I was introduced to Malcolm as the lad who had it all but when I first saw Malcolm he was not my type at all. In fact he was everything but. He was a real rough sort of looking guy, not easy on the eyes if you know what I mean, but it’s funny how things can change. I mean the way he smiled and looked at me with that so raunchy expression made me take another look and think about it. Maybe, just maybe he would not be so bad after all.

He wanted to treat me to a movie. “There is a nice Harry Potter showing at the Apollo, Pete,” he said.

I looked at him at first. “Harry Potter? I am eighteen years old now, isn’t that kids stuff?”

“Nah! All ages, come on, you will like it- and what I have in mind,” he added as an after thought. Although I guessed the notion was already there before the thought.

Whatever, I thought. Malcolm intrigued me sure enough. He was about forty but his nice smile combined with his apparent generosity won me over for what would possibly turn out to be a feel in the back row, if former experiences with guys who wanted to take me to the movies was true.

We took our places inside and sure enough he said, “Let’s find a seat at the back, quiet there and you don’t have to keep getting up and down to let people pass.” he said.

Good enough excuse I ‘spose!

He bought sweets and chocks before we went inside and said he’d treat me to an ice cream in the interval. Big deal, I thought and wandered what he was going to treat himself to before the interval.

The lights dowsed and the title came on. I was enjoying it. I felt him nudge me and there was a packet of sweets under my nose - “take one, two - as many as you like.” he said.

Then as I munched the chocolate centres I felt his fingers sliding along the inside of my left thigh, I wondered how long it would take.

I continued enjoying more chocks he was offering as his fingers continued to slide further up. I guess he was seeing if I would reject and how far he could go. When suddenly his hand bunched my cock and balls I flinched a little, he was a bit rough. “Sorry” he whispered. “You feel great, you got a lovely prick.”

I was contemplating whether or not I should stop him but after the initial shock of the rough handling, his touch became much more gratifying. So I gave him the okay by sliding forward a little on my seat to allow him full access of me. I opened my legs and let it hang over the edge so he could get a good feel.

“Mmm. Love it!” he grunted.

I was losing the film with the feelings he was giving me. It was really so good, the way he moved his fingertips over me down there, squeezing and manipulating me. When I felt his fingers start to unzip me I gasped. I actually wanted this and had a huge hard on.

Malcolm wasted no time in unzipping me and taking my cock out. “I will put my jacket over if anyone wants to come into our row,” he said.

A few seats down there were a couple, deep snogging. They had