Trucker Fucks me at The Movie Theater 1

I just didn't feel like working that afternoon, so around lunchtime I started complaining about a stomach- ache and said I was going home to bed. There were three other pharmacists in the store that day, so I figured they could do without me. I was driving down the Federal Highway when I passed the mall and saw the foreign movie theater had a Japanese picture that I wanted to see.

I knew I could never see it at night. Susan, my fiance, hated foreign films. She said the subtitles gave her a headache. So mostly we just sat around at night in her apartment and watched television until eleven o'clock when I went home and she went to sleep. We still hadn't had sex, because we had decided that we both wanted to be virgins on our wedding night. And that was fine with me. I'm not one of these gross guys who can't control themselves, and would be tearing at her clothes. Not at all. I was perfectly satisfied to wait. I know you think it's funny that a twenty-five year old guy with blond hair, blue eyes and a nice build is still a virgin, but I believe sex should only be used as an expression of married love and for having a child.

The parking lot at the mall wasn't crowded, so I was able to get a spot right near the theater. I locked the car door and walked over to buy a ticket. Then I went inside. At first I couldn't see, having come in from the sunlight. But as my eyes became accustomed to the dark I could see the theatre was pretty empty. "Great," I thought. "no one to bother me. I can really concentrate on the picture." I walked down to the third row, (I like to be close) and took a seat in the middle of the row. There was no one within ten rows of me. That's the way I like to see a movie.

I was just getting into the film, when about twenty minutes later, this guy comes in and walks down to the third row, and damned if he doesn't walk into the row and sit down right next to me. With a thousand empty seats in the theatre, he decides to sit right next to me. Great. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. He was a really big buy, about 6 feet 3 inches. I was only about 5 foot 10. He was in wearing some kind of uniform, I didn't know what it was, but it wasn't just a shirt and a pair of pants like I was wearing.

He was massive and powerful looking, and I felt a little overwhelmed. Big strong legs, strong muscular arms. You could see the muscles because his shirt sleeves were rolled up. He was a handsome guy with a head full of thick red hair, which you could see was a great color even in the dark theatre. He seemed totally oblivious to the fact that we were sitting next to each other and he seemed to be concentrating on the picture. See. You can never tell. To look at him you would never have suspected that this guy would be interested in Japanese films. He was the kind of guy you would think would buy tickets to a movie like Charley's Angels, with those three hot girls and all that action-adventure stuff.

I went back to concentrating on my Japanese movie, when about ten minutes later, I felt something pressing against my leg, slightly. I looked down. It was his leg. Well, he was a big guy and I guess he needed a little extra room, and he probably didn't even realize his leg was touching me. I decided to just ignore it.

Little by little I became more and more conscious of that leg. Was he pressing harder, or was it my imagination? I moved my right leg a teeny bit, until I couldn't feel his leg any more, and went back to watching the movie. About five minutes later, I feel it again. Could it be that this wasn't an accident? Why would somebody do that? Did he want to rob me or something? I began to get a little nervous. At the same time, I was getting other strange feelings. I could feel my heart beating a little fast, and there was a little film of sweat on my forehead. My throat started to get dry, and I gave a little cough. When I coughed, his leg really started to press against mine. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to get up and move. That would really be impolite. I would just continue to sit there and try to ignore the pressure.

I started to sweat a little more and I could feel my penis getting stiff. Terrific. In the middle of a Japanese movie sitting next to this big guy, I had a tremendous urge to jerk off, which obviously I could not do just at this moment. I peeked out of the corner of my eye again, and I thought the guy was looking down into my lap at my stiff prick pressing against the fly of my pants and, I guess, making a noticeable bulge there.

Then, a really strange thing happened. His leg started moving against mine. Not just resting now, but really moving, up and down massaging the side of my right leg, pressing harder and harder. My throat was so dry, and my penis was practically bursting. I furtively turned my head slightly and gave him a quick glance. He turned his face toward me for a second and gave me a big grin. I smiled back, because I didn't want to seem rude and unfriendly, and went back to trying to watch the move. Good luck. How can you watch a Japanese movie, when somebody's leg is moving up and down pressed against yours? A big, tall guy about 40 years old, and so good looking, not that I cared about that.

This went on for another ten minutes or so. I thought I was going to die right there in the movie theatre. Suddenly, something else happened. His hand grabbed mine and brought it over to his lap and put it down on what I could feel was his hard cock inside his rough pants. He kept his hand on top of mine and kept moving my hand back and forth on his lap. I didn't know what to do. I didn't dare look at him. I tried to pretend that I was concentrating on the movie and didn't really know what was happening to me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see he was also watching the film, and smiling again. It was a mean kind of smile, not a happy kind of smile.

What was under my hand seemed like a monster. It was hard to tell without seeing it but it felt very long and very thick. I was wondering how thick it really was, but I just kept my hand flat. I didn't want to close my hand around it or this big strong masculine guy might think I was queer or something. I just kept trying to measure it in my mind.

"Great picture, isn't it?" he whispered in my right ear.

"Yes. It's really good." I answered quietly but hoarsely. My throat was getting drier and drier. I was afraid I was going to choke. Too bad I didn't bring my little bottle of spring water, which I usually carry.

"It's going to get even better," he whispered.

"Is it?" I asked naively. "Have you seen this before?"

He didn't answer me. He just laughed. I was puzzled.

This went on for a few more minutes, with his hand moving my hand around in his lap, feeling his hot cock through his pants, then he put his right hand over mine and moved his left behind my back, grasping my left arm. "Come on," he said. "Let's go." He stood up, lifting me with him.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Someplace nice," he answered.

"But what about the movie? I didn't see it all."

"You can come back and see it tomorrow. Right now, we've got better things to do."

I didn't know what could be any better than a movie, but he was sort of forcibly dragging me up the aisle with his arm around my shoulder, while I kept turning my head trying to look back at the screen.

"Forget the damned movie, you moron. Let's go," he hissed.

I didn't answer. I just kept letting him pull me along. Towards the back of the theatre some old guy gave us a funny look, and my new friend smiled at him and said quietly "just watch the fucking movie. Okay?" The old guy nodded and turned his eyes back to the screen.

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