I did not look right at him but I sense he was a bigger the me. His arms were on the arm
rests and he had wide shoulders and they almost touched me.
The theater got really dark when they began to show the credits for the opening movie when
the man sitting next to me put his hand on my leg. My heart jumped I was frozen I did not
know what to do. Do I tell him to get off me? Did he do it by accident? My legs were sort
of spread apart and close to his. Suddenly his hand moved up my thigh pushing my baggy shorts
up my leg a bit. his hand and forearm were now on my bare leg. I was frozen; my heart was
pounding. I could hear it in my head. His hand now went
to the inside of my thigh and he began to massage my leg thats when my body betrayed me.
the cock began to grow. I had loose boxers on so nothing was really holding it in. I could
feel the fabric of my basketball shorts begin to tent. I still had my popcorn on my stomach
so I could not see it for myself but I could feel it. The mans forearm moved over and he
rubbed my growing cock.
What was happening to me? I asked why wasn't I objecting to thsi man fondling me? I did
not think I was gay but I was enjoying it; my cock was enjoying it. A bizillion thoughts
were going thru my head. He was now really rubbing me with his entire arm; then I think
I gave the wrong signal; I spread my legs farther apart.
I was not sure if it was the movie or the man next to me but I heard a "hhmmmmm"
With his right hand the man reached into my shorts thru my right leg and grabbed my now
throbbing cock. He jerked it furiously but then let go. His left arm was still massaging
my leg and with his right hand he lifted up the arm rest that was between us. I still
could not look at him. I just held onto my popcorn. Then I heard his zipper. I could not
look but I could sense he was now jerking his own cock. I then with his right hand he took
hold of my right hand and guided it to his cock. It was big. I could not get hand entirely
around it. I had never touched let alone seen another man's cock before. it was hard.
"stroke it" he whispered into my ear, his voice seemed I was known.
