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I visited the Biograph Cinema in Victoria London in the 70’s as a fairly naïve teenager, who ended up m*****ed. Shame the place closed, I was enjoying being fiddled with by dirty old men.
The Biograph was clearly the haunt of the Dirty Mac Brigade, and all of those sorts of men my Mother had told me to watch out for. Aged 18 I’d never even kissed a girl let alone had someone else make me cum. So, I was drawn back to the place. Like any teenager I wanked at least daily, but the previous episodes had become my favourite wanking material and I just had to go back for more.
A week after my last visit, I dressed up again in a red lacy Basque I’d knicked off a neighbours washing line and black stockings I had ummm borrowed from a local shop, underneath loose fitting trousers and a baggy sweatshirt, and by mid-day made my way back to The Biograph. There was a large mature blond, quite blousy woman at the kiosk, think of Bet Lynch off Corrie. She looked me up and down and then turned me away, come back in 2 or 3 years she said, as I scuttled out of the ticket lobby burning with shame and embarrassment.
Dressing up was something I did behind the safety of a locked bathroom door, so being out and about with my naughty secret on under my clothes was quite a thrill, so I wandered about for around an hour before deciding to head for home. On the spur of the moment I decided to go home via the cinema, and noticed that it was an oldish guy now manning the kiosk. He looked me up and down a bit as well, but let me in with a slightly disturbing leer and lick of the lips.
As before, when you first walk in apart from the screen you can’t see a thing, the lighting was minimal. It takes a good 15 minutes for your eyes to adjust. The last time I’d been here I’d sat on a seat on the Left and some horrid bloke had called me a poof while forcing me to suck his cock, hypocrite. So I found an empty on the right hand side in the middle of an empty row, I had to be careful not to be discovered by the management, I was only 18 after all. I sat there for about half an hour not even watching the film. People were almost constantly getting up and moving about, sitting near each other and either moving away or closer together. It was thrilling to watch, knowing that the ones sitting together were probably playing with each others cocks, and once or twice I saw the back of a head disappear and guessed a blow job was being given. An old man who had walked around the front of the cinema, up the side aisle, and taken a seat two away from mine stopped my voyeurism. Turned on as I was, I didn’t really know what to do, so I concentrated on the movie being shown. After 5 or 10 minutes I could no longer ignore him clearing his throat and glanced over to him. I’d say he was late 50’s to mid 60’s and very grandfatherly looking, if that makes sense. Lets say I wouldn’t have been surprised at the offer of a Wurthers Original toffee from him. Anyway, when I glanced over he pulled the Mac that was covering his lap over to one side to reveal he had pulled his trousers down completely and what’s more he was wearing stockings underneath. This was a serious mind-fuck for me, I’d always assumed it was only me who did that and there was something wrong with me. Now, here was someone like me, I was stunned. He took my lack of reaction in the wrong way and before I knew it he had pulled his trousers up and was about to move on. I harrumphed loud enough to catch his attention, and probably the rest of the cinema and he turned back. Nervous as hell, I lifted my top to show him my red Basque. He peered at me like Mr Magoo and started to edge towards the aisle. I threw caution to the wind, and making sure I was bent below the top of the seats I turned my back to him and dropped my trousers, exposing my stockings and panty clad arse. I could tell from his reaction he’d seen them this time and I sat down again before everyone else did, leaving myself on show to him. He was in the seat next to me at a rate of knots unseen of by a man his age. Initially he didn’t have enough hands, he was stroking my legs, rubbing my crutch, pinching my nipples, playing with my arse crack and everything in between, all while trying to get his own trousers down.
After a minute or two realising where he was he calmed down got his trousers down and covered both our laps with his raincoat. The biggest thrill for me was feeling another nylon clad leg rubbing against my own. Calmed down, he started to stroke my thighs just above and below my stocking tops and leaned in and gave me a sloppy wet French kiss. I’d not had a kiss like that before and it just turned me on even more As we kissed my hand moved onto his stocking tops and then up to feel the hardness in his knickers and he moaned softly when I touched it. He reached down and freed my stiff cock from my panties, rolling his thumb across the pre-cum leaking from it and put it in our joint mouths and I licked my cum off his thumb and tongue. I’d not tasted my own cum up until that point.
I didn’t really know what I was supposed to do, this was beyond my wanking fantasies, and so I just followed his lead. When his hand was at my nipples I put mine to his, and when he played with my cock I did the same to him. I think he twigged my inexperience and what I was doing and started doing to me what he wanted me to reciprocate. Or maybe he just wanted to suck my young cock anyway.
I was massively turned on as it was, so when he leant over and wrapped his warm wet mouth around my prick and started sucking on me, I did well to last the 30 seconds or so that I did. I don’t think I ever came like that in my twice a day wanks, it was infuckingcredible. I lay there breathless, spaced out, my hand on his thigh. He then leant over and started snogging me again, I could taste my own cum and before very long was horny and getting hard again. His hand was on my back as we kissed and when he broke from the kiss he moved it to the back of my head and gently started to push it down towards his crutch. I’d fantasised about doing this, but doing it to someone else dressed in stockings was beyond even my imagination, I thought I was the only perve who wore stockings. He was also about the same size as me, 6 inches, and circumcised. I suspect it was more a case of him slowly fucking my mouth than me giving an expert blowjob, but it was clearly working for both of us. His hand was on the back of my head pushing me up and down on him and then I felt him pull my knickers to one side and start to finger around my bum. It wasn’t that unpleasant, and even when it probed slightly deeper, quite nice. So, it was totally unexpected and painful when the finger was rammed up my bottom to the knuckle, and I leapt up off my seat with a yelp.
While I’d had been busy licking and sucking cock a tramp had taken the seat next to me and with knickers and stocking exposed had decided to get in on the action. Unfortunately, he just wouldn’t sod off and kept trying to rub me or put my hand on his smelly cock. I said sorry to Mr Wurthers Original, but I better be getting home. I was beginning to get a bit scared and somewhat ashamed of what I’d been doing. Meet me in the toilets first before you leave though, will you? He asked and I agreed before getting away from our irritating pest.
The toilets were pretty small and dismal, one cubical and two urinals in a urine stinking room the size of a broom closet. The cubical was busy when I’d walked in, so I stood at the urinal and had a pee. The occupant of the cubicle finished while I was peeing and left leaving me alone. My cock and balls were wet with cum and saliva so I took some toilet paper to wipe with when Mr W O came in, he looked older than in the dark cinema. Here let me help you with that he said, seeing me wiping myself and promptly started sucking me off and licking my balls again. I think I was hard again before he’d even started. He reached around my back and as he bent over drew me in and out so I was fucking his mouth. I in the meantime had unzipped his fly and was doing my best playing with his cock. He suddenly stopped, it’s too public out here he announced and ushered me into the cubicle. Inside he dropped my trousers and started sucking me again, at the same time he undid his own trousers. He must have sensed I was about to come as he stopped, stood up and hugged, me kissing me hard while grinding his hard cock against mine and rubbing our legs against each other. We were both getting close to coming. Trust me he asked, I nodded not totally sure that I did but going with the moment. He gently turned me around and put my hands on the toilet cistern bending me over. Then he squatted down and pulled down my knickers. Oh my fucking God, he’s licking my arse. And then, oh wow. He was more than licking; he was sticking his tongue right in there, fucking me kind of with his tongue. I’d never felt or imagined anything like it. He seemed to be enjoying it too judging by his moaning and groaning; looking between my legs I could see him wanking himself furiously. Too soon he stood up and saying don’t worry I’m not going to fuck you, put his cock between my buttocks and ground himself to an orgasm against me cumming all over my bottom. After that tonguing I think I might have been up for feeling what a fuck felt like, but it was not to be on this occasion.
He sat me on the toilet and reaching between my legs wiped his spunk off my young arse, cooing at me. I couldn’t resist, his cock was right there in front of me and I licked and sucked his spunk off of it.
I’m sorry, but I really do have to get home. Can we meet again? Ha asked pulling me off his cock
I don’t know why, but I suddenly became all shy, embarrassed and sickened at what I had been up to for the last hour or so, I gave him a fairly non-committal answer.
Look, here’s my phone number he said scribbling it onto a sheet of paper. I don’t live far from here and if you like I have a friend about my age who also likes to wear stockings and things. If you’d like to join us……….
Well, that’s another story.
The Biograph was clearly the haunt of the Dirty Mac Brigade, and all of those sorts of men my Mother had told me to watch out for. Aged 18 I’d never even kissed a girl let alone had someone else make me cum. So, I was drawn back to the place. Like any teenager I wanked at least daily, but the previous episodes had become my favourite wanking material and I just had to go back for more.
A week after my last visit, I dressed up again in a red lacy Basque I’d knicked off a neighbours washing line and black stockings I had ummm borrowed from a local shop, underneath loose fitting trousers and a baggy sweatshirt, and by mid-day made my way back to The Biograph. There was a large mature blond, quite blousy woman at the kiosk, think of Bet Lynch off Corrie. She looked me up and down and then turned me away, come back in 2 or 3 years she said, as I scuttled out of the ticket lobby burning with shame and embarrassment.
Dressing up was something I did behind the safety of a locked bathroom door, so being out and about with my naughty secret on under my clothes was quite a thrill, so I wandered about for around an hour before deciding to head for home. On the spur of the moment I decided to go home via the cinema, and noticed that it was an oldish guy now manning the kiosk. He looked me up and down a bit as well, but let me in with a slightly disturbing leer and lick of the lips.
As before, when you first walk in apart from the screen you can’t see a thing, the lighting was minimal. It takes a good 15 minutes for your eyes to adjust. The last time I’d been here I’d sat on a seat on the Left and some horrid bloke had called me a poof while forcing me to suck his cock, hypocrite. So I found an empty on the right hand side in the middle of an empty row, I had to be careful not to be discovered by the management, I was only 18 after all. I sat there for about half an hour not even watching the film. People were almost constantly getting up and moving about, sitting near each other and either moving away or closer together. It was thrilling to watch, knowing that the ones sitting together were probably playing with each others cocks, and once or twice I saw the back of a head disappear and guessed a blow job was being given. An old man who had walked around the front of the cinema, up the side aisle, and taken a seat two away from mine stopped my voyeurism. Turned on as I was, I didn’t really know what to do, so I concentrated on the movie being shown. After 5 or 10 minutes I could no longer ignore him clearing his throat and glanced over to him. I’d say he was late 50’s to mid 60’s and very grandfatherly looking, if that makes sense. Lets say I wouldn’t have been surprised at the offer of a Wurthers Original toffee from him. Anyway, when I glanced over he pulled the Mac that was covering his lap over to one side to reveal he had pulled his trousers down completely and what’s more he was wearing stockings underneath. This was a serious mind-fuck for me, I’d always assumed it was only me who did that and there was something wrong with me. Now, here was someone like me, I was stunned. He took my lack of reaction in the wrong way and before I knew it he had pulled his trousers up and was about to move on. I harrumphed loud enough to catch his attention, and probably the rest of the cinema and he turned back. Nervous as hell, I lifted my top to show him my red Basque. He peered at me like Mr Magoo and started to edge towards the aisle. I threw caution to the wind, and making sure I was bent below the top of the seats I turned my back to him and dropped my trousers, exposing my stockings and panty clad arse. I could tell from his reaction he’d seen them this time and I sat down again before everyone else did, leaving myself on show to him. He was in the seat next to me at a rate of knots unseen of by a man his age. Initially he didn’t have enough hands, he was stroking my legs, rubbing my crutch, pinching my nipples, playing with my arse crack and everything in between, all while trying to get his own trousers down.
After a minute or two realising where he was he calmed down got his trousers down and covered both our laps with his raincoat. The biggest thrill for me was feeling another nylon clad leg rubbing against my own. Calmed down, he started to stroke my thighs just above and below my stocking tops and leaned in and gave me a sloppy wet French kiss. I’d not had a kiss like that before and it just turned me on even more As we kissed my hand moved onto his stocking tops and then up to feel the hardness in his knickers and he moaned softly when I touched it. He reached down and freed my stiff cock from my panties, rolling his thumb across the pre-cum leaking from it and put it in our joint mouths and I licked my cum off his thumb and tongue. I’d not tasted my own cum up until that point.
I didn’t really know what I was supposed to do, this was beyond my wanking fantasies, and so I just followed his lead. When his hand was at my nipples I put mine to his, and when he played with my cock I did the same to him. I think he twigged my inexperience and what I was doing and started doing to me what he wanted me to reciprocate. Or maybe he just wanted to suck my young cock anyway.
I was massively turned on as it was, so when he leant over and wrapped his warm wet mouth around my prick and started sucking on me, I did well to last the 30 seconds or so that I did. I don’t think I ever came like that in my twice a day wanks, it was infuckingcredible. I lay there breathless, spaced out, my hand on his thigh. He then leant over and started snogging me again, I could taste my own cum and before very long was horny and getting hard again. His hand was on my back as we kissed and when he broke from the kiss he moved it to the back of my head and gently started to push it down towards his crutch. I’d fantasised about doing this, but doing it to someone else dressed in stockings was beyond even my imagination, I thought I was the only perve who wore stockings. He was also about the same size as me, 6 inches, and circumcised. I suspect it was more a case of him slowly fucking my mouth than me giving an expert blowjob, but it was clearly working for both of us. His hand was on the back of my head pushing me up and down on him and then I felt him pull my knickers to one side and start to finger around my bum. It wasn’t that unpleasant, and even when it probed slightly deeper, quite nice. So, it was totally unexpected and painful when the finger was rammed up my bottom to the knuckle, and I leapt up off my seat with a yelp.
While I’d had been busy licking and sucking cock a tramp had taken the seat next to me and with knickers and stocking exposed had decided to get in on the action. Unfortunately, he just wouldn’t sod off and kept trying to rub me or put my hand on his smelly cock. I said sorry to Mr Wurthers Original, but I better be getting home. I was beginning to get a bit scared and somewhat ashamed of what I’d been doing. Meet me in the toilets first before you leave though, will you? He asked and I agreed before getting away from our irritating pest.
The toilets were pretty small and dismal, one cubical and two urinals in a urine stinking room the size of a broom closet. The cubical was busy when I’d walked in, so I stood at the urinal and had a pee. The occupant of the cubicle finished while I was peeing and left leaving me alone. My cock and balls were wet with cum and saliva so I took some toilet paper to wipe with when Mr W O came in, he looked older than in the dark cinema. Here let me help you with that he said, seeing me wiping myself and promptly started sucking me off and licking my balls again. I think I was hard again before he’d even started. He reached around my back and as he bent over drew me in and out so I was fucking his mouth. I in the meantime had unzipped his fly and was doing my best playing with his cock. He suddenly stopped, it’s too public out here he announced and ushered me into the cubicle. Inside he dropped my trousers and started sucking me again, at the same time he undid his own trousers. He must have sensed I was about to come as he stopped, stood up and hugged, me kissing me hard while grinding his hard cock against mine and rubbing our legs against each other. We were both getting close to coming. Trust me he asked, I nodded not totally sure that I did but going with the moment. He gently turned me around and put my hands on the toilet cistern bending me over. Then he squatted down and pulled down my knickers. Oh my fucking God, he’s licking my arse. And then, oh wow. He was more than licking; he was sticking his tongue right in there, fucking me kind of with his tongue. I’d never felt or imagined anything like it. He seemed to be enjoying it too judging by his moaning and groaning; looking between my legs I could see him wanking himself furiously. Too soon he stood up and saying don’t worry I’m not going to fuck you, put his cock between my buttocks and ground himself to an orgasm against me cumming all over my bottom. After that tonguing I think I might have been up for feeling what a fuck felt like, but it was not to be on this occasion.
He sat me on the toilet and reaching between my legs wiped his spunk off my young arse, cooing at me. I couldn’t resist, his cock was right there in front of me and I licked and sucked his spunk off of it.
I’m sorry, but I really do have to get home. Can we meet again? Ha asked pulling me off his cock
I don’t know why, but I suddenly became all shy, embarrassed and sickened at what I had been up to for the last hour or so, I gave him a fairly non-committal answer.
Look, here’s my phone number he said scribbling it onto a sheet of paper. I don’t live far from here and if you like I have a friend about my age who also likes to wear stockings and things. If you’d like to join us……….
Well, that’s another story.
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