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. Ye story mere ek langotiya dost ke ghar se suru hui. Bachpan me mera dost Lokesh aur me eakthe kathe, nahate, or kelte the. Us ki bheane thi Bhawna wo hamse thin sal kuch mahine choti thi. Aksar hum ekatae hi kalte the.Bachpan me admi ko kuch pata nahi hota is liya hum nage hokar kai bar barish me nahate to kabhi swimming teacher ko pareshan karne ke liyea naga ho jate. Mera lund bachpan se hi lokesh se lamba tha. Bade hone ke bad Bhawna or mere me kuch doriya samjhe lo ya phir hasitation. We can play until we get tired and turn in.’ He succeeded admirably at sounding bored. But disinterested was a performance at which I had many years of practice and there was no way he could beat me at that game. And so we played. We both feigned lack of interest while trading repartee through a whole numbing evening of Lifetime reruns of movies with three-word titles. It could have been called Our Playful Evening. At least it should have been numbing. I was simmering. Then I moved to a slow. I was worried that having him around might be tougher than I imagined. Sage removed the towel and started to dry his hair. I was watching his bottom and he turned and he was slightly hard. The door opened and Sarah entered abruptly. Her eyes widened as she stared at Sage's penis. "Sarah!" I yelled and she screamed “I'm sorry” three times as she ran out. "I'll go talk to her". I told Sage and I followed Sarah down the hallShe was standing alone and started crying. She was so.