“Well, I can’t be one-upped, can I?” And Ashleigh leaned down and consumed my shaft between her lips. All she did was move up and down my cock s...owly – nothing overly dramatic. I held her hair as she did to keep it from getting in her way, but also from potentially touching anything on the seats, she wouldn’t like it too.Two blow jobs in the top two rows of this theater went on for a few minutes before Ashleigh, and the girl both needed air. Ashleigh and presumably, the girl both continued to. But I finally got inside and was immediately enveloped in the soft, deep drums of a slow trance track that filled the dimly lit interior. Linda pulled me through the crowds to a table, and a moment later, Eve was also there, three cocktails in her hands. A mojito, I realized, for Linda, a screwdriver for herself and something unknown but decidedly pink for me. We hopped onto the barstools and clinked our glasses, their giddiness infectious. “To a wild night!” Linda exclaimed, and we echoed the. I figured that the light meant someone occupied it. I watched for a bit and decided it was now or never and found a booth next to a lighted one and went in. I put in my money, pulled down my pants and sat for I minute. My heart was racing with excitement. I placed my finger into the hole to signal the guy next to me and in came a cock. It was a pretty good size cock and was semi hard.I immediately got on my knees in front of the hole and started stroking it. Then I took it into my mouth and. "Home folks think I'm big in Detroit City.By the letters that I write they think I'm fine.By days I make the cars, and by night I make the bars.Oh if only they just read between the linesThey'd know I want to go homeI want to go homeOh how I want to go home"It's the way I felt. I was just kind of a lonely guy. I spent my nights at the bars. That's how I met Shelly. Of course I've met a number of women, but Shelly and me kind of hit it off. She was a bit flirty but I loved it. I guess the women.