“Yes." He said, “Where do you live?”“I live in New York with my parents and my cat.” I said, and laughed at how I made the cat seem importan.... Actually, I don’t really like that cat. His name is Smokey. My dad brought him home one day when I was five.“New York? What brings you to Charleston?” He asked with his smooth voice. My stomach fluttered.“Vacation with my family. My older cousins live around here.” He smiled and I looked down at my wet clothing. My red tank top clung to my body. “Maybe I. ” “All’s fair in war, brother.” Dad jeered, “Your V.C. Daddy sure knew that.” “Fucking racist asshole. I’m telling the manager about this shit.” “You’re in the panhandle, man! The manager will just agree with me!” Dad laughed as the two men slinked away. I gave him an incredulous eye. “So you shoot guns, you hate Clinton, and now you’re racist too.” “Oh, I’m not racist.” He laughed, peering cautiously over the obstacle, “Anything you say during competition is not a reflection of your character;. My hand slowly started to stroke his now fully erect cock. His cock was larger than Steve's and I was fascinated by the contrast of my white fingers and has black dick. I could see some pre-cum shining on the tip and I rubbed my thumb over it. Derrick shivered as I used his pre-cum to lube his cock. I looked at Steve and he was watching and taking pictures."Baby. He needs more lube! Spit on his cock!" Steve said and I could hear the passion in his voiceI leaned over and let some of my spit drip. I walked to the back of the store and I saw a sign that said $10.00 for theater. MMMMM that sounded good. I went to the cashier and gave him $10.00 and entered the theater. Their were movie style seats everywhere. I walked to the back side so I didnt go in front of the other guys in there and had a seat.As I sat there trying to rub my 7 inch cock thru my shorts three guys came and sat next to me. One on my right and two on my left. I smiled and nodded my head to acknowledge them. Two of them.