The place I went had two theaters, side by side. At the front of the each theater there was a connecting room for smoking for the most part. You could...go through a door next to the screen and enter a room that had another door going into the other theater. I had sucked a guy off in there before but I was always nervous because you never knew who would come walking in. As much as I loved being a faggot slut in my nylons I was still rather picky about who I got on my knees for. One night I went. ” “Honey?” “Yes?” “Kiss me.” Sam waited, still unsure of the naked woman in front of him. He longed to pull her into the bedroom and ravish her, but worried he would scare her. And that’s not what he wanted from her. That he acknowledged to himself what he wanted should have bothered him. It didn’t at all. Standing on tiptoes, she pressed her lips to his. He held still until he felt her tongue. That’s when he picked her up and devoured her mouth with his. It was far more than Abby had. Once before, I had sort of 'tricked' a girl into trying my monstrous size, and it hadn't turned out very well for either of us. I had basically went down on her missionary, keeping my cock out of her hands and sight until she was good and wet. I had then moved up, still blocking her view, and entered her. Unlike some guys with large cocks, I have never had a problem getting to my 'full hardness', and I was fully hard that night as I entered Karen. She was ok at first, but rapidly reached her. ”“I… I’m going to go get the rest of our stuff and I’ll meet you downstairs?”I nodded. “I’m cool, Rock. Really.” He nodded back and left. I glanced over at the long mirror across from the bed and couldn’t recognize it. Sure I always talked a big game, but Melissa was the game. She was tall, beautiful, confident, and obviously desirable. I knew then what I needed to do. I had to lean into that, not pull away. Own it, and work it.I changed clothes, threw on some pantyhose and a short skirt,.