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I don't even remember the name of the movie. All I remember is sitting next to Jack, and how we felt together. It was the first time I'd met the man in person, and he'd let me hold his hand from halfway through the previews. He had strong hands, a little rough from the wear of his forty-something years. I was holding the hand he'd used to tell me some of his innermost secrets over the chat window the last few weeks. There were a few times we'd cum together over those chat sessions too, and this was the hand I was sure he had used. This was the hand that had grasped the shaft of his cock and stroked it, in time with mine, as we chatted about the things two men might do together in bed. My hand was touching the hand that had touched his shaft - so tantalizingly close itself. It was by the end of the previews that this line of thinking had me hard, sitting in the darkened theater, next to this man I essentially didn't know.
It was Jack that made the next move, releasing my hand to raise the armrest between the two theater seats. Two seats become one. We pressed into each other's side, watching, but not watching the screen. His hand on mine again, hearts were in throats as their pounding threatened to drown out the sound. It was with a dry gulp that I realized what was happening, and what might about to happen. Those two theater seats were the next step on some unknown road for the both of us. We both had families that weren't each other. Maybe things could've been different in a different time, but this was illicit. As much as we'd searched for a way to avoid it, this movie theater and what might follow could be the beginning of a road so damaging. And maybe also the road to a better future, but how to make that bet?
I put my hand on his thigh. Bare and muscular under his shorts. Warm. Almost quivering. Sliding my hand over his thigh, his knee. And then back up his leg to the margin of his shorts, and above. Rhythmically, I stroked his leg, feeling his reaction and mine. Moving my hand to his inner thigh, and closer to his sexuality, he turned into me, more intimate, his other hand on my leg in the beginnings of an embrace. Moving our heads together, eyes finally stopped pretending to watch the movie, and our lips gently touched, pressing into each other and distending flesh against flesh. His hand, more unfettered by mental restraint, moved to the of my head, pulling me into his now probing tongue. Opening our mouths a bit, lips slid against lips as we each searched for a way to turn the kiss deeper still in the darkness. Some sort of explosion on screen popped us back to pretending to watch the movie.
We had our hands on each other's thighs, but that didn't last long. Time being short for both of us, we both knew the sense of urgency of the clandestine encounter. Sliding my hand up, I didn't stop this time, coming to rest on his bulging crotch. And he was hard, erect with the thought of being together, of being with me. Even beneath his shorts, I could feel the unyielding shaft of his cock. A tighter grasp, and I knew just how hard he was, and a little bigger than me. So focused on him, I almost lost sight of the fact he was doing the same to me, feeling my thigh, my shaft, through my shorts.
Bringing my hand up, I slid under his shirt, onto his bare stomach, slightly soft with hard muscle underneath. Cupped in my hand in the darkness, I slid to the waistband of his shorts, and then underneath, feeling private parts that usually are unseen. Sliding down to the base of his shaft, his cock brushed warmly against the top of my hand, moist already. Sliding over the curly hair at the base of his shaft, I grasped his cock directly, feeling for the first time, this man's hard erection in the grip of my hand. Sliding my hand up and down, the skin slid over the hardness underneath and over his head.
Turning toward him, I pulled his waistband down with one hand and grabbed his shaft with the other. Watching him in the flickering movie light, lightly kissing him on the lips, I slowly and deliberately stroked him in the back row of that theater. Cuddling into each other, he whispered "Don't stop... please don't stop." I kept stroking, feeling him react, feeling his precum ooze out of the tip of his shaft. For the first time I saw a man start to approach his orgasm, as I relentlessly pushed him towards it. I have to admit I wasn't completely sure I wanted to go all that way, but watching and feeling his reaction pushed me to continue.
"I'm getting close..."
It was a combination of practicality and lust that led me to bring my mouth down to the head of his shaft. As much as I wanted to watch the squirt and see his reaction, I wanted to taste it too. As he realized what I was about to do, he flinched ever so slightly, and then pushed up toward my mouth, my lips enveloping his head. With stifled moans, he went over the edge, his cum flooding into my mouth, over my tongue and pooling against the back of my lips. Milking him to the end, I slowly withdrew my mouth, savoring the taste of his saltiness in my mouth. Swallowing, as we relaxed into the movie seats.
A few minutes later, he pulled down the waistband of my own pants. My own cock flickered for us in the light of the movie theater, as he took his mouth to and around my shaft. With his hand on my shaft and balls and his mouth working my head, he expertly and completely took over my senses. I was focused all on my cock and his head bobbing up and down in the light. It was only a minute or two when wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, and I shot my load into his mouth. More stifled moans and the afterglow as he let me soften inside his mouth.
A few minutes later the credits were rolling and we were walking outside the theater and into whatever would come next.