Stuart's cock was hard as steel. Pre-cum smeared the front of his bikini underwear and he stirred fitfully in the seat. If this theater wasn't so filthy and crowded, he'd whip it out and jerk off right now.
He glanced at Don two feet away lewdly massaging his crotch. On the murky screen a gorgeous blonde was being fucked by two studs. Impaled on one thick shaft, the other enormous, oiled penis stretched her asshole. She moaned in delight.
"Oh man..." Stuart huskily whispered, "I could cum in seconds. So friggin horny."
"Yeah me too. Look at the size of that cock in her ass. That's gotta hurt. So thick. Shaves his balls too."
The erotic scene continued with soft music and the girl's sighs of pure passion. Don ogled the large penis drilling her dark tunnel and envisioned one of his own fantasies, to have his asshole stuffed. His cock was so stiff it ached.
"Hey. Umm Stu. You want to head out, go back to my place?" Don suggestively whispered.
"Yeah okay with me." The duo promptly eased from the scratched, torn chairs and into the narrow aisle. About four rows back a middle aged man with a grey business suit focused intently on the screen. Don noticed his fly open and the arrow shaped erection proudly in view. Manicured hands were placed on his thighs. He smiled as they walked by.
Across the garish lobby, they blinked as their eyes adjusted to the afternoon sunlight. The day was warm but had the hint of autumn in the air. Don giggled.
"What's funny?"
"Did you see that guy with his hard John Thomas and out in the open?"
"Nope." Stuart said sucking in the refreshing air, "You always notice things like that!"
Don's small apartment was eight blocks away and near the campus where both attended the university. Stu and Don had been inseparable friends for many years and they laughed and cajoled while walking the distance.
Stuart was hefty with wavy black hair, loved cars and an only child. Don was more slim, the athletic type and had 2 older sisters, 1 younger.
The men skipped up the two sets of wide, wooden stairs. Don unlocked the door and felt the cool rush of A/C.
"Glad you kept the air on. Feels great." Stu acknowledged, retreating to the bathroom. Don kicked off his sandals, doffed the tee shirt and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. In the quiet living room, he reflected on his best friend. The mischief they'd got into. The school years and all the changes they had shared.
Stu took a swig from the offered bottle and plopped onto the leather couch. "Christ, what're you smiling about now?"