HS movie “date”
This is a true story from my days in high school—everyone in this story is 18+.In the early 2000s, through mutual GSAs at neighboring schools, I met Jack, a cute “ally” with sandy blonde hair and a big, easy laugh. He was usually boisterous around everyone else but turned shy and soft-spoken when it was just us. We hit it off fast and planned to meet that Sunday at the local movie theater for a three-hour film.We got there early to play arcade games, and he held onto my arm the whole time. I was touch-starved and infatuated. When we took our seats in the back, he leaned in close, and I could smell the sour patch kids on his breath. As the lights dimmed, a group of adults ahead shushed us, and we fell quiet.A few minutes later, our hands brushed in the popcorn. We kept glancing at each other until I twirled my pinky around his and leaned in. The kiss started soft and turned eager, our tongues exploring.He pulled back when he spotted an usher, but I kept my pinky hooked around his. He looked shy, so I rested my hand on his knee. He pressed his leg into mine, and I let my hand drift up his thigh, tracing slow circles over his pants and feeling him pulse under my touch.As the movie played, I kissed him again and lifted the armrest, pulling him closer. My hand settled over him. I eased his zipper open and slipped a finger inside, feeling a damp spot as he sighed and tensed.I pretended to watch the screen as I worked the buttons on his shorts until the waistband parted, revealing his white briefs stretched tight. I massaged his thick cock through the cotton, then eased it free, tucking it under the waistband.He curled in close, whispering, “I’ve never,” his voice shaking. I kissed him and wrapped my hand around him, stroking in a slow, steady rhythm. Precum spread over my fingers as it slipped into view.For the next hour, I played with the pace, slowing down whenever his breathing turned short. When he reached for my crotch, I caught his hand and held it, stroking his fingers with my thumb to the same rhythm.As the movie reached its climax, I knew he needed one too. I pulled his soaked underwear down, and his cock sprang free. I leaned in and twirled my tongue around the head. He came hard, pulsing against my tongue again and again. When it was over, I kissed him softly and settled back in my seat, pretending to watch the final scenes.We dated briefly after that, but with me about to graduate and us at different schools, it was difficult and short-lived. A decade later, a friend told me he was openly bi and used the same tongue trick on her.