I had to laugh to myself, because if he really knew what I meant by all that. “By the way, here are your keys, before I forget. We cleaned up a litt...e before leaving.” I added. “Now, that is what I call a good friend. You really didn’t have to do that, but at the same time I greatly appreciate it.” He said. We sat around drinking and talking about the old days of when we were carefree and somewhat wild in our teens. Before we knew it, it was closing time and they were kicking everyone out of. She got up and grabbed it. She soon realised that it was my penis and quickly went bright red from embarrassment. I told her not to worry about it and that it felt good when she touched it. She sat on the bed and looked at me weird again, she asked me if I would tell anybody about what just happened. I told her no as it was probably bad for me if anybody found out too. We then both got into our beds and were silent for a bit. She then asked if I have ever touched myself to get that good feeling. He became our friend and would look out for us. He knew Henry was a stud with a big dick because Henry had fucked him too!I always got there ahead of Henry. I never wore underwear. I would sit on the last row nearest the back wall. There was about 10-15 feet between the last row and the wall. As soon as Henry entered the theater, he would lean against the back wall watching the movies playing. He would unzip his fly and I could hear him roll on a rubber. He would let his eyes get adjusted then. ” I took his hand in mine. “It’s a rather small apartment, but it’s mine. We’re in the living room now, and the kitchen’s just over there.” I tugged on his hand a little bit and he followed me. “The bathroom’s here to the left.”I felt his arms wrap around my waist from behind. His lips followed a line from my collarbone up to my ear. “Where’s the bedroom?” he whispered.“I thought we were going to have a movie marathon weekend,” I said flatly, trying not to give away just how much he was.