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I supposed it is that twinkle in a boy's eyes no matter what color the eyes, and the way their freshly washed hair bounces in unison with each step, move, or motion of their head. And when you add to that a broad, unihibited smile, and a lean-yet-muscular frame, you then know why it is that any true boylover loves boys. Of course, a pinch of devilish games and a measure or two of loving to be tickled, along with the insatiable quality of wanting to learn everything by asking, "Why?" definitely contributes to a boy being a boy.
I am partial to the proverbial blonde-hair/blue-eyed boy, anywhere from puberty on up to mid-twenties (with there of course being a few exceptions in either direction).
Ah yes, the exceptions to the usual.
I moved into a apartment complex in the basically gay section of my fine city in order to be closer to the gay public, both private and businesses. It was a good move for me, and to this day I still don't regret the move. With each additional week and month, I found new places to go, visit, and frequent. And it was on one such excusion that I met Jonathan. I was not too much a fan of the bath houses, x-rated theatres, etc, but I did occasion a gay XXX-rated movie one afternoon after I got off work. It was fairly much understood that you could go there and watch the movie and pleasure yourself, or you could perhaps meet up with someone and get each other off.
The movie house was very strict about ensuring they ID'd each person who entered, making sure everyone had a valid piece of identification that proved that they were 18 or over.
While I was watching some nice blow job action on the screen, this young boy sat down next to me and just smiled as me as he sat down. It was visibly obvious that we both had erect dicks beneath our clothing (of course we both checked each other out! hehehe), and the boy glanced over at me and said, "That's some nice technique that guy is using there, eh?"
I glanced back over at him and nearly had a catch of my breath. Holy shit, this boy wasn't just sorta good looking, he was stunning. He had light brown hair cut in kind of a step-cut, and electric emerald green eyes. I had never to that day nor since met anyone with such glowing green eyes.
"Yeah," I commented back, "the other guy won't last long. I don't see how he could."
And we both quietly laughed.
The boy said "Hey", and nodded at my visibly erect dick, "want some help with that?" Smiling.
"Well, your asking me almost caused me to blow my load," I laughed, "so sure, whatever ya want."
He got on the floor between my legs, and looked up at me with those eyes. Damn!
He quietly kissed my dick from the bottom of the shaft to the top, through the cloth, and then licked from bottom to top. I arched my back slightly in response. He smiled up at me, and unzipped my pants and reached through with his right hand and rubbed my dick through my underwear.
"Ugh!" was all I could say.
He pulled my dick out of my underwear, and eyed it carefully, as if assessing his task
He quiety laughed, and then began licking my dick like a lollipop. Up and down, around the top, both at the same time, and finally he suck my cock down his throat.
"Mmmmppphhh," was all he could say.
He was fantastic. His shiny hair bobbed up and down in the dim light. Occasionally he would look up, stop, and flash his beautiful eyes and smile at me for a moment. He was doing an incredible job of bringing me to a huge, crashing orgasm. I could feel it building, fast, plentiful, and with so much sensation that I almost couldn't stay in my seat. He was letting my cock out of his mouth, rubbing it around his lips, nose, cheeks, literally making love to my dick. I hoarsely said, "hey, i'm there!"
And he put his mouth back on and sucked me like a vacuum.
I came like a freight train, with his beautiful shining hair bouncing up and down, his mouth locked securely on me, and his hands fondling my balls like delicate eggs.
I don't know how much noise I made. But when I was done, he was just sitting there on his knees, arms propped up on my legs, smiling at me like he'd succeeded in giving me the best blow job of my life. Which he had.
"Well?" he asked coyly.
"Whew! Awesome," I responded. "Now.... it's your turn."
He smiled. "Cool," he said, and that smile and those eyes again caused my head to reel.
He quickly sat down and pushed down his pants and underwear, and I was confronted by a sculpted penis. Beautiful shaft, crafted and even mushroom head slightly flared out, beautiful boy bush, and nice balls suspended just so.
He was leaning back in his chair, eyes closed, theatre movie light dancing off his hair, big grin on his face.
I went to work. I gently massaged his balls, kneading them ever-so-sweetly, squeezing gently, coaxing every last drop of sperm out of their resevoirs and into motion. I used light, fleeting touches of my lips around his penis, up and down the shaft, lips around the head and down to the very base of his near 7" erect cock. I could see the tenseness in the hips and lower abdomen muscles, telling me I was doing well. I would alternately use fairly heavy sucking motions, and light fleeting brushes of my lips. He was racing forward to an incredible ejaculation. I wormed my index finger up his glory hole, massaging his prostate area.
He was squirming all over the place. Breathing increasing almost to a pant. Suddenly his mouth opened, and he tried very hard to tell me he was coming, but I already knew.
His magnificent dick has swelled and hardened, he was arching his butt off the chair, and nearly did a stomach crunch just prior to his first squirt.
He grabbed my hair, panted, and grunted quietly and discretely, and came for what seemed like the better part of a minute. When he quit, he was sweaty, out of breath, and a tear escaped one of his eyes.
"Why," he panted, "why did you do it like that?"
I had one of those fear-chills, liked I'd done something wrong.
"Why what?" I asked, quietly and as softly as I could.
He shook his head, obviously trying to clear his thoughts, moving that magnificent hair side to side. DAMN this boy was sexy, I could hardly stand it! But clearly I had befuddled him a bit, and I wanted to clear up whatever was in the way of our getting to know each other.
"Why did you do me like that?"
"Oh no, did I hurt you? Did I do something wrong?" Tears I am sure welled up in my eyes.
He sputtered and half-laughed, shaking his head no. "HELL no! Not EVEN!" he laughed. "I just have n-e-v-e-r had anyone take so much care to get ME off. That wasn't just better than anything else I've ever had, it was in another universe altogether!" His eyes were wide, his facial expression that of someone taken aback, but not in a bad way.
"Are you kidding? Geeze, you did ME like you were making love to my dick, it was so erotic I couldn't even stay in my chair. If it wasn't that my dick was in your mouth I would've jumped outta my seat!" I laughed.
We both laughed hard, and not so quietly. A few head turned, but we pulled our pants up and buttoned up, paying them no mind.
"Oddly enough," I began, "this is my first trip to this theatre."
"No WAY," he said, "this was mine too."
We both laughed at that one.
I couldn't believe that me, in my mid-30's, had just had sex with an 18-year old and had the best oral sex of my life. I couldn't get it out of my head. It wasn't just good, it had bowled me over. The kid was also sorta staring ahead at the movie screen, thinking.
"Well, I am seriously considering coming back here for another movie sometime," I joked.
He burst out laughing. "Uh, like tomorrow!?" he roared.
"Sssshhh!" I said, "we'll get thrown out and then have no where to meet."
We both laughed again.
I looked at him and he looked at me.
"You're a pretty good lookin' guy, if you don't mind me telling you that," he said.
"Yeah, whatever!" I joked back. "You don't need to tell me stuff to get me to come back, I'd come back for sure if you said you'd be here."
He looked a bit injured. "I wasn't trying to justify what I did, at all. I meant what I said. I was giving you a compliment."
"Ok, my apologies," I said. "I accept your compliment," and I smiled.
He smiled back.
"Ok, ok," I put my hand up in a 'stop' sort of sign. "I have got to be honest here. You have GOT to know that you are gorgeous. I mean, you hair is p-e-r-f-e-c-t, your eyes are a color of green that I have n-e-v-e-r seen before, and your smile is like, wow."
"Yeah", he moped a bit. "I know."
"What?" I said. "Hey, let's make a pact, here. If we are gonna get to know each other, then let's set something up now. We always try to sort out an upset, or a misunderstanding. Otherwise, shit, it this whole thing just goes away."
"Ok" he said, and pondered for a second or two. "Well, I k-n-o-w I am good looking. But I don't want that to be all that someone wants me for. Otherwise, I feel like I am just a piece of meat in a meat market. Oh, this cut of meat looks good, let's have this one tonight."
"Ok, fair enough," I said. "Just in talking to you, I can tell you are not just some sorta bimbo or dummy. I read people pretty well, and I can tell you that I am most interested in getting to know you more."
He smiled.
I shook my head.
"What?" he asked.
"Your smile just melts me, that's all. It's not just that you smile, it just seems genuine, and it really lights up your face bigtime."
"Oh, ok. Uh, thanks."
I laughed. Then he laughed.
"How about no names for now. We sorta just let today go, be what it was, and if we both decide to be here like we say, then so be it. We'll meet here, and if we both show up, we'll know we each thought it over and decided to come back. From there, if you want, we can go out for a burger, or a real movie, if you want."
"I'll be here tomorrow same time," he responded. "I h-a-v-e thought it over. I'm coming back."
He smiled coyly, and yet almost boyish and innocent at the same time.
"Perfect, I'll c'ya here then!" I gave him a small kiss on the forehead, and got up and walked out........
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