This story actually happened to a friend of mine back in the late 1980's. He had
never divulged this story to anyone but some years later we met for a few drinks
after work. It was a cold night in Boston at a bar, he was drinking heavily and
told me about this encounter with a man. James was now a 37 year old married man
but this experience had haunted him for years. With literary license, I will
relay the story as best I can.... as if he was telling the story.
I was 18 years old and was just out of high school. I was excited about entering
the college in the fall but I had just been dumped by my high school sweetheart
and felt like being alone....yea, wallowing in my misery. I was only five and a
half feet in height, very young looking, and it was difficult getting dates.
Little did I know at that time that my blonde hair and blue eyes would be an
attraction to a predator I had never thought of.
It was a Saturday in June that I caught the bus late morning deciding to see a
movie downtown. I had tried to get a couple of my buddies to come along but they
wanted to see a different movie. This theater was an old and small movie
theater, built back during the 1940’s. It had dim lighting and unless the movie
was on it was difficult seeing the seats. I decided to sit in the left side area
about midway…there were only a few people there during the early showing.
After the introducing cartoon and previews were over a man came into my row and
sat right next to me. Surprised me since there were few people in the theater.
He was tall, black and guessing in his mid thirties. He politely said hi and
asked if I minded him sitting there. I nervously said no as the movie was
beginning. When he sat down in the chair right of me I noticed that he was
wearing a shiny gold watch on his left wrist. Really was an expensive looking
watch. He was certainly tall considering I was only 5'6" which made me look like
a midget next to him.
It was only about 15 minutes into the movie when I felt a couple of his fingers
lightly touching my knee and in a minute or so slightly rubbing my leg. I didn’t
know what was going on but even though I am not gay it was strangely
titillating. Since I did not protest he continued to touch my leg. To my
amazement I began getting an erection. I then asked him to excuse me so I could
go to the bathroom. As I got up to go he followed me…perhaps to make sure I
wasn’t going to tell one of the ushers. In the bathroom he asked me how old I
was. "Eighteen,"I replied. "You look younger than that," he said. That made me a
little mad like an insult since I had often tried to appear older...it's a guy
thing. After taking a pee I returned to the same seat and in a couple of minutes
he did also.
Again his black hand was on my leg and crept closer to the fly of my pants which
I had forgotten to zip back up. His finger found it open and then two fingers
rubbed my underwear. Oh my gosh, I thought…..he probably thinks I did that on
purpose. I sort of froze not knowing what to do and even more scary….I was
enjoying him touching me. What was I thinking Here I was about to let a big
black man, twice my age, fondle me in a theater. I looked again at his bright
shiny watch and then nervously touched it. He leaned over and asked me if I
liked his watch as his hand rested on my lap with two fingers touching just
inside my unzipped pants. He could feel my erection with his fingers. This was
getting really weird. I had never before had a male touch my private except for
a doctor. Let alone, getting an erection. Dammit, I'm not gay.
I looked around to see if anyone was looking at us but there were only a few
people sitting in the aisle to the right and they were watching the movie....not
us. I still felt very uncomfortable. Meantime, he continued to softly touch me
with his fingers. I kept saying no to myself yet for some reason this was a
strange sexual feeling. I had never done this before. I could only think what my
parents would say if they found out about this. My penis was getting even more
hard. I squirmed in the seat. Suddenly, I look over at him and whispered, " you
can touch me if you want to." "Nice," he replied. Then slowly he snuggled his
hand into my underwear and began to play with me. I was really hard, feeling
captive and excited for some reason but also nervous that someone might see what
was going on.
He looked around to see who was sitting near and then quietly asked me, “why
don’t we go up in the balcony” I replied, “yea, that’s okay.” I could not
believe I was doing this but there was an eerie excitement about being fondled
for the first time by a man...a very black man. I had never thought I would let
something like this happen but my young sexual desires were rendering me
We went to the balcony and he guided me to just about the top row where no one
was behind us and only a few people down at the lower rows. “Unbuckle your pants
and pull your penis out,” he asked as we sat down. He then began rubbing my
penis. “Does that feel good he asked. I replied, “ yea, but I’m nervous.” It
felt so good and I was excited watching his black hand fondle me. After a minute
or so I told him that I was about to cum. He replied, “Pretend I’m holding you
captive and you can’t move. I’m going to make it really enjoyable for you. Then
he lowered his head down and placed my penis in his mouth with his hands holding
my wrists. He instructed me to not make any sounds. . I was breaking out in a
sweat as he sucked me. Oh my, here I’m a white boy and was being sucked on by a
black man. My body began to shake with excitement and my heart raced. Then I
began tingling all over as I was beginning to shoot my load into his mouth. I
whispered, "please take it out, please...I'm cumming." He wouldn;t have any part
of that as he gripped my wrists even harder and sucked me harder. My legs became
wobbly and I began tingling all over as I spewed my load into his mouth. He
looked up as he swallowed. Then, after looking around, he bent back down and
licked me clean.
I was dizzy and limp. I had never had such an intense sexual feeling like this.
It was like being held down and raped. But I wasn't, I let this happen. I let a
black man suck me dry with people around. Oh my gosh.
I was overwhelmed by the sexual release that shot through me yet I was ashamed
of what I let this stranger do to me. I pulled my pants back up and fastened my
belt. I told him that I had better leave. In order to not arouse suspicion, he
said he would wait then leave in a few minutes. He told me to meet him outside
the theater. What did he want now, I wondered
He followed me down to the bus stop and then asked me if I would like to see
another movie. I’m looking at this tall black man and again wondering if he
wanted to use me again. I was scared, especially taking the chance of someone
seeing him have sex with me in another theater. If my parents ever found out
they would almost kill me. My father was very prejudice about gay men not to
mention him finding out my being sexually used by a gay black man.
I finally told him that I had to go home. He grabbed my hand and again asked me
to stay longer. "I have a hotel room that we can go to near here,"he remarked.
"No, It's getting dark and I really need to go home," I nervously said. He
inquired as to where I lived and I told him. That would turn out to be a mistake
but being confused at what had just happened, I didn’t think about it at the
time. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a $5 bill. “ Here, maybe you might
want to attend a movie next weekend, go ahead and take it,” he said. I took it
without thinking and got on the bus. On my way home and for the next several
days I felt very ashamed of what I had done. Yea, I enjoyed the sexual release
but damn, I let myself be used by a man. A very tall black man to boot.
What I did not know was that this man would soon enter my life again .
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