The Cinema

Colin was ready to make his move.

There were barely a dozen people in the movie theatre and it was more than normally dark thanks to the fact that the film playing was a horror movie taking place at night.

Scott and Mason hadn't been able to make it to the multi-screen Cineplex tonight as originally planned, so Colin was here alone with Quentin.

Quentin. His crush.

Colin was not out to his friends. He believed that Quentin returned his affections, but he couldn't truly be sure. They needed to talk about it, but Colin had tried to bring up the subject and just couldn't face his friend in the light.

But now he was sitting in the dark.

And he was determined to show Quentin how he felt about him and to Hell with the consequences.

But before he did anything, he had to obey the call of nature.

"I'll be right back," Colin whispered.

"Mmm-hmm," Quentin replied, his attention on the movie.

Colin went to the washroom and drained the lizard. He washed his hands and looked in the mirror. His nerves were fried from thinking and rethinking his plan. He rededicated himself to his intended purpose. It was a big risk, but it would get his feelings about Quentin out in the open with more than words could say. That was a chance worth taking.

Colin returned to the theatre and looked up at the seats. It was very dark. He climbed the steps and caught the glint of light off a figure about where he thought they had been sitting. Quentin.

He sat down beside his friend, unable to concentrate on the movie at all, barely aware it was playing. He had to make his move soon. The film was half over.

He put his right hand on Quentin's left knee. He felt Quentin tighten up beside him, but he did not make any move to eject Colin's hand from his leg. After a minute or so, Colin let his hand slide over to the inside of Quentin's thigh. Again, a noticeable stiffening but no reaction. Emboldened by events so far, Colin let his hand roam to the package tucked between Quentin's legs. He squeezed gently. A slight moan was audible over the movie noise.

Colin took that as a sign. He turned in his seat and felt his way with both hands in the dark, fumbling to open his friend's fly. Quentin raised his ass off the seat so Colin could pull his pants and underwear down far enough to reach his goal.

Colin had been studying up on how to perform the perfect blowjob. Now he applied what he had learned. He knew to keep his teeth behind his lips. He engulfed the stiffening rod in his mouth. He knew to use his tongue. He licked around the sensitive glans of the penis. He knew to apply suction and swallow as much of the cock as he could. He bobbed his head over Quentin's dick vigorously, sucking it and letting his cheeks cave in to massage the sides of the organ in his mouth. He knew to jack the part of the penis he couldn't get in his mouth with his hand. He wound his fingers around the base of Quentin's cock and tugged it encouragingly.

And he knew to finish the job.

That had been the scary part for Colin. Swallowing cum had frightened him. What if he gagged at the taste, or worse, threw up? So he had practiced in the only manner open to him. For weeks, he had masturbated over thoughts of Quentin and finished each time by eating his own cum out of his hand. Now he was used to the taste of semen.

It only took a few minutes to bring Quentin to orgasm. He bucked and groaned savagely as Colin sucked every last drop of his cum out of his cock. Colin was afraid someone in the theatre would hear them, but he didn't stop until the flow of cum had ended. He swallowed every drop proudly. From start to finish, the feast of Quentin had been delicious.

Now he had only to tell him in words how he felt.

I love you.

As he sat up and looked Quentin in the face, the movie screen was brilliantly illuminated by a well-lit scene and Colin could see-

-that this was not Quentin.

"Thanks, man," the unfamiliar and nerdy young man said. "You can do that to me anytime."

Colin had the impression that the young man was going to offer him his cell number, but realizing his mistake, he fled the scene. As he burst out of the theatre he looked at the number over the door. Five. He was supposed to be in Six.

As he came to the door of Screen Six, Colin was crestfallen to see Quentin and the few other people from the audience were just coming out.

"Where did you go?" Quentin asked.

"Washroom," Colin said truthfully, blushing.

"For fifteen minutes?"

"I, uh, had trouble with something I ate." Also true.

Desperate to change the subject and right back to square one with Quentin, Colin asked how the movie was.

"It sucked."

It should have, Colin thought, it should have.