“Wanna go see a movie?”

Amy murmurs the question in my ear, as I relax in her arms. One of the best things about having a best friend who is a bit physically bigger than you? Their hugs are amazing little sanctuaries of warmth and affection that travel incredibly well.

“Are we going to watch a movie or do you just want me to suck your cock in a theatre?” I ask teasingly, referencing an old classic song by a musician we both love. She giggles softly before biting my ear, not hard, but enough for it to sting a little.

“Smart-ass little slut,” she murmurs, lovingly, “yes, but, also yes. I want you to suck my cock while the advertisements are rolling before they actually start the movie. Also during the end credits, while we wait to see if there'll be a hidden scene.”

“Okay, that's actually very fair,” I answer, having no particular objection to servicing her cock twice, possibly to the tune of two loads of milk in my belly before we walk out of the theatre. “I can do that. So, what's even in theatres, right now?”

“You know, I don't even know, I was thinking we could just go, and decide when we arrive,” she hums, thoughtfully, but continues, “I know Young Washington is in theatres, but, who cares about that racist slaver? I know the Odyssey's out.”

“Odyssey sounds good to me,” I answer, “Albeit if the theatre is crowded, it might complicate me sucking you off, Amy.” She hums thoughtfully, because someone would very conceivably complain about her getting head directly beside them.

“True. I mean, we can decide once we're actually there, if we're serious about you going down on me right in the theatre,” she says, “worst-case scenario, we could ask the people to either side if they mind, as long as you, you know, are silent.”

“Sounds reasonable,” I nod, “If they would want their cocks sucked, too, that would have to be a no, or I might end up on my knees the entire film sucking off the entire row.” Amy giggles in my ear in answer to that, but squeezes, reassuringly.

“Of course. I don't want you to miss the movie, the movie's still the main reason we're going, after all!” she affirms firmly, which puts my mind at ease. Granted, fairly certain there are no theatres that allow cock slaves to be used inside, anyway.

“Awesome. Well, if we're going to make their morning matinee, we should probably get off of my bed,” I say. Amy giggles, and pinches my nipples, twisting hard enough to make me gasp. Then she eases up, swinging her legs and mine with her.

Amy stands, still holding onto me, and sets me down, looking me over. She bites her lip and grins, and I can tell that she's thinking how much she'd like to take me just as is. “Come on. It'd be hot to take you to the movies nude, but we cannot.”

I nod, following her out to where my clothes are, quietly collecting undergarments, a sleeveless crop top, and jean shorts. Amy opens the front door and leans against the doorframe, as she calls, “Hey, I'm gonna take the slut out to the movies!”

“All right, Amy, dear. Have fun, you two!” Dad calls back, before the twins dart into the room together.

“What're you gonna go see?” Juno asks Amy, disregarding me for the moment, since Amy was the one that announced it.

“The Odyssey,” Amy replies, “Obviously, we may need to sit around for a while, depending on showtimes, but he can't just be nude in public. He's not even officially a cock slave. This is an informal experiment solely for my research purposes.”

“You mind if we come with?” Enzo asks, and I look over my shoulder at them as I take my shoes off the top of the dresser.

“Well, we're hoping we'll have the chance for him to suck my cock during the before-movie advertisements,” Amy replies truthfully, “which will require permission from anyone sitting too near. I don't want him missing the movie sucking dick.”

“Fair,” Enzo replies, and the twins exchange glances, before both of them nod, “we won't ask him to suck us off, too. Next time, maybe, but not this time, unless the theatre is abandoned and we're literally the only ones in our part of the row.”

“Awesome, then no, I don't mind at all, the more the merrier,” Amy says, “He'll be blowing me after the movie, too, mind. We're going to watch the credits just in case the director snuck in a hidden scene and nobody's telling anyone about that.”

“Better to check for yourself on that one, yeah,” Juno agrees, nodding. Decision made, the twins slip past Amy through the front door and out into the yard. I follow, getting dressed just this side of the gate, ending in carefully tying my shoelaces.

“All right, whore, let's take your car,” Amy says. Juno takes one look at me, then dashes into the house and then jogs back, tossing me my keys. She knew full well the moment Amy said it that she hadn't seen me get my keys. I'd have had to strip.

“Thanks, Juno,” I smile, before quickly going to the driveway, unlocking my car and waiting for everyone to get in. Once all of us are in our safety belts, I turn the ignition, and put the car in reverse, rolling backwards, and out onto the street.

The nearest theatre in Santa Rosa isn't that far away, and I know the route well enough. I've always been a cautious and defensive driver, so I actually enjoy driving. It's relaxing, and I've never once been the sort that experienced “road rage.”