Teeming

Once we arrive, we know it is going to be packed, because even the parking lot is standing room only. Not literally, but it takes me seven minutes to find a vacant space. Amy frowns a little, “Guess that's a no on our plan for you sucking us off.”

“Jesus Christ, it's so crowded,” Juno murmurs from directly behind me, “I mean, I realise it's opening weekend, but damn.” I hum without a real answer as I park, and turn the key in the ignition. Getting out, I follow behind and allow them to lead.

“You know, I love the new status quo,” Enzo says, looking back at me, then back to Amy, “but this will take getting used to. He doesn't usually follow like this.” Amy stops and we pause, and she looks back at me, herself, chewing on her lower lip.

“New rule, slut,” she says, snapping her fingers and jerking her head, and I quickly move forward, “You walk with people. You walk at our side. Never follow, always join us. Clear?” I nod immediately, smiling, not just because she called me slut.

“Much better,” Juno says, as we resume our path to the theatre entrance. Inside, the lobby is just absolutely teeming with moviegoers. It isn't so jam-packed we're forced to squeeze between folks, but I've never seen it being this totally crowded.

“Wow,” Enzo breathes, and it takes thirty minutes to reach the counter, to order four tickets. It's a good thing that this is a recently-constructed two-story multiplex with a total of thirty screening rooms. I take a deep breath, as I look around.

Tickets-in-hand, we had to the waiting area, past the ticket-check fellow. Amy sits, but because of how crowded it is, there just isn't enough room. She pats her thigh, and I pivot to turn my back to her. Amy puts her arms around me, then pulls.

I slide down onto her lap, letting myself relax against her, wrapped in her arms, as Enzo and Juno sit to either side. Some other moviegoers look at us oddly, before someone elbows them and whispers in their ear. I can guess what they'll say.

He's the smallest one, at bare minimum, It makes sense he has to sit on someone's lap. I'm not small, but I am below average for a man, being roundabout the same height as R.D.J. I wouldn't say exactly, since I've never met the gentleman.

The comments I can't hear could be less considerate, ruder or more degrading, but I don't really care. I close my eyes and lean back into Amy, resting my head back on her shoulder. I'm usually good in crowds, but this, here, is really rather a lot.

An unknowable number of voices creates a hell of a din. An uncertain volume of distinct, warring scents creates a rather cacophonous experience for my nose. I don't like it, but I'm managing, and I will deal with it, for Amy, and for the twins.

Once we reach the theatre on the second level, it is crowded, too. We let Amy choose a reasonable row, and I notice that it is literally all men. Amy and Juno will literally be the only women in the entire row of seats, as we make our way slowly in.

Once we're seated, with me in between Juno and Amy, I notice Amy leaning and whispering. On the other side of us, Enzo is doing the same, which can only mean one thing. They're asking if the men on either side mind someone receiving oral.

I can hear the low din of murmurs. A hundred distinct conversations all around the screening room, as we sit underneath the artificial lights. I lean back against the back of my chair and simply let myself relax, waiting for a decision to be made.

Even before the lights dim, Amy's hand behind my back slides up. Her fingers slip into my hair, and I look over, watching as she unbuttons and unzips. She looks at me and pulls my hair without hesitation, forward and down, “Down, fag. Now.”

Dozens of eyes are on me as I slide down out of the seat and onto my knees in front of Amy. The man on the other side of her unbuttons and unzips, as Amy frees her cock and wrenches my hair. Amy doesn't hesitate, she forces my mouth down.

I watch him free his cock, likely not the only man doing so, and start to stroke. I moan soft on Amy's cock, and the hand in my hair relaxes. I slide my mouth up to her crown, then slide down again, starting to bob my head on her phallus, silently.

In the interest of discretion, I decide not to moan. As the man beside me starts to stroke himself, I look up at Amy, and tilt my head questioningly. Amy bites her lip, but jerks her chin the tiniest bit down. I reach up for the man, patting his hand.

His hand moves, and my fingers slide around the stranger's cock, as I start to stroke him. I breathe deep, breathing in the warm, aromatic musk of Amy's scent. My fingers tighten on the man's cock until he gasps, and his hips buck into my grip.

I feel a smug swell of satisfaction, as my hand moves on his shaft. Sliding slowly down Amy's, I match the pace of my hand to that of my mouth, to let him have that little fantasy. Quiet and sure, I slide my mouth to her hilt, then drag it slowly up.

Amy flexes her fingers in my hair. I don't have any clue how many people are watching, or fantasising, or masturbating. When the lights start to dim, the sound of them is more pronounced, somehow. I can see less, but I can hear it even more.

I keep my movements smooth, but accelerate the pace of my movements on her, my hand on the stranger's meat. Amy's fingers massage my scalp as I move in silent reverence. Her breath is heavy, and the man is struggling with a soft growl.