The movies marquee at the local theater read, "Cowboys of the Old West." I always had a thing for cowboys, so when I had today off from school, I bought my ticket and entered the theater. It must have been my desire for "hero worship" or just the natural lust for the male physique, no matter what it was; it still aroused my interest causing my male testosterone to stir.
I was excused from school today because of some teacher's meeting, but instead of going directly home, I decided to go to an afternoon matinee. It was a quiet afternoon and very few people were there, and best of all, no other kids my own age. I slipped under the "Balcony Closed" sign and rushed up the stairs to the balcony where I could sit alone and enjoy the movies.
When I arrived, the movies had already started and projected on the screen were some rugged looking cowboys sitting around a camp fire. My dick started getting hard as I fantasized about crawling naked inside one of the cowboy's bedroll. I unbuttoned my jeans to liberate my dick, pulled my pants down to my ankles, and started jacking on my stiff woody.
I was so engrossed in my pleasure, that I was unaware that a man had entered the balcony and had seated himself in the row behind me. I quickly glanced around to see a man wearing a black cowboy hat. I thought my fantasies must be overloading, and he had become an illusion of my sexual desires. I looked again to make sure he was actually there. He nodded, tipped his hat, and placed his hands to his crotch. I froze and gazed back at the movie screen.
I was excused from school today because of some teacher's meeting, but instead of going directly home, I decided to go to an afternoon matinee. It was a quiet afternoon and very few people were there, and best of all, no other kids my own age. I slipped under the "Balcony Closed" sign and rushed up the stairs to the balcony where I could sit alone and enjoy the movies.
When I arrived, the movies had already started and projected on the screen were some rugged looking cowboys sitting around a camp fire. My dick started getting hard as I fantasized about crawling naked inside one of the cowboy's bedroll. I unbuttoned my jeans to liberate my dick, pulled my pants down to my ankles, and started jacking on my stiff woody.
I was so engrossed in my pleasure, that I was unaware that a man had entered the balcony and had seated himself in the row behind me. I quickly glanced around to see a man wearing a black cowboy hat. I thought my fantasies must be overloading, and he had become an illusion of my sexual desires. I looked again to make sure he was actually there. He nodded, tipped his hat, and placed his hands to his crotch. I froze and gazed back at the movie screen.