Movie Theater Fun
2004-08-12 - 2:22 a.m.
before/after
strangely
non-functional guestbook
We sat in the back of the dark movie theatre. Most of the crowd sat in front of me, as I pulled out my cock through the leg of my shorts and put her hand on it, and she, for what seemed like the first time, took an independent interest in it, not in that this-is-a-new-guy-and-a-strange-cock-so-I-want-to-be-careful sense, but in that get-a-grip-on-it-and-see-what-makes-it-tic sort of way, with ownership, like a new toy, the way the real girls do, not like a coked up blown out porn star or a stuck up daddys little girl prom queen but 'this-dick-is-mine-and-Im-going-to-make-it-beg-for-mercy', carressingly, lovingly, surreptitiously in the dark. A real Im-gonna-make-you-cum-in-a-movie-theater emotion. and on the screen, the comedian actor made everyone laugh as discretely we went about our carnal deeds, trying to be silent, as the pleasure bubbled through my body, "Can they hear me breathing hard? DONT MOAN, FOR GOD'S SAKE WHATEVER-YOU-DO! DON'T MOAN!" I looked without moving at a girl walking to the snack counter for juju-bees, keeping a lookout for interlopers snoopers, the usher. No one noticed as I approached my peak, feeling the humanity closing in on my psychic space, the excitement of the possibility of being discovered titilating, tempting me for more. I tapped her on her shoulder, without a word letting her know the time had arrived. She leaned over and took it in the mouth as good girls do, while I leaned back enjoying the movie, relaxed, feeling like I had gotten away with something, pulling one over on The Man.
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