Fucked in a Home Theatre

Author's note: all characters are at least 18

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When I was in college, I was part of a secret society that put on monthly orgies in an old brick mansion, secluded in the woods.

I was a tall, hairy, gay dude with muscles in the right places. I looked sturdy and my tan skin, 70s cop-show swagger and long black hair (always in a low ponytail) meant people easily believed I was good in bed. With all the practice that got me, I soon was. God, I sure did fuck. It was only a matter of time before I joined the orgy club and became a regular at their mansion parties.

One time, I was at one of these parties, wandering the vast maze of rooms and corridors filled with horny college kids getting it on when I saw a trans boy sitting alone in the front row of what looked like a home theater. It had a big projector screen with nothing playing on it, and rows and rows of theater-style folding seats--the kind you get at the cheaper theaters in America. It was the size of a real movie theater.

He was naked, the official signal at these parties for being willing to fuck, but here he was by himself, seemingly staring at a blank screen.

He must have been about 5'7", with a slim, muscular build and short golden hair.

As I cautiously approached, I could hear him irritatedly grunting to himself, and a squelching noise that must have been his wet cunt. So that was why he wasn't watching a movie. He had something else entertaining him.

He was so focused on reaching orgasm that he didn't hear me sit in the seat behind him. I watched, amused, as his aggressive fingering reached a fever pitch. He was clearly tense, and his posture was hunched. He finally growled in frustration.

"For fuck's sake!" He leaned back, panting. "This is stupid."

I saw my opportunity. "Need some help?"

He jolted right out of his seat, turning around as it automatically folded up behind him. "How long have you been here? What do you want?"

"Easy, easy", I said. "I've only been here a few minutes, and what I want is to give you what you want."

"You don't know what I want!" He was pissed, I could tell, and his freckled face was beet red.

"Oh really? Sit on my lap. Give me five minutes with you, and if you don't want what I have, I'll leave you alone."

He looked suspiciously at me. Then, after giving me a defiant look, vaulted over the front row and sat on my lap. "Get to it."

I placed my hands on the tops of his thighs. "Patience, bud." I began to gently massage his thighs, working my strong fingers into his wound up muscles.

"I'm out of here in five minutes on the dot. Unbelievable waste of time." He was pouting, but as he did, his breathing slowed, and his posture loosened up. He began to fidget less.

My hands moved to his inner thighs, at the edges of his entrance. I leaned down and gave him a decadent, passionate kiss on the neck, savoring the sweaty taste of his pale skin. He bit his lip and moaned loud. I could tell I'd surprised him.

He protested again, with less conviction, "get it over with... come on."

I took my hands off him. "Listen. Orgasm is not a destination you get to faster by running. You can't force it. Just keep working at and it'll happen when you least expect it. Now. Are you going to be a good boy? A good, patient, boy?"

He wiggled in my lap, clearly hornier than he had been before. "Ughhh... okay. I trust you." My two longest fingers on my left hand curled into a hook and entered his hole. He gasped.

"Oh, oh yeah, oh my--fuck--fuck yes, yes, yes, ohhh... more...!"

I fingered him briskly at a pace that kept him squirming from the stimulation, but I didn't rush. I gently tickled his belly with my other hand, and when that would become too much, I'd kiss him again on the neck. By now we were both drenched in sweat, and his juices were soaking the seat.

At this point he couldn't keep himself from making noise, and he was fidgeting like mad. I could see he was fighting to keep his scraps of composure, so I grabbed the back of his head, turned him to face me, and kissed him on the lips, plunging my hand into his cunt as he squirted all over the seat, fluid dribbling onto the floor, his legs twitching and his eyes tearing up.

He leaned back, resting against my chest, a contented smile on his face.

"Good boy. I knew you could do it.

Now get up. I haven't cum all day, and your pussy is mine."

He looked stunned for a moment, then he grinned and got unsteadily to his feet, walking around to the front of the theater and bracing himself against the front row seats. I came up behind him. God his ass was sexy. I gave it a rough jiggle, and he snickered drunkenly, still high on fuck.

I lined up my cock with his pussy and speared him immediately, bouncing off his butt with eager energy. He was soaked. I could feel how much of an impact my fingers had made firsthand, and it turned me the fuck on. He cackled delightedly as I took him from behind, and his tight cunt assured me that I wouldn't last long.

I soon blew my load into his cunt, pulling out as I did and spraying him with my goop. He groaned like an animal, then flopped on the ground, and began to drift off to sleep.

I went to a lot of those parties, but I'll never forget that one.