#impure thoughts

Dennis opens his eyes but it’s impossible to get ‘em to focus. Here’s the deal. Robby agreed to go out tonight, which they don’t do a whole lot because they’re not supposed to be doing anything, really, even if that’s staying in. A dark theater is a happy medium. It provides them anonymity, but still appeases Dennis’ lovesick yearning to be taken out—to be something beyond a bedmate to his boss.

Not that this is really doing anything to dispel that concern. It’s not a bed, but apparently the back row of the Harris gets his old man just as hot. It’s eleven on a Friday night and they’re not even close to being the sole patrons. Robby seems to really like that, too.

“I’m watching, now shush,” says Dennis, stricken with fear that someone’ll hear them or see them and run for the hills and call the cops and everything will fall apart and Robby won’t ever talk to him again and-

That doesn’t mean he isn’t fucking soaking wet, practically sitting in a puddle of his own making.

His shorts are only looped around his left thigh—the right, the side closer to Robby, is totally bare, and not only that but it’s spread to make room for Robby’s burly, veiny hand. Robby’s hoodie is haphazardly tossed over them like a blanket, but take a close enough look and there’s no doubt about what’s going on underneath.

And what’s going on is this. Three of Robby’s big, long fingers are curled inside of his cunt, pumping in thick, sliding out sticky, and Dennis knows, knows, that were this movie not so loud, the theater would be ample with the echoing sounds of their slick, slippery fucking.

“You’re shushing me? Jesus, kid, d’you know how noisy your pussy is?”

He doesn’t even remember what it is—some movie from the seventies that Robby said is a classic, something he really should be paying attention to because Robby likes it. But Robby likes this, too. Likes playing with Dennis, likes making space for himself inside.

robby gets the first turn because he’s familiar, a good way to ease into things. shark watches for a while, slowly jerking himself off while he looks at robby’s cock plunging in and out of dennis, but he starts to get overeager and impatient so he comes around to where dennis’ head is smushed into the pillow and he lifts him up by the chin and fucks his cock into his mouth. dennis takes it from both ends for a while, and then robby and shark switch off. he sees shark and robby fist-bump, bro-ish and fratty, and he has never felt more like a pretty little toy in his life.

he sorta wants to see them kiss each other. he wonders if he could get them to do that for him.

shark is big, maybe even a little bigger than robby, and he’s stronger too. dennis blows robby for a little while but he’s making too much involuntary noise and he can’t concentrate on head when he’s getting his back blown out like this. instead, robby stoops down to his level and kisses the noises right out of his lips, encouraging him, soothing him, and jacking himself off where dennis unfortunately can’t see.

they make an attempt at double penetration but they really can’t fit, dennis is way too little. something to work towards, robby says, and dennis just melts. robby can teach him, can show him, he knows it. he could teach him anything.

finally, they take turns passing dennis’ ass back and forth, giving him about a minute of their cocks at a time before the other grabs him by the hips and greedily repositions him. they both get their chance to finish inside him, and by the end of it dennis is a loose, wet, gaping mess. he’s never felt this open, he’s never felt this soaked. he wonders if this is what it’s like to have a cunt, to be naturally wet, and he full-body blushes at the thought. the guys play with his asshole for a while, rubbing curious fingers through the mess and sticking thumbs inside of him to play.