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Afternoon at the Movies - by CSK©

Date: 10/23/2014, Categories: Gay Male, Author: Yoav_Roth, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

imagined he was very rarely said "no" to. I kind of shrugged and said, "Ok, I mean, if you don't mind." "Mind? I'm the one that told you to," he said. I suddenly felt very stupid and shook my head in disgrace. I then looked back at him and he was still smiling. Still patting the seat next to him. I got up, grabbed my Sprite and walked down the aisle to my left, went up a step and walked down his row to him. I had knots in my stomach for some reason. I was here in a theater about to watch a gay movie and now a handsome older man was asking, or actually, telling me to watch it with him. No big deal, right? I sank down next to him into the seat and sat there awkwardly. "I'm Patrick," he said and reached out his hand. I took his hand and said, "Bobby." "Bobby, huh?" he said. "That's the young man's name in this movie as well. The one that gets seduced by the older man." I hadn't even put the connection together before when I was wanting to see this movie. The film was about an outwardly facing straight guy who was coming to terms with his own homosexual feelings and was slowly seduced by someone he meets through a random encounter. "Life mimicking art," I thought to myself. I then f***ed myself to stop. I was sure that I was making more out of a situation than was really there. I did that a lot. He was just a somebody, like me, who wanted to see a film and wanted to bypass the weird state of two people sitting alone in a somewhat large theater. "So is it a good movie?" I asked ... as the third trailer played in the background. "Quite good," he stated. "There is something quite beautiful when a confident man is able to open up the inhibitions of a younger man because he knows what the boy wants, probably even more than he does." I said nothing. I found myself staring at him and then looked away to the screen. I kept my hands in my lap as the movie finally started. Fifteen minutes went by and nothing more was said. I could even tell through my peripheral vision that he wasn't even looking at me. I confirmed what I believed. My overactive imagination had told me there was something there when there was, in fact, nothing. We were two people, two strangers, enjoying a movie together. I won't lie though. I wanted to be his. He was very handsome and sexy. I wanted him to make a move on me. To ask me out. To hold my hand. To fuck my face? To bend me over the seat and fuck me? Anything. God, my mind really does go to dark places sometimes. He did nothing. He said... nothing. The movie had progressed to after the two had met and the younger man, Bobby, was alone, in bed, wrestling with his thoughts. The scene showed him, artfully, writhing in bed as he wrestled with his emotions and feelings. Eventually, his hand went below the sheets and there was no mistake in what he was doing. He was masturbating while thinking of the man in the film. It wasn't pornographic in the least. It was beautifully shot, with the color draining from the screen and leaving it a dreamy ...