.

Had it been some kind of trick? Would he ever see the

good-looking blond again? It was the longest five minutes of

his life.

Then the blond burst through the door, into the bright

light of the restroom. He was ever better-looking than Joel

had thought. His expensively cut silver-blond hair was

becomingly short and brushed to perfection. A small gold

ring glinted at his left ear. "In here," the blond said,

pulling open the door of a stall. For a stranger in town, he

seemed to be well acquainted with the men's room at Cinema

II.

Joel went into the booth. The blond came in and flipped

the bolt.

The handsome stranger caught Joel in a manly hug and

kissed his mouth. The intensity of his tongue-thrashing kiss

rocked Joel like a nuclear blast. The delicious spearmint

flavor of his mouth amalgamated with the copper taste of sex

in Joel's mouth. Hot puffs of air burst from the stranger's

nose and burned Joel's feverish skin.

Joel's hands worked over the hot blond-up and down his

back, his ass, worked their way up the legs of his shorts.

The college student broke their embrace. "Stand up

there," he said, indicating the toilet bowl.

Joel climbed up onto the toilet seat, leaning against

the wall and hunching his hips forward. His horny cock

tentpoled his jeans.

With one hand, the blond massaged Joel's boner. He

unzipped him with his free hand. Eager to please, Joel

helped. He released the button at the waistband and pushed

his jeans and underpants down. The jeans fell to his feet.

His Jockeys hung around his knees. He rolled his T-shirt to

his tits, exposing as much of his body as he could. He

watched the blond's face light up when his private parts were

fully exposed. Joel was selfconscious of his skimpy patch of

pubic hair, but he was proud of his fat eight incher.

"Nice," the blond purred. "You've got a thick one." He

squeezed Joel's pulsing prick. The sticky stuff oozing from

Joel's cock slit didn't seem to bother him. His other hand

flondled Joel's belly, his dark crotch hair, his balls, his

thighs.

Forming an O with his lips, the blond took Joel's sticky

dick head into his mouth, clamped his mouth shut, and slid

down the entire length of Joel's thick meat.

Joel felt his dick knob burst through his soft palate

and plunge into the ovenlike heat of his gullet. Closing his

eyes, Joel groaned and tangled his fingers in the college

student's silky silver-blond hair.

When he opened his eyes and looked down, Joel saw that

the blond had gobbled his cock to the balls. His head turned

from side to side as he rubbed his nose in Joel's crotch

hair.

Then the blond let the entire prick slip from his mouth.

He took the full length of Joel's cock in the same manner at

least a dozen times.

Pointing his tongue, the blond flicked it at Joel's

come slit. After he'd painted the whole know with spit, he

worked out on the underside of Joel's tingling dick--the

groove, the pleasure spot--the spot where his gut-grabbing

orgasms started. The eye of the storm.

And a storm was brewing in Joel's balls now. He totally

gave himself up to the pleasure of the blond's hot sucking

mouth.

The college student played with Joel's balls and

hammered on a greedy portion of his spit-streaming, throbbing

prick. Excess spit soaked his cock hair, ran down and

tickled his balls.

Joel could tell by the way the blond sucked that he

wanted Joel's load. So Joel didn't try to hold back. He let

himself be tossed about in a stormy sea of passion. He felt

himself being dragged closer and closer to the edge.

As his passion soared, he started crying out, moaned,

clutched handfuls of blond hair, and fucked into the handsome

stranger's hammering face.

"I'm gonna shoot!" Joel warned in a hoarse whisper.

"Uh, uh, uh!"

Reaching out, Joel grasped the metal partitions on

either side and hung on. The mind-blowing climax took hold

and rendered him helpless. His knees buckled, and he pumped

what seemed to be a half-liter of cock cream.

The bond slurped down the entire load like man

dehydrated in the desert. After he's scavenged every drop,

he looked up at Joel and smiled, wiping the corners of his

mouth with his thumb and middle finger.

"Do you want to suck me off?" he asked.

"Hell, yes!"

Pulling his jeans up to his knees, Joel swapped places

with the blond, and he was face to face with the college

kid's crotch. His white OPs bulged. It looked like he's

stuffed a grapefruit down his shorts.

Joel let his fingers trail up and down the blond's

golden-haired thighs he unzipped. The front fell open and

showed a bulging pair of bikini briefs in a sexy shade of

yellow, a strip of milky belly.

When the shorts came down, Joel saw that even his cock

hair was blond, darker than the hair on his head and thighs,

more gold than silver. Then his cock sprang out into

brilliant light of florescent panels overhead.

The stranger's cock was as beautiful as the rest of him-

-long, slender. Delicate skin, lightly veined. It was the

longest boner Joel had ever seen. A nine-incher, he guessed.

Joel wrapped his lips around the upthrusting cock and

worked his way up and down, eating the prick as if gnawing

kernels from an ear of corn.

He took the head and gluttonous portion of the long

shaft in his mouth. He sawed up and down slowly, tenderly,

getting high and rock-hard on the erotic taste of the blond's

long meat.

It had been only a little more than a week since Joel

had a cock in his mouth. It seemed like months.

After a couple of minutes of sucking, Joel let the wet

tool slip from his mouth and pulled back to admire it.

The wet, perfectly shaped head was pink and as shiny-

bright as a Christmas ball. He gave it a spirited tonguing,

the went back to hammering up and down the cock's extravagant

length. He twisted one on the slippery shaft and used his

other hand to massage the blond's swollen balls.

It felt good to have a cock in his mouth, his head

buzzing with the smell of sex and male crotch. He could have

gone on like this for hours.

His own cock was hard and jerked in midair. It needed a

good pounding, but he was too busy enjoying the stranger's

That could come later.

But all too soon, the hot blond's panting breaths sawed

faster and faster.

"Here it comes! he cried. "Suck my load!"

His spasming cock ballooned and flooded Joel's mouth with a

boiling load of thick jism. Joel thrilled to the load's

staggering richness, holding it in his mouth before letting

the first mouthful slide to his guts. He took a second

mouthful, then sucked the blond's prick until it had almost

completely relaxed. "You're the best thing that's happened

since I came to Penwood," the blond said. He got down of the

toilet seat and pulled his briefs in place.

"Thanks," Joel said, stuffing his boner in his Jockeys.

But not before the blond looked down at it, a hungry look in

his eyes. "Where are you from?"

"The name's Aaron," the blond said. "I'm a student at

Princeton--when I'm not on vacation. My parents moved here

from Philadelphia."

Joel introduced himself while he struggled to close his

fly over his boner. He knew Aaron was watching.

"I have a van in the parking lot," Aaron said. "I've

got a mattress and a blanket. Real cozy inside. D'you want

to see it?" He fingered Joel's hard-on through his clothing.

"We can take everything off."

Boiling lava pumped through Joel's veins. "Let's go!"

They talked as they hurried from the theater to the parking

lot.

Joel learned that Aaron would be a sophomore when he

returned to Princeton in the fall. And that his father was

the new vice-president at the mill. It had been all over the

morning paper that the mill, Penwood's only industry, had

recently been sold to a huge conglomerate.

Aaron unlocked the back of the van. Joel crawled in

first.

A mattress took up most of the floor space. The rear

windows, covered with vinyl to give them a frosted look, cast

a soft light over the mattress.

"Take everything off," Aaron said, "I want to see you."

He took off his jacket, his knit pull-over.

When the were naked, Aaron stretched out beside Joel.

Joel grabbed the blond of another exchange of hot kissed and

ground his hard-on against the checks were as downy as a

peach skin. Joel played in the hairs in Aaron's sweaty ass

crack.

Raising on leg in the air and opening up the deep cleft,

Aaron said, "That's why I wanted to come to the van. I

want you to fuck me." He swabbed Joel's ear.

"Roll over," Joel said, sitting up.

Aaron lay facedown, his legs spread. He lifted his ass in

the air and fucked his hard-on into the mattress.

Joel crawled between his legs. He fondled Aaron's downy

cheeks. The fuzz on his luscious globes was so pale it was

almost invisible. Bending down, Joel the other. Then he

covered both cheeks with kisses, his tongue making spit

trails.

Using his thumbs, Joel parted the checks and stared into

the golden crack. There among the hairs Joel save the

blond's pink asshole. He went in nose first, sniffing,

inhaling the aromatic smell of ass. He kissed and sucked the

tender lips, then worked his flapping tongue inside. Aaron

pulled his own ass cheeks apart. He moaned, and pleaded for

an ass fucking. When Aaron's constricting hole was dripping

spit, Joel spit on his fingers and slicked his own cock. The

tight hole surrendered to Joel's probing cock head. Joel

looked down and watched his fat prick disappear into the

asshole's steamy depths.

Aaron shivered and rotated his hot but while Joel

plumbed the depths of his ass chute.

Withdrawing until only the head of his cock remained

inside, Joel started humping, gradually increasing his speed.

The tight ring of muscle and the incredible heat wrapped

around his cock and spread over him like a blanket.

It was as if he'd plunged his cock into a vat of hot

lapping tongues. Every inch of his cock was being caressed

by licking ass membranes.

An overload of passion surged through his system,

turning him into a fucking demon. A hard-humping maniac.

He fucked for more than five minutes, always increasing

his speed, slamming into Aaron's ass with deeper prick-

stabbing thrust. The harder and faster he fucked, the more

Aaron loved it.

"Turn over!" Joel panted, ripping his rigid prick from

the mushy depths of his sucking ass. Joel held his slippery

prick, ready to ram the hot blond as soon as he flipped over.

Aaron rolled and threw his legs over his head, his long

fingers wrapped around his ankles.

It was the way Joel had often fucked his buddy Tim, the

position they had always liked best.

He plugged his cock in the hungry blond's sloppy asshole

and put his ass in passing gear. He rode with style and

vigor.

Before he realized it, Joel was far beyond the point of

no return. He was barreling toward the finish like an out-of

-control vehicle speeding downhill.

"Goddamn it!" he cried. But he continued to accelerate

the speed of his thursts.

He stifled a scream. Sinking his cock to his drawn-up

balls, Joel blew a searing load of fuck juice up Aaron's

love tunnel. When the last of the most violent spasms had

run their course, Joel collapsed on top of Aaron.

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