The year was 1976, I was 18.
My next door neighbor Albert was a projectionist at the local theater.
I have always been a movie buff, and Al and I would often talk about the various movie genres.
When I was younger, Al would allow me to get into the theater for free.
As I turned 18, he asked me if I would be interested in helping him occasionally run the projectors.
For me this was a dream come true.
I got to watch all the movies I wanted, and I got paid for the privilege.
OK, so for weeks they were the same movies, but what the hell.
During the day, and early evenings they showed your standard movie fare.
However, late night, the theater switched over to more adult films.
Now the projectionist booth was crammed with equipment.
There was the rewind machine, where you took the last reel and rewound the film back to the start of that reel.
Each film reel held between eleven and fifteen minutes of film.
That ment that you had to switch projectors a number of times for each film.
The two projectors were massive,
This was long before the advent of digital projectors.
The light was generated by a pair of carbon arc rods.
If you were dumb enough to look directly at the arc through the open panel, you wouldn’t be able to see anything for at least thirty minutes.
As the arc rods burned, they generated an ungodly amount of heat, so much so, that the room would become unbearably hot during the summer months.
No amount of A.C. could keep up with the output of the projectors heat.
The first time I experienced this, I was sweating like a pig.
Al told me to combat this he would wear gym shorts while working.
However, I was unprepared for this.
Al told me to just strip down to my underwear, since nobody ever came up to the booth during the shows.
I was at first reluctant to do this, because I was by nature a rather shy person.
Yet soon enough, I had had enough of the heat, and relented.
Tossing off my shirt and pants, I stood there in my tighty-whities.
This brought a laugh from Al as I tried to look comfortable standing there in my underwear, and Al in his gym shorts.
Coming over to me he clapped me on the back, while asking if I felt cooler. (Al was by nature a touchy feely kind of person. Something I never gave a second thought to.)
This evening, I was staying late while helping with the adult movies.
Standing next to the number two projector, waiting for the signal to switch the movie to the next reel, Al came up next to me, and rested his hand on my shoulder.
Once the movie switched over, we looked through the window to watch the movie for a bit.
Tonight they were showing “Behind The Green Door”.
As we stood there watching, Al had his hand on my shoulder, and commenting on the woman in the film and the size of the guys equipment.
This had us both laughing at his witty remarks.
As I stood there, Al’s hand began rubbing my bare back.
I told him that I didn’t know that a massage was part of my perks on the job.
As I moaned my approval of the back rub I was receiving,
Al’s hand ran across my bottom.
Startled, I jumped a bit, but Al said to just relax and go with the flow.
Leaning against the small window frame in front of me, I rested my head upon my arms, and let Al continue.
He began rubbing my bottom through my underwear.
As his hand rose back upwards, he slid it between the elastic band of my underwear, and cupped my bottom.
Still rubbing my bottom, he slid his fingers between my cheeks.
As he played with the little ring in my bottom, my knees began to buckle.
Nobody has ever touched me there.
This was the most erotic thing I had ever felt.
Relaxing my little ring for a moment allowed Al’s finger to slip inside me.
As Al’s finger slid inside, I began to shake uncontrollably.
Pulling his finger out, Al took the waistband of my underwear between his fingers, and slid them to my knees.
There was no question that by now my penis was an iron bar.
This was discovered as Al reached around front and wrapped his fingers around it.
Was I silent during this entire episode?
Hell no, I had been moaning up a storm.
My knees were still buckled, my body was shaking with lust, and uncertainty.
The lust, won the argument.
Dropping to his knees, Al inspected my penis like a USDA inspector looking over a prime cut of steak.
Cupping my balls to feel their heft, and size.
Taking my penis in hand, he tugged it this way and that.
Along with a couple of light slaps to my penis, that caused it, and me to jump a bit.
The next thing I heard was Al saying, “Sweet baby boy, you look so good.”
Just prior to his mouth surrounded my penis.
My first Bj, and I loved every second of it.
As he took his time, my body went insane with endorphins.
Every touch was electrically erotic.
Every breath that fell from his mouth across my penis sent shivers racing along the length of my spine.
As Al slid his finger back inside bottom, my shaking became extreme, as my entire body orgasmed.
Spurt after spurt, flooded his mouth.
Watching him savor the taste of my cum had me turned on like crazy.
When he finally stood up, I went to my knees.
Reaching for the waistband of his shorts, he told me that it wasn’t necessary for me to return the favor.
I told him, it’s what I wanted to do.
Asking if I was sure, I said yes.
With this, l tugged at the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down to his knees.
Never having been this close to another person’s penis, I did much like Al did.
I inspected it, I played with it, and finally open my mouth to take it in.
All my years of watching porn, paid off at this exact moment.
I ran my tongue over, and around the rim of the head.
Followed by along the underside, until I heard him moaning.
Seconds later, his hand was running through my hair as he began telling me “Such a good little sucker you are.
You have such a nice mouth, so warm and smooth.”
As those words filtered through my brain, I was suddenly filled with pride.
Pride that I could make my friend feel good, and pride that I was doing this right.
The truth is, other than my right hand, I haven’t had sex with anybody.
This spurred me on towards taking him as deeply as possible.
The deeper I tried to take him the harder it became to breathe.
The harder it became to breathe, the more drool issued forth from between my lips, and onto the floor beneath me.
Grabbing the back of my head, Al
Pulled my head forward hard, until my face was pressed against his groin.
Followed by Al uttering, “Sweet baby, I’m cumming!!!
Followed by his cum overflowing my mouth, and down my chin.
That was the first of many fun filled nights.
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