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Erotic Story: Handjob at the Colonial

By Lee Mariner

How many teenagers know what sex is really about? Oh, we hear all kinds of stories from our supposed to be peers about the times they have had some dude suck their cock or how much they jerk off but, that is mostly kid stuff. Image making for the older jock studs but probably mostly bullshit.

This is the true story about my first sexual encounter that sort of really convinced me that I was gay or at least I liked having someone else playing with my 18 year old uncut cock. Maybe some of you can relate.

It was in November 1947 that I joined the Navy. I graduated high school in June and like most kids of the time, the best job we had ever had was delivering newspapers or maybe, if real luck, had a job as a movie usher. The newspaper job was because my uncle owned the local weekly newspaper. At that time $15. bucks a month was pretty good money for a teenager. Being an usher paid more but being a favorite of the Manager was the only way you got a job.

However, that is another story for another day.

As far back as I could remember, I had always wanted to join the Navy. Why I did, I don’t really remember but, after graduation and not being able to find a substantial job, I pestered my parents until my Dad finally agreed and I’ll never forget what he told me after he took a day off from work too sign my enlistment papers.

It was early afternoon on the 10th of November. I had made two trips by streetcar to take the physical examination in addition to filling out what seemed like an awful lot of papers.

My Dad went with me but this time, instead of the streetcar, he drove us in his old 1938 Chevrolet. It had been up on block for most of the war but it was still in good condition.

The guy that did the recruiting talked with my Dad, answering questions until, looking at me, he shook his head and signed the consent forms as he said, “if you come crying to me, I’ll kick your ass until the cows come home.” I didn’t see my dad for almost 5 years.

Boot camp at the Great Lakes Naval Training Station, in Illinois on Lake Michigan was nothing to brag about. The training was hard and by attrition alone several of the kids I enlisted with fell out and were sent home.

Me, the food wasn’t that bad, the guys that were called the company commanders weren’t all that bad and it wasn’t very long and there was some very distinct improvement in my overall physical condition. No Charles Atlas stuff but I put on weight and started to fill out my 5′,9″ frame in all of the right places except one; my cock.

It didn’t grow any longer than 7″ when it was hard which was often. It was a lot thicker but no longer…at least not right then. I didn’t realize, then, that the male penis grew at an almost imperceptible rate.

Except for a few, most of the other kids my age looked like they bigger cocks than I did.

I did realize the one thing…I liked looking at the other boys cocks and there was an intense desire to feel just what it was like to hold another boy’s cock. But, even though my buddies and I jerked off when we went skinny dipping and we kidded each other about how big or little our cocks were, no one dared touch or even suggest jerking each other off. That would have risked being called ‘queer’ or even worse, ‘faggot’ like the old man that lived in our neighborhood. It was rumored he liked little boys and we were warned to stay clear of him.

But, for all of that, the fascination with how good other guys looked, the size of their cocks and the almost constant need to jerk off became more intense until the first time another guys hand played with my cock and caused me to ‘cum’.

I graduated from boot camp in late February 1948 and I was sent too the Naval Station, Norfolk, Va. to await further assignment. The barracks we lived in were the same as those in boot camp. Most of us were assigned to different work groups during the day, some were sent on to schools i.e., firefighting, gunnery, etc.

We worked until 4pm and then we could go on what was called “liberty.” That meant we could leave the base or stay on board until 7am the following morning when we had to fall in for ‘muster’, make sure we hadn’t gone AWOL.

Being really my first time away from home and not knowing how or what to do when we were off duty, I stayed on board until one of the guys told me about a neat movie being shown at a theater called the “Colonial” and some of the places like the Navy YMCA where they had dances, swimming, rooms for overnight and a restaurant. I decided to wait for what was called a ‘long-weekend’ when we could leave base on Friday and not return until Monday morning. Some of the guys would go off base almost every night and be back on board before midnight. That didn’t make much sense to me at the time since being able to stay off for a longer time did and gave more time for exploring.

There were electric buses that went downtown. The bus that I took stopped almost in front of the Navy “Y”. After checking it out, I got a room for the weekend, $5. After checking the room out and leaving my overnight athletic bag, I wandered around until I found the “Colonial” theater. The marque showed they were showing “The Northwest Passage” starring “Cary Grant.” The ticket was two-bits and that surprised me since, back home, we only payed 13 cents for adults and 10 cents for kids.

At the door, some pimple-faced kid not much older than me took my ticket and without comment, tore it in-half and gave me the stub. There was a short concourse hallway that slanted upward. Just inside the door there was a candy/popcorn counter. I bought a Milky Way candy bar and a 15 cent box of popcorn.

On opposite walls there two doorways with a lighted sign proclaiming them to be the entrance too “Gentlemen” on one side and “Ladies” on the other. Posters proclaiming future films were displayed on the walls and the floor was covered with inset rubber out-door mats to prevent people from slipping and falling since the floor inclined upward. At the top was a heavy, dark blue, velveteen curtain that parted in the middle.

Stepping through the curtain, I stopped for a moment until my eyes adjusted to the darkness. On my left was a blank wall with openings where the projectors were showing the movie. Several small couches were provided for, I wasn’t sure what. On my right was another head-high half-wall and there were openings for the aisles that led to the seating.

I stood at the top of the center aisle and located a seat about 10 rows back from the screen. I selected a mid-row seat with unoccupied seats on either side. After sitting down and adjusting myself, a man who seemed to come out of nowhere sat beside me. Doing a quick glance, I could see he was older than me but really not that much, at least I didn’t think so. His hair was dark, he was wearing a light jacket over an athletic shirt of some kind and nondescript pants. Both of us had looked at the same time but nothing was said.

It wasn’t very long before the row was filled except for the seat on my left. Some lady was using it to hold her pocketbook.

Everything seemed normal; including the usual coughs, ‘ahurmps’ and sneezes. I was enjoying Cary Grant trying to outrun an airplane when I felt a plucking feeling on my right thigh. I wiggled a little and continued watching the movie when another plucking feeling occurred but this time one of the 13-buttons on my uniform trousers popped loose. I looked to my right and the guy smiled, weakly.

I tried watching the movie but, his plucking became more persistent and my cock became harder the more I thought about what he was doing and where he was doing it. I didn’t know what he wanted but, I sort of encouraged him by lifting my arms slightly giving him better access.

He quickly undid half of the remaining buttons and that gave him access to my raging hard-on. I felt him searching for better access to my cloth covered hard-on and when his fingers found the opening in my shorts and touched my cock, I gasped almost audibly. He stopped but did not remove his hand and, I didn’t do anything to stop him, I was enjoying him touching me, feelings of awe spreading over me.

We did nothing for a moment or two until I slid down in my seat and extended my right leg under the front seat giving him easier access. When he gripped my aching 7″ cock and started moving his hand up and down its burgeoning length, I felt my balls tightening as the uncut skin moved up and down.

The excitement of a surreal happening and the feeling of his hand squeezing and stroking my rock hard cock was more than I had ever felt before and even the warnings of an impending ejaculation in my pants did not stop him nor did I want him to stop. I really did want to feel him jerking me off. I wanted the feeling of my cock growing just before thick streams of semen gushed from the urethral opening in the crown of my cock.

I glanced over at him just as the semen was rising and, it was then that I saw he was jerking himself off as he was stroking my cock. I could see his pants were unzipped and in the light from the movie screen, he had an impressive cock. When he increased the piston movement of his hand, I realized he was as close as I was and when a deep groan surged upward from my gut, I saw him quickly cover the crown of his cock with a handkerchief just as thick streams from my cock splattered all over my shorts and onto the button flap of my pants.

The intensity of the semen rushing up the thickening length of my cock drove my ass down into the seat and for a moment, I thought the lady sitting two seats removed had heard me groaning as a load of thick semen rushed upward through the urethral canal. I lost track of where Cary Grant was in the thick fog of pleasure that filled my mind and it was several moments before I fully recovered.

As by breathing returned to normal, I saw my aggressive, sexual benefactor moving to the end of the row. The tales that I had heard in my high-school locker room and showers took on more meaning and, I knew that I had enjoyed my first conjoint gay experience.

It took me several minutes to arrange my shorts so the wetness was not so uncomfortable or obvious even though my uniform pants were dark, almost black. But, as I left the theater, I knew that I wanted more of what my unknown benefactor had introduced me to.

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