Fucking My Girlfriend's Boyfriend By P.L. Zon
It was 1987. I was 18 and my best girlfriend Brianna had another new boyfriend she was dying for me to meet. We were going to check out this new movie "The Lost Boys" and she said she was bringing Rick for us to meet each other. She went on and on about Rick for hours on the phone with me. Our parents always got mad when we tied the phones up. What if someone important needed to call us? In 1987, before cellphones and texting, this was commonplace for 18-year-olds.
Brianna was that friend every closeted gay boy had. She was almost like a sister. As usual we went to the Park Place Cinema Seven for midnight movies on Friday. I was there 30 minutes early. And, as usual, my friend Tyrone from high school marching band was working. He let me in without paying.
Back then the Park Place Cinema Seven was the go-to theater; the main theater here in Charleston, WV. Tyrone is like "Jerry, remember, hang low so no one sees you. I don't want to get in trouble." I always had to duck into the men's room before any showing so as not to get Tye in trouble.
This was getting harder to do. I had a growth spurt and was now 6ft2 with blond spikey hair, a slightly muscular build and piercing blue eyes. I went to the men's room to duck out of anyone's view. That is where I met Mr. Tall, Dark and Smoldering Good Looks. He was standing at one of the three urinals. He stood about six feet tall, good tan, black hair, slender. My casual look-away glance told me he was uncut and a good six inches flaccid.
I perfected the look away glance for high school gym class. I was not out and no one questioned my sexuality. I would date a girl for a couple of weeks and breakup when sex was the next step. I dated Brianna and dropped her before sex became an issue.
Our "breakup" in junior high left me with a friend for life. If I was straight, she was the type I would go for. She had long dark hair, was 5 feet 9 inches and slightly athletic from playing tennis.
Smoldering Hot Guy glanced my way and smiled. I gasped. He caught me with his own look away. My cock twinged as he woke up and wanted to give this guy a personal greeting. In 1987 I was at the mercy of my dick. I had not mastered how to keep from getting a raging hardon when the wind blew. All seven and a half inches of my dick woke up for the appreciative look he gave me.
I shook my cock off and went up to wash my hands before ducking into a stall to wait for the start of midnight movies. Tall, hot as fuck boy approached the sinks and smiled.
"Hi, I'm Derrick," he said.
"Jerry nice to meet you," I replied, entranced by his hazel green eyes. While reaching out to shake his hand I flung copious amounts of water all over his Levi 501s.
"Fuck. I'm sorry," I said. I quickly grabbed some paper towels and started drying him off.
"It's okay," he said as I nervously continued to dry his pants off.
"Oh." I gasped as distracted by his smile I realized I was essentially giving him a hand job through his jeans. He smiled that devil-may-care smile at me.
"It's all good." He groaned. To my pleasure I realized Derrick was now hard. I looked into his eyes just as Simon Le Bon started singing "Her name is Rio she don't need to understand" across the speakers in the bathroom. I said to myself fuck it, faced him, grabbed his head in my hands and kissed him hard and long. To my surprise he kissed me back.
Derrick was like "do you wanna?" The next thing I knew we were fumbling to get our clothes off in the oversized handicap stall. I pulled his shorts down and was greeted by his lengthening cock. He was a good eight hard and I did not hesitate to go down on him immediately. Derrick moaned out as I deep throated his cock. I struggled to get my dick released from the prison of my white briefs.
My cock finally free, I started jerking it while I unsuccessfully tried to not gag on his cock. His dick was about half an inch longer than mine; however, I was thick as fuck.
He started tensing up and pushed me off him.
"I'm about to cum," he said and pulled me up off my knees and kissed me, tongue and all. He then lowered himself and went down on me quick, taking me to the hilt. This was the best blowjob I'd had so far in my life; it was really the third time anyone else besides me had worked my cock.
I was technically a virgin as I had not been fucked yet. There was just a handjob from my cousin Stanley last year when we were cleaning out our grandparents' tool shed. Then there was the aborted blowjob Daniel the quarterback tried to give me before we heard the coach walk into the locker room.
Derrick was so fucking good taking all of me in. He would pause when I started thrusting but stopped when he was saying to back off. I was too thick for that yet. I felt that buildup I was gonna cum but was trying not to. The excitement of it all and the fear of getting caught was driving me close to the edge of climax. I started tapping his head.
I told him "Dude I'm going to cum if you don't stop."
He pulled off continuing to stroke me and said "Go for it. I want your load." I started thrusting again. My whole cock was disappearing into his hot mouth. He was moaning so bad with my cock still pummeling his hot mouth. It was then I felt the first splash of his hot cum hit my leg. That was all it took. I came hard and full in his mouth. My cum started running down his chin as he struggled to swallow my whole load. Derrick stood up, tucked his cock back in his tightie-whities and kissed me, letting my cum loose into my mouth. I swallowed all he gave.
He gave me his phone number and after we got our clothes all put back in place. He left the stall. I sat down on the toilet to allow time between us leaving so no one would suspect I'd just had my first blowjob from a guy in the men's room. At 10 to midnight, I went out and found Brianna. She was her usual bubbly self.
"There you are!" She screamed my name out as if we were the only two people in the theater. I asked her where was her new boyfriend at and she said "he went to get popcorn. Oh, here he is. Jerry this is Rick." I was shocked. Rick was none other than Derrick, the guy who just blew me in the men's room.
"Hey," Derrick says, "nice to meet you. It's Derrick. Only Brianna calls me Rick."
"OH!" I replied. "Nice to meet you."
"Let's get seats" Brianna said.
As fate would have it, I sat to the left of Derrick and Brianna on his right so she could talk to a girl from school. During the movie Derrick would make out with Brianna. I felt jealous and pissed that he was showing her all his attention. Until he snaked his hand over and started rubbing my cock through my shorts...