First Date Files

Dana

 

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Story Codes: M/F, M/M, Romance, Femdom, Oral, Public, Humil
Synopsis: When David meets his one true love a lot of things change, beginning with his name. As Cindy, the romantic young man hopes to woo the statuesque girl of his dreams not only into bed, but to the altar as well...He just wishes his girlfriend wasn't so hot to see him with other men. Actually, there's no synopsis I could write that would explain what this story is really about.

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Copyright 2008-2009 Rachael Ross

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I met Dana in my first year of college and it was love at first sight...for me anyway. She needed some convincing.

"Hi. Do you mind if I sit down?" I gestured at the empty chair beside her.

"Fuck off," she said without looking up.

"Oh." I swallowed hard and looked around the library and a few people looked back because the girl, this angel, had spoken in something louder than a normal whisper.

I saw her again in my biology class and it was hard to miss Dana, although I didn't yet know her name. She stands about six feet tall with long, moppish blonde hair. Not styled really, it just…is. Dana always looks like she just rolled out of bed and it's a look that suits her lovely heart shaped face and deep blue eyes perfectly. It's a sex thing and I wasn't the only guy who thought so, believe me. Dana got a lot of attention, more than the college coed wanted probably, and so that might explain her brusque attitude.

"Hey, uh, can I borrow your hi-lighter for a second?" I asked softly in the middle of our professor's lecture.

"Go die someplace!" she responded, much to my embarrassment.

Later, I noticed Dana sitting alone at the student union, reading a magazine and perhaps waiting for someone. Maybe even me, or so I hoped. She wore what I would soon learn was normal for her; a short black skirt that showed off her long tanned legs and perfect ass with equal enthusiasm, and a tight sweater, pink angora that day, with a V neck that offered a tantalizing glimpse of her ripe young tits. No stockings or anything, open toes sandals and minimal jewelry, a couple rings and earrings She didn't have to be fancy, Dana looked gorgeous without even trying and she knew it. A dozen boys sat around her and that was hardly unusual, but Dana ignored them with the majestic aloofness of Mount Everest. We all wanted to plant our flag in her summit, so to speak, but it was a cold and treacherous journey, as I was learning.

"Hello, my name is David…" I gave her my patent pending 'Get out of Jail Free' smile, the one that never fails.

"Go to hell, loser," she answered, flipping to the next page in her magazine with one long, red fingernail.

Dana didn't even look up at me. In fact, she'd never looked at me at all, not once, and I seriously doubted she even knew I was the same guy all three times. This did not bode well for my ego, I can tell you that much. I felt rather angry and humiliated, as any person would, man or woman. To be treated so unfairly, so rudely without cause. It was ridiculous and not the way civilized people behaved.

I might have told Dana that, all of it and more, but I was too frightened, too enamored with her as well, and those feelings often went together when confronted by an uncaring Dana. I slunk away like a chicken with a bum leg, intending to nurse my wounds in alcohol with my frat brothers at the Beta Kappa Club, which was really just the recreation room at the freshman dorm. I wasn't in a real frat, none of that had appealed to me really and I was more than happy being hazed in front of my peers by statuesque blonde girls anyway. Or so it seemed in my bottomless well of self-pity. Thankfully I wasn't the only insecure 18 year old boy attending the university and I had plenty of company.

It was later that same fateful day, that very evening in fact, when I felt sufficiently bolstered by beer and the boisterous bullying of other drunken young men. They'd tried to tell me that Dana was only a woman - an idea I scoffed at, by the way - and hardly worth a grown man's tears. After considering those brave sentiments, I found myself outside, urinating in the bushes in front of the boys' dorm. There'd been a perfectly good reason for that, but I couldn't remember it suddenly because she was there! As if she were a Valkyrie riding a pale beam of moonlight, my angel come to lift me from an unfair battlefield, I saw my Dana walking towards me.

"Hey." She stopped less than a dozen feet away and smiled at me.

"Hi." I swallowed hard, holding six inches of thick flaccid cock, still happily watering the bushes, and in truth I'd sort of forgotten I was doing that.

Only for the split second it took me to realize that I wasn't in fact dreaming, I mean. After that awful eternity, I dried up like the Sahara Desert and fumbled awkwardly to shove my penis back into my pants where it belonged, turning my body this way and that, feeling the blood rushing to my face. I'm quite sure I looked more than slightly ridiculous and whose bright idea had it been to piss in the bushes anyway?

"Nice cock," she said and walked on past with her heels click-click-clicking in time with her tight, rolling ass. She walked like a fashion model and the sidewalk had become her runway, just for me.

I had to have Dana then. Before it had been mere infatuation, now she'd become my obsession. She'd complimented me on my manhood, surely that meant something, right? Of course it did, but I just wasn't sure exactly what. I had the vaguely terrifying thought of chasing her, since she was walking and not very quickly. I could ask the girl if she wanted to discuss my cock in detail, over dinner perhaps, over breakfast even, if all went well. But no, I wasn't that drunk. I went back into the dorm, up to my room, and jerked off in my cold lonely bed, falling asleep with my semen cooling on my belly.

I was a happy man.

"Hi again," I said, spying Dana in her trademark black skirt, but this time wearing a yellow tube top, which seemed entirely too small for her amazing breasts.

"Go suck a dog, perv," she said, drawing entirely too much attention to us, in my opinion.

"Yeah, I gotta piss anyway," I replied, ignoring the distasteful look some of the other students in the cafeteria were giving me.

"What?" She looked up sharply then, narrowing her cobalt eyes.

"Uh…" My boldness ran out of steam at that point as she clearly expected me to repeat myself.

"What did you say?" Dana demanded and her tone of voice reminded me distinctly of my mother, so much so that I found myself looking down at my shoes.

"I have to go and, um…" I licked my lips.

Someone actually giggled, which seemed to break the tension finally, although not in a way I felt entirely comfortable with. There were whispers and laughter and I felt many dozens of pairs of eyes upon my prone form as I stood there like a lost little boy in front of a golden goddess. It wasn't very fair, I thought.

"And what?" Dana wondered with a giggle of her own, which would be best described as reminiscent of a tropical waterfall heard at sunset.

"…Pee?" I offered hopefully and since that was the punch line, everyone laughed.

"Alright," she sighed airily, waving one delicate hand in my general direction. "You can go pee then."

"Thank you," I said, without really meaning to and I blinked at myself as soon as the words fell from my tongue.

"Don't take too long," she told me, looking back down at her lunch, a light salad with creamy dressing that reminded me of…

It struck me then, what Dana had said, and I had to believe that she expected me to come back, and that was a happy confusion to be sure. I didn't know the why or how of it and I wasn't going to spoil it by looking for answers. Deities do not give us answers, after all, but only mysteries to ponder for their pleasure. I did the only thing I could. I went to the bathroom and tried to urinate, but in reality I only played with my cock for a minute or two. I washed my hands, checked my teeth and combed my hair.

I sauntered back in my best manly manner, trying to keep my eyes up and shoulders back. I sucked in my gut, although I'm happy to say I didn't have much of one, then or now. I was not an ugly man. Not homely or unattractive. If anything I was considered good looking and I'd had girlfriends before, several young women of the most comely sort, which had been the font of my courage to approach Dana in the first place. I'd rather expected her to like me right from the beginning; that she hadn't, well…I was a little off-balance, as you can doubtless appreciate.

"Er, I'm back," I said, after standing nearby for all of twenty silent seconds without even a glance from her.

"Sit down there." She pointed with her pinky finger at the chair opposite her and I hesitated, but not for long.

"I'm David," I offered pleasantly once I was seated.

"I don't like that name," Dana said and she'd finished her salad and was now reading a paperback book.

"Oh, well…" I nodded, "…my middle name is Michael."

"Nope." She looked up. "Pick a different one. A name I like."

"Ummm…" I laughed self-consciously and there were a number of other students, girls for the most part, but a lot boys as well, leaning close and listening intently.

"Can't think of one?" Dana asked me, looking sad it seemed to me and shaking her head slowly.

"I don't know what names you like," I cleared my throat. "How about…Edmund?"

"Cindy," she said, making it sound less like a suggestion than an experiment for her tongue and lips; everyone held their breath.

"What?" I cocked my head and smiled in my abrupt consternation.

"Your name is Cindy," Dana decided and there seemed to be a lot of head nodding as soft murmurs of approval arose from the gathered crowd.

"Okay," I agreed slowly, just for the sake of avoiding argument.

"You're my new boyfriend, Cindy," she said with a smile. "Get my books."

She stood up slowly and I nodded quickly, picking up her book bag and shouldering it as she walked away. I hastened to catch up, of course, and fell into step behind her. Part of me wondered if all of this was worth it, as you've no doubt come to question my sanity. I assure you, I was neither sane nor insane at this point, but mired upon the muddied median of true love. There's no reason, no process by which the human mind can rationalize normal behavior under such circumstances. Love, true love, makes victims of us all and I can only tell you that if you've never experienced such a thing…you're lucky.

"My name is Dana," the woman told me, much to my delight as I'd grown quite curious by then. "You'll call me Dana at all times. Not baby or honey, or any other ridiculous pet name your microscopic little boy brain can conjure in a fit of foolish affection."

"Alright, Dana," I answered, just to let her know I was keeping up.

"You'll pay for everything when we go out," she said, "You'll hold all the doors, carry all my books, give me your jacket of I'm cold, tell me I'm beautiful even when I'm not, and listen to long-winded, pointless stories about my boring days with rapt fascination."

"Of course I will, Dana," I agreed completely.

"You'll call me every night at ten o'clock promptly, after you brush your teeth and before you say your prayers," she informed me. "No more late night carousing for you, Mister Man."

"Oh no, Dana." I cleared my throat as if the very idea had left a bad taste in my mouth.

"I, on the other hand, will call you at all hours of the day and night. I'll require various things, like Haagen Daz at 3am and the answers to my chemistry mid-terms." Dana stopped abruptly and I was so intent on watching her perfect ass that I almost walked into it. "Don't disappoint me, Cindy."

"No, Dana." I shook my head slowly, giving her my big brown puppy dog eyes.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked me as we started walking again.

"Only you, Dana," I told her seriously.

"Good, because I get very jealous," she said. "I'm your one and only girlfriend from now until I say otherwise. Don't even think about trying to break up with me. That would be silly."

"I won't!" I declared somewhat indignantly. "Dana."

"We'll have sex on Saturday nights, after dinner and a movie, if I had a very good time and if I'm in the mood for it," she said, holding up her fingers to punctuate her more than reasonable conditions. "Do you masturbate?"

"Uh…"

"Shut-up, Cindy. You're a boy, silly question," she sighed. "No more jerking off. Period. Understand me, Cindy? Think about baseball or something."

"Yes, Dana," I answered somewhat unhappily, I must say. I wasn't a big baseball fan in those days, but jerking off had long been my national sport.

"Probably you have some questions of your own now, Cindy. Some strange ideas about our relationship." She giggled as we mounted the steps to the girls' dormitory. "I'm not interested in those. When we talk, we'll only talk about me and what I want."

"Okay, Dana," I said with a sympathetic smile, stopping near the main doors where a lot of other freshman girls were sitting outside, most of them watching us.

"Now," Dana breathed, stepping closer and looking down since she stood about four inches taller then me, maybe as much as six in her heels. "This is your last chance to back out. If you want to change your mind, Cindy, this is it."

"I…" I swallowed hard, "…I love you, Dana. I want to be your boyfriend."

"Of course you do, Cindy. Kiss me now," she whispered, "and you can be my new boyfriend."

I did kiss her, the way I'd been imagining it since first laying eyes upon the woman just twenty-four hours before. Her pouting red lips were soft and moist and I felt the electricity between us as the tip of my tongue slipped across her smile. She opened for me slowly, giving me access to the sweet confines of her mouth, and Dana's hands found me as well. She held my head with her left hand, while the right went around my waist. I clutched her bag to my chest and would have dearly loved to drop it just then, but they were Dana's books! And so I held them tightly and bore the discretion of that chaste barrier between our bodies.

We shared a long, deep kiss. A meaningful one, full of promise and hope for our blissful future together. She chased my tongue back into my own mouth and Dana filled me completely, tongue fucking me with wild abandon. I felt almost violated, especially when she began squeezing my ass through my khaki trousers. It was a vulgar kiss, lusty and sloppy wet with our saliva, and I swallowed thickly, moaning into her lungs as I felt my knees weaken and my heart stammer uncertainly beneath the awful weight of my desire. I couldn't breathe and my balls throbbed, my stomach knotted with butterflies and somewhere in the middle of all that I started cumming. Spilling my seed uselessly into my tight white briefs while tears of rapturous ecstasy ran down my flushed cheeks.

"Good boy, Cindy," Dana sighed, letting me go with a calm, casual smile so that I stood there swaying and shivering and ready to collapse with the slightest provocation.

I was dimly aware of the claps and cheers coming from those lucky girls who'd been able to witness our impromptu display of public passion.

"Give me these." Dana took her books from my arms. "Go take a shower. A cold one and pick me up in one hour, right here. Dress nice, you're taking me to a movie."

"Y-Yes Dana," I agreed weakly, still trying to catch my breath.

"And here…" She pursed her lips impatiently and reached beneath her skirt with her free hand. "Don't just stand there, Cindy. Help me!"

"Oh!" I blinked rapidly and dropped somewhat uncertainly to my knees. Dana rolled her eyes as I finally understood and helped the girl remove her panties.

Actually, she did very little except stand there and smile.

"Don't touch anything else down there!" Dana warned me and I nodded quickly, reaching blindly to find the thin waistband of her pink thong and pull it down her long luscious legs.

"Put those on for our date, since you made a mess in yours," she said, teasing me with another delicious giggle and most of the other girls were laughing as well.

"Okay, Dana," I agreed, somewhat chagrined as I looked down at myself to see an obvious stain on the front of my pants, down both thighs as well.

"I'll check too," she promised. "One hour!"

Dana left me soiled with love and breathless, red-faced and holding her delicate underthings between my thumb and finger. I felt like a brazen pig as I brought Dana's panties to my nose and inhaled her musky scent in front of a dozen giggling coeds. I was in love and they were impressed, or so I chose to believe as I walked hurriedly away from their catcalls and whistles.

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I was back in 55 minutes and oddly enough most of those same girls were still there. I'd worn my best and only casual two piece suit, charcoal grey and funeralish perhaps, since I'd bought it for my Great-Aunt Edna's funeral a few months previously, but it did look nice. I hoped. A light blue dress shirt and a red tie, hoping for a little power, you know. I had a hunch it wasn't going to do me a lot of good though.

"Hi Cindy…Hey Cindy…What's up, Cindy?" The girls greeted me, giggling and smiling while I blushed. They talked rather openly amongst themselves about the panties I had to be wearing.

They couldn't actually see the pink thong, but they knew I must have worn it, and many of them were seemingly excited at the prospect of Dana checking to make sure I was the boyfriend she deserved. Of course I was. I'd taken a cold shower, shaved and brushed my teeth, worried over my rather limited wardrobe, and debated whether or not I had time to find flowers before getting to the freshman girls' dorm at my appointed time. Thankfully, I did have time, barely, and so it was that I stood there with a single perfect rose in my hand.

"Hey, what's up?" I smiled back at them and then remembered how jealous Dana might be. I stopped smiling quickly, determined to wait patient and stoic and invulnerable to the charms of a dozen college coeds bent on teasing a lone boyfriend without mercy.

"Are you wearing your panties, Cindy?" one asked me lightly and I just nodded, looking at the fantastic bricks in the marvelous façade of that amazing structure.

"Can we see, Cindy?"

"Never mind the panties, how about a kiss?"

"I bet I could make you cum too. Don't you wanna try, Cindy?"

"Uh…" I looked at my watch and I'd only been there fifteen minutes.

"I wish you were my boyfriend. You're so cute."

"Nice ass too! I bet you've worn thongs before, huh?"

"Cindy is such a sexy name for a boy. Don't you think?"

"Oh yeah! Hmmm…Fuck me, Cindy! Drive that big cock inside me! Oh…Harder, Cindy!"

"Ahem," I cleared my throat and examined my rose closely for possible imperfections and pesky pollen.

"God, yeah! Cindy's got a big one for sure."

"He must be a boy scout too. Look at the size of that tent he's pitching!"

"That's so hot!"

tap tap tap

I blinked, looking at the big glass doors as the girls suddenly fell silent. Dana stood on the other side, looking at me somewhat expectantly and I swallowed hard, grabbing the door on the left and pulling it open for her with an apologetic smile and a very red face.

"I was beginning to think you didn't love me anymore," she said with a small sigh.

"No, uh-uh…Oh! I got you a…this…" I handed Dana the flower with a dip of my head. "It's a rose."

"Oh, isn't that sweet!" She smiled at me warmly. "What a great boyfriend you are, Cindy!"

"Oh, it was, um…" I narrowed my eyes as she gave the rose a quick sniff with her pert upturned nose and then tossed it away, "…nothing."

"Are you wearing my thong, Cindy?" the girl of my dreams asked slowly, making it sound like she suspected I wasn't.

"Yeah…Yes, Dana." I nodded.

"Good." She nodded too. "Show me."

"Uh…" I licked my lips. "You mean here? Now?"

"You're not going to be one of those boyfriends who makes me repeat myself all the time…" she looked down, studying me carefully, "…are you?"

"No, Dana," I said softly and my heart began to pound with panic as I heard all those devilish coeds smacking their moist lips with girlish anticipation.

"Well, let's see." She crossed her arms over her ample breasts and she'd dressed nicely in a real dress, a summer dress, thin and soft and golden like her hair.

"Okay, uh…Yes, Dana," I agreed reluctantly, dropping my head and undoing my belt and then the clasp on my slacks. I unzipped my pants just enough to show my girlfriend that I was in fact wearing her thong panties, the pink ones, just as she'd instructed me to.

"All the way." Dana scrunched up her nose playfully and smiled at the same time so her dimples popped and I felt my heart melting with love. She looked so incredibly beautiful like that, you have no idea, and it took me a moment to understand what she meant.

"You mean my pants?" I asked and then I remembered that I didn't want to be that sort of boyfriend! "I mean, sure…Dana."

She smiled at me, offering an understanding look as if to suggest she knew I was still learning. That almost made me feel better as I dropped my trousers around my knees on the front steps of Abernathy Hall…to the distinct amusement of a dozen horny 18 year old girls! They had a good view, front and back, and weren't shy about offering the world their expert opinions.

"Hmmm…That's a nine!"

"Eight and a half, maybe."

"Ohhhh! Hot buns!"

"I love a hard ass!"

"Can I touch it?"

"Sexy!"

"Look at his balls! They're huge!"

"Look at that cock! Yummy!"

"Let me adjust this for you, Cindy." Dana clucked her tongue while I pondered the skyrocketing cost of one-way airfare to Uruguay. It might have been worth selling a kidney to get out of town with a shred of dignity in my carry-on.

"Oh!" I forgot all about my travel plans as Dana pulled the thin back of that thong deep, deep! into the crevasse between my pale round butt cheeks.

She gave me an honest to goodness wedgie, that's what she did, practically lifting me off my feet. I went onto my tip-toes, I'll swear to that, and my balls were split almost painfully as the stretchy material was pulled more than snug. My family jewels popped out, one to the left and one to the right, even more than they'd already been, so that they hung down between my thighs in their soft wrinkled pouch. My cock wasn't contained any better, I must say, being hard as Chinese calculus despite the humiliation I felt. My audacious penis pointed straight up, the swollen head and at least four or five solid inches of thick shaft exposed plainly when Dana lifted my shirt and tie so that we could all admire my resolute devotion.

"Perfect!" Dana grinned at me and even her eyes softened, I thought, flickering with a glow akin to genuine warmth.

I pulled up my trousers quickly once I had my new girlfriend's seal of approval and I was very glad when Dana insisted that we leave.

"I'm getting jealous…" she pouted, "…of all those other girls looking at your cocky like that."

"Uh…"

"Well?" She stared at me as I walked her towards my car, taking her arm in mine. "Don't you have something to say, Cindy?"

"I'm…sorry?" I offered tentatively and Dana broke into the most amazing smile you've ever seen and I couldn't help but smile back as all my uncertainty fled in the brilliance of her unabashed pleasure.

"I know you are," she said. "So I'll accept your apology…This time."

"I won't let it happen again," I vowed and Dana sighed, putting her head on my shoulder for a few seconds to demonstrate her satisfaction.

"We'll watch a movie first and then I want to eat," Dana decided as I opened the door of my car for her, a rather nice little Volvo that had once belonged to my Great-Aunt Edna.

"Oh," she said. "A Volvo."

"I had a BMW," I told her as I watched those immaculate legs slide into my car, "but it just wasn't safe enough for you."

"You're teasing me." She smiled patiently and I nodded. "That's cute, Cindy."

I'd prepared to close her door when she stopped me.

"But…" Dana told me seriously, "…tomorrow I want you to trade this in for a real car. Get the BMW back."

"Okay, Dana," I agreed, wondering where I was going to get a BMW. I'd gotten pretty lucky when Aunt Edna had left me her car in the will. My oldest brother had gotten her cat, Mr. Spanky Bottoms, but he'd always been her favorite anyway. Both of them, I mean.

"There!" she said as I started the car. "This is nice! What movie are we going to see?"

"Well…" I smiled because I'd given this a lot of thought. "I thought we could see Six and a Half, it's playing downtown."

"Six and a Half Inches?" Dana giggled. "Oh! That sounds like a good movie. Not a very long one though."

"What?" I glanced at her. "No, I mean the Fellini film, it won a lot of awards when it came out. The Oscar for Best Foreign Film, some other ones."

"Hmmm…" Dana smiled and reached over to stroke my thigh. "I have a smart boyfriend, huh?"

"Uh…" I cleared my throat, feeling rather pleased with myself.

"Smart is sexy," she sighed. "I like that in a boyfriend."

"I think you're pretty sexy too, Dana," I ventured, feeling my cock jerk as her hand went a little higher and then slowly back down my leg.

"Do you?" She posed a bit in the warm red light of the setting sun. "What do you like better, my tits? Or my ass?"

"Um…" I swallowed hard and my father's dying words came back to haunt me…

"Son, I don't have much to leave behind. No riches or property. Not even a mule to carry my burdens to the boneyard. All I have are the words of wisdom my father gave to me on my wedding day…"

"Cindy!" Dana's voice interrupted my flashback. "What do you think is sexier, my boobs or my butt? Tell me!"

She cradled her tits in her hands, I mean, through her dress, but still…She obviously wasn't wearing a bra and the girl didn't need one! Her tits were majestic, as if God himself had a thing for tits and wanted to make one perfect pair before he wiped us all out with a big asteroid or something. And her ass! I'd been watching Dana's ass all afternoon and I wanted to put a bell around her neck and call the woman a church! I'd worship in the dusky depths of her delectable derriere if I had my druthers. How was a mere…

"How can a mere mortal like me decide something like that?" I sighed hopelessly. "You're perfect, Dana."

"Oh!" Dana took a deep breath and held it just long enough to pop a button, the tops of her creamy breasts thrusting into my consciousness so completely that I nearly ran a red light and almost killed a bag lady crossing the street. The old woman gave me the finger as we came to a screeching stop, but Dana only had eyes for me.

And the theater across the street apparently.

"That's the movie I want to see!" she exclaimed happily, pointing at the flashing neon marquee.

"Bullriding Bronco Boys?" I blinked at the sign. "Return to Bareback Mountain?"

"A double feature!" Dana giggled. "Park the car, Cindy, and don't forget…I want popcorn too."

"But that's…" I swallowed hard. "I think those are pornographic!"

"Oh, I hope so!" Dana clutched me tightly, rubbing her thighs together as if trying to start a fire and I could see her long fat nipples straining against the thin gold of her dress.

"Well, um…Okay." I shrugged like it was no big deal. I thought it seemed weird, sure, but having a girlfriend into porn…How cool was that?

I'd be the envy of all my friends, as if I wasn't already! It had been all high fives at the dorm; believe me, because the word spreads fast when a hot chick like Dana picks out a boy like me to be her very own! Especially when she does it in the college cafeteria! Plus, and this was no little thing, who the hell really wants to see a foreign film? Not me! Federico Fellini? I figured it would be good for some serious sex later, even though it wasn't Saturday, but if Dana wanted to go inside a XXX porn theater…I was glad I had a condom in my wallet!

"Uh…Two adult tickets, please," I said to the old guy working the ticket booth and he gave me a look.

"You think we got any other kind, son?" he wondered and I frowned and Dana giggled.

"First time?" she asked me.

"Yeah," I agreed taking the tickets and losing twenty bucks in the process.

"A virgin!" Dana squeezed me tight around the waist and that girl was strong!

I mean, if I haven't mentioned it before, the love of my life is tall, six feet tall easily, and athletic. I didn't know if she'd come to college on some kind of sports scholarship or what, but it wouldn't have surprised me if Dana captained the girls' volleyball team, put it that way. She looked seriously sexy though, toned and sleek and with all the curves a man could ask for. And that I've-just-been-fucked hair do and those stainless blue eyes that seemed to peer right into my soul. Pouting lips, pert nose…I know I've said all that before, but some things are worth repeating! And I was taking that goddess into a porn theater!

"A virgin? Uh, no," I said, but probably Dana didn't hear me as she appeared to be even more excited than I was.

"Oh! Buy me popcorn, Cindy!" she practically squealed. "A big one, with extra butter! I love butter! Hot butter!"

"Sure, butter is good," I agreed with a smile and looked around. We had to wait for the old man to come serve us at the concession stand.

"I can hear the movie, I think." Dana frowned at me and then looked at the old man. "Is that the previews? Or did the movie start already?"

"Heh!" He grinned at her, looking my girlfriend up and down slowly and licking his old rusty lips.

"Uh, one popcorn, please," I said. "A big one."

"With extra hot butter," Dana whispered in my ear.

"With extra hot butter," I echoed. "I mean, um…regular butter, but put extra on the popcorn. More of it, I mean."

"I think I've done this before, sweetie," he chortled. "You want large, extra large, super large, or the Johnny Wadd Tub of Love?"

"Um…" I looked at Dana.

"Johnny Wadd?" She nodded eagerly. "Get that one, Cindy!"

"The Johnny Wadd, uh…Tub of…"

"Love," the old man said. "Cindy, huh?"

"Yeah." I coughed lightly into my fist and then blushed as he looked me up and down slowly, licking his old rusty lips and it felt like déjà vu all over again. Except it was me this time and I looked down quickly to see if they had any Juju Fruits.

"I think he likes you, Cindy!" Dana giggled. "You should ask him for a discount."

"I think he's been working here too long," I replied softly, watching as he filled a very large tub full of popcorn.

"Oh look!" Dana laughed as the old man set the popcorn down. "Is that life size?"

"That's the Johnny Wadd Love Tub, missy," he informed her with a nod. I looked to see an erect penis drawn on the side of the tub, a number of them actually, spread evenly around it and all pointing up. "Fourteen inches of fresh hot popcorn, just for you."

"Extra butter?" I asked.

"You bet, Cindy. I made it myself." The old man grinned. "That'll be thirteen dollars."

"You made the butter? What? Thirteen dollars for popcorn?" I stared at him for a moment before I remembered to close my mouth. "It only cost ten to get in!"

"The Tub of Love is a collector's item." The senile bastard cackled uncontrollably. "Free refills too!"

"Oh goody!" Dana said, sharing the guy's mirth. "We could be here all night!"

"Then it's a bargain. Isn't it, Cindy?" He grinned at me as I opened my wallet with a little frown.

"You're the best boyfriend in the world, Cindy," Dana told me. "Taking me to a porn movie on our very first date."

"Uh, well…sure, Dana." I swallowed hard, reaching for the door so we could enter the theater proper.

"It's so romantic and so…" she paused, "…dark!"

"Yeah, wow okay…" I reached for her hand.

The place was pitch black, or very nearly so, without even the friendly orange glow of emergency exits one might expect. The only light came from the movie playing on the screen and apparently it was a dark scene or something, because there wasn't a whole lot of light to be had. Just a lot of loud heavy breathing and grunting mostly. So I held that fourteen inch Tub of Love in my left arm and took Dana's hand in my right and slowly, carefully made our way down the aisle until we were more or less in the middle of the theater. I peered into the darkness and it looked like the row we were at was empty, which made it as good as any other.

"All the way," Dana urged me. "I like to sit right in the middle."

"Okay," I whispered agreeably, since I didn't really care one way or the other so long as Dana would be sitting next to me.

We got settled in our seats and my eyes were adjusting slowly, so I got that popcorn in my lap and my right arm around Dana and I could see a few other people in that theater. Not a lot, maybe a dozen, maybe a few more. They were spread out mostly, although I guess a few of the other guys had kinky girlfriends too. There were a couple couples coupled close together, so I didn't feel so bad about bringing Dana to a place like that and in truth, mostly I just really wanted to make out and hopefully have some serious sex later back in my dorm room or hers or in the car or…I wasn't picky.

"Oh, this is good popcorn!" Dana giggled and she really did like popcorn apparently, which is neither here nor there. "Especially this butter! Salty!"

"Hmmm…Yeah…" I looked at the movie screen, trying to figure out which movie we were seeing first. Not that it would matter. I'd seen a couple porn movies before, you know, as a kid when some other kid would swipe one of his dad's DVD's and they'd all been about the same. Some girl sucking and fucking, and generally pretending to have a good time while she thought about how much she was gonna tip her babysitter.

This movie did look a little different, although I couldn't put my finger on why. The screen showed a close-up of someone getting seriously ass fucked doggy style by a big hairy man with a cowboy hat, cowboy boots, and spurs. Whoever that girl was, she didn't have much for tits. Cute face though, from what I could tell, but all the other porn I'd seen had girls with big round fake tits and I kinda liked those in an abstract way. Natural was nice too though, I decided, and that cowboy sure was pulling her nipples hard! Ouch! Like he was giving that girl a Texas Titty Twister! That reminded me of my cousin, Edgar, and how we'd do that to him sometimes when we were kids. God, he was such a little faggot. He liked it, if you can imagine that, although he pretended not to, and…

"Is that a boy?" I whispered to Dana.

The camera angle had changed and all of a sudden it seemed pretty obvious that the cowboy was drilling a young man in the ass, not a girl at all. The boy's cock and balls were swinging between his thighs, you know? It doesn't get much more obvious than that.

"Is it?" She giggled around a mouthful of popcorn. "He's cute anyway."

"Dana!" I swallowed hard and looked around, sliding down a little in my seat because I was just now realizing what sort of adult movie theater we were in!

"What?" She looked at me with some annoyance. "Where are you going, Cindy? You're gonna miss the best part!"

"The best part?" I blinked at her. "This is a gay theater!"

"Well…yeah," she replied, giving me a funny look. "Didn't you know that?"

"No!" I said a little too loudly and Dana shushed me with a finger to her smiling lips.

"Well…" she shrugged, "…now you do! Sit up straight and watch the movie with me."

"What?" I felt my stomach all knotted up with something akin to fear, I admit. I mean, not because I thought anything would happen to us in there. What could happen? They were all fags, right? But because I was even in there, like…"What if someone sees us?"

"Sees us eating popcorn or making out?" Dana laughed. "Who cares? It's a porn theater! Come here now, sit up."

"I mean just…sees us," I whispered thickly. "In here. People will think…"

"We're gay?" Dana sighed. "You're with me, Cindy. Nobody is going to think I'm gay, believe me."

"But…" I had to think about that and she did have a point…but what about me?

If I was in there alone, or with another guy, well, yeah, I'd be seriously gay then, probably, or let's just say I couldn't say I wasn't. But I was with Dana, a complete and total babe, a college coed with a great tits and a perfect ass and legs that reached the floor! No gay guy would even dream of making out with her! So, as long as I stayed with Dana, like she was my alibi…No, bad word! She was my excuse…I cringed. What's the word?

Dana was the reason we were there because she always wanted to see two guys…No. That's bad too. We're doing a…report on…human sexuality for our…sociology class and, yeah! That's the ticket. We're doing it together and we had to come here, even though we didn't want to and well, with a girl like Dana next to me, who was looking at the movie anyway? Wink-Wink…Heh! I had a great excuse lined up! Life was good and I sat up a little straighter, putting my arm once more around the girl of my dreams and I leaned close, looking for a kiss.

"No." Dana shook her head. "It's not Saturday yet. Watch the movie, Cindy."

"But…" I pouted and gave her puppy dog eyes.

"Eat some popcorn too." She giggled and her eyes were fixed on the movie, as were mine with nothing else to look at and we are all drawn towards the light anyway. It's instinctive.

On the screen, the hairy cowboy had pulled his dick out of the boy's ass and was now sitting on the young man's stomach, feeding the youth his smooth cockhead while he jerked off. They were attractive men, I suppose, but the whole idea did very little for my libido and my own cock, once so proud and mighty in my proximity to Dana, had suffered as a consequence. It was now little more than a paperweight in my pants. When the cowboy started to cum, spraying his copious cream all over his smooth lover's face and chest, I looked away, deciding it was time to locate the nearest emergency exit, in case of a volcanic eruption or nuclear attack or…

"Oh God!" Dana gasped and I did as well as the woman's hand clutched my thigh, digging her long nails into my flesh somewhat painfully.

"Ow!" I winced.

"That's so hot!" Dana whispered. "Look at that, Cindy! Did you ever see so much cum in your life?"

"Uh, no," I admitted and the cowboy had dumped a lot of ball juice on the boy's smiling face and wriggling tongue.

"Kiss me!" Dana was pulling my face to hers suddenly and I had little choice but to greet her lips with more than a little enthusiasm.

She pushed her tongue into my mouth passionately and I was very much into that. I played my own across it, teasing and tickling, wrestling with the girl in the warm wet confines of my hungry mouth. My cock grew instantly hard again, like magic, and it didn't matter where we were; the fact that we were together was all that counted. If Dana liked watching two guys get it on, well, I've always liked lesbians too. Two girls kissing, there's something about that…

"Ohhh! You're so hard, Cindy!" Dana sighed as we gathered our strength for the next round and I nodded as her hand found the bulge of my arousal.

"I love you so much," I sighed, although the apparent dichotomy of a budding romance in a gay porn theater wasn't entirely lost on me.

"You like the movie too, huh?" She giggled and I blinked at her. "I knew you would, Cindy! God, you're sexy!"

"Uh…Wait, I don't mmmpphhh…" My protests were lost to the passion of her mistaken beliefs and I decided it wasn't in my best interests to correct her quite yet.

Dana rubbed my cock gently, massaging me through my trousers while I squirmed and twisted and dropped the popcorn to the floor. Thankfully, she didn't seem to notice as she was busy thrusting her stiff tongue between my tight lips, moving her head back and forth slightly so that I could only suck her tongue like a slippery, pink cock. I swallowed our combined spit without the slightest hesitation, rather savoring Dana's saliva in all actuality. My right hand found her breasts and she didn't protest at all as I felt for the first time the delicious warmth and firmness of her gorgeous tits. My girlfriend's nipples were hard and long and I played with them through the soft cotton of her dress.

It was heavenly.

"Ummm…Oh…" She grinned at me, licking her lips and I agreed wholeheartedly.

"Let's go to my dorm," I suggested, but Dana had other ideas.

"Let's watch some more of the movie," she said. "Where's the popcorn?"

Needless to say I had to go get more, gathering the largely empty Tub of Love from the floor and making my way to the concession stand for a refill. At least I was getting my thirteen dollars worth, I thought, sort of. This time someone else stood at the counter, buying a Pepsi from the old man, and so I formed a little line behind him. He was an older guy, although most men were older than my eighteen years in any case. He smiled at me, turning his head and I smiled back, as that seemed almost obligatory. He looked a lot like Alan Alda, in my opinion, but it wasn't him.

"Hey sailor," he said.

"What? I'm not a sailor." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Need a refill already, Cindy?" The old man grinned at me as he placed a soft drink down on the counter. "Your friend must really like my butter!"

"Uh…" I shrugged.

"Cindy, huh? I'll give you a free refill," the man in front of me said, picking up his soda. "See you inside, sailor."

"Right." I blinked at him and put my popcorn tub on the counter.

"Don't mind him," the old man said. "He just got out of the navy."

"Oh." I frowned at that, as anyone would.

"How do you like the movie?" he asked, making friendly chit-chat as he refilled the tub with fresh popcorn.

"It's, um…A lot like watching a foreign film," I said. "Without all the annoying subtitles."

"Huh!" The old man smiled at me. "You're cute, Cindy. If I was twenty years younger…"

"Thanks," I said, not feeling especially clever and understanding for the first time that cute could be bad. I took my popcorn and stumbled back into the darkness.

"Pssst…Cindy!" Dana waved at me and I made my way towards her, only slowly realizing that she'd changed seats. We were sitting a little further back, just a few rows, but now we were more or less surrounded by the other patrons who seemed much more congregated than they'd been before. Perhaps it was only my imagination though.

"Why did you move?" I wondered as I sat down and I wished she hadn't called me Cindy so loudly. I thought I'd heard a smirk or two.

"I kept stepping on popcorn, silly!" Dana giggled and she was happy again, snuggling close while I put my arm around her.

"What did I miss?" I asked, being a tad facetious as I didn't really care, but Dana took everything I said so seriously. It seemed almost flattering.

"Oh! See that cute boy with the long brown hair?" Dana pointed at the screen. "He was walking through the woods and he saw these three cowboys having sex."

"I see." I nodded.

"So he watched them for a little while, jerking off in the bushes cause they're so hunky, but now…Oh! See! The cowboys know he's there!" Dana held her breath as the three big men approached the much smaller and somewhat younger boy who'd been spying on them. "Do you think they're going to make him…do things?"

"I don't know." I found myself holding my breath in sympathy with my girlfriend.

"They are! Look! He's going to suck them all off!" Dana gasped as the boy went to his knees, surrounded by three long hard cocks. "I bet this really turns you on, doesn't it?"

"Ummm…Dana…" I shook my head slowly.

"That's so hot!" she breathed, shivering with excitement. "Play with my tits again!"

She didn't have to ask me twice! I turned slightly, being much more mindful of the popcorn this time, and started caressing my true love's bountiful breasts through her dress, kissing her shoulder and murmuring soft words of devotion that were unfortunately lost beneath the heavy grunts, groans, and slobbering sucking noises that boy was making just then in 5.1 Dolby surround sound.

"Oh, yeah…Look, Cindy! Watch the movie!" Dana had noticed my interest in watching her tits rise and fall hypnotically and she took my chin in her hand, turning my nose towards the screen. "But don't stop playing with my tits either!"

"Okay," I agreed reluctantly and I was actually trying to undo a few of those buttons so I could really get a good feel of her luscious flesh, maybe even a kiss or two upon what had to be the most perfect nipples in the world.

I wanted to suck Dana's tits so badly that I was ready to rip her dress open. It had funny, daisy shaped buttons, not round ones, but with small plastic petals that refused to yield. It was about as frustrating as you can imagine, sitting in a dark theater, watching a gay porn movie and fumbling blindly with designer buttons. While just a fraction of an inch away, beneath a thin veil of golden cotton, there lay the heaving mounds of a ripe coed goddess. It all made me a bit crazy and my cock was once again hard as steel and throbbing in my trousers.

"You want to suck them, don't you?" Dana giggled and much to my delight the girl had removed the tub of love. She placed it on the empty seat to her right and I groaned softly as her hand found my cock, aching painfully inside her tight pink thong.

"Oh! Yeah, Dana," I agreed happily.

"You'd love to get them in your mouth, sucking and licking them all over…" she whispered, pressing her cheek next to mine so that I had no choice but to watch the movie with her.

"I want to suck them so bad, Dana!" I said, feeling small pains in my wrist as I had to turn my hand awkwardly in hopes of releasing those stupid buttons…At least one of them! Come on!

"I knew you would, Cindy," Dana sighed. "You're such a sexy boyfriend."

"You're sexy too, baby," I replied. "I mean…Dana."

"Do you want me to take it out?" she asked, squeezing my dick hard enough to make me jerk upright.

"God yeah!" I whispered. "Take it out for me."

"My sweet Cindy!" Dana giggled as her fingers found my zipper and she began pulling it down slowly. "Tell me how much you want to suck those big hard cocks!"

"I wanna suck them so…What?" I blinked as her words registered.

"It's okay. You can tell me." She nodded her head against mine, the impossibly soft skin of her cheek rubbing my face like warm silk.

"I want to suck your tits, Dana," I said. "Not…Ohhh!"

She giggled lightly as I felt her hand inside my pants, finding my erection and pulling it free with some bit of difficulty. I was rather unyielding and quite large, I'm happy to report, standing some eight inches from stem to stern…I frowned at that, being reminded suddenly of the man who'd called me sailor just a short while before. I glanced around nervously, wondering what had become of him.

"You have such a nice cocky, Cindy!" Dana kissed the corner of my mouth. "So big and strong and sexy. I love it!"

"I love you," I replied between kisses and this was nice, being jerked off by my girlfriend.

"I know you do," she sighed. "Let's watch more movie now. I know how much you're enjoying it…I can tell!"

"But, Dana! It's not the movie, it's you," I started protesting, but Dana shushed me with a finger to my lips and then pinched my cheeks with her hand, turning me back to face the screen.

"You're just shy, aren't you?" She pumped my prodigious penis perfectly. "That's okay. I love that too!"

"Ohhhh…Kay…" I breathed, nodding my head and if I had to watch some guy getting gang fucked by three cowboys in order to get a handjob from the girl I loved, well, I could do that.

"That's it," Dana cooed. "Don't you love the way they're fucking him? Don't you wish that was you, Cindy? With those three cowboys? Sucking and fucking…"

"Ummm…" I winced, wishing Dana would jerk me off a little harder, a little faster too maybe. She held my cock lightly, barely squeezing me at all and the sensation of that light touch as she moved her small fist up and down was like being tickled with a feather or something. I wanted a little more pressure, a little more rub-a-dub-dub, you know?

"None of my other boyfriends liked this stuff," Dana told me with a sigh, "Jennifer, he hated it. Lisa got sick and spent our first date in the bathroom throwing up. Even Wendy didn't get hard like you do, Cindy, and he was bisexual, or so he said. I think he was just trying to get into my panties though."

"Yeah, uh, well…" I coughed lightly.

"You're not like any of them," Dana whispered. "You're a real man, aren't you, Cindy? You're not afraid to like something if it feels good."

"Sure, I guess…so…" I said slowly, wondering how watching gay porn and being called Cindy made me a real man in her eyes.

"See?" she said happily. "I knew it! You do love it! You're so perfect, I just wanna eat you up!"

"Oh…Yeah! Suck on it, Dana…" I agreed with a smile, making that connection instinctively as much as anything else.

"Do you want me to?" she asked softly, teasing me as the tip of her tongue tickled my ear.

"Please, yeah…Suck my cock," I begged.

"But it's not Saturday!" She laughed. "You have to wait."

"What?" I blinked at her as Dana took her hand off my cock completely, letting me go and reaching for the popcorn.

"Don't make me repeat myself," she said, clucking her tongue sharply. "We're having such a good time. Don't spoil it, Cindy."

"But, Dana…I'm so hard!" I whined.

"Good!" she said. "Now put that away, there's still a lot of movie left!"

"Dana!" I pouted and even though I knew I was risking our future together, she couldn't leave me hanging like that, could she? My balls would explode!

"Nope. Your balls won't explode." She'd popped her P like bubblegum and read my mind. "Watch the movie now."

"I can take care of that for ya, sailor," a low husky voice whispered in my left ear and at first I thought it was Alan Alda, but it wasn't. The likeness was truly amazing though.

I jerked away from the man I'd met at the concession stand, who was now happily grinning at me. He'd moved behind us, or behind me at least, and had apparently been watching and listening to every word that passed between Dana and myself. I frowned at him, feeling my stomach churn suddenly, and being accosted in a gay porn theater by some anonymous pervert who looked like Hawkeye Pierce was exactly the sort of thing my mother used to warn me about as a small child.

"Uhhh…Thanks, but…" I started shaking my head, remembering the time my Uncle Morty had asked me if I wanted to learn how to play the kazoo. He'd been in prison, so he knew all kinds of weird stuff like that.

"Do you want to?" Dana asked and I thought she was talking to me at first. I was about to tell her that I wasn't even sure what a kazoo was, when the stranger answered.

"Fuck yeah. I'll go down like the Bismarck on your boyfriend here," he agreed with a long, wet, lip-smacking smile.

"That's so cool!" Dana giggled and turned in her seat to face me, putting the tub of love in her lap. "I'd love to see a faggot suck your cock, Cindy!"

"Wha-What?" I blinked at her.

"What?" she mimicked with a laugh. "I know you want it and Saturday is sooooo far away! Don't be shy, let him lick your dick!"

"No!" I stared at her and then softened as she narrowed her eyes with genuine menace. "Dana…Please…"

"Maybe I was wrong about you," she sniffed. "I thought you were the one, Cindy. I really did, but…"

"I am the one," I promised, hoping we were thinking the same thing. "I just…I want to be faithful to you, that's all. I don't want you putting your lips where some stranger's mouth has been!"

That seemed pretty inspired to me and I briefly congratulated myself on being so smart.

"Oh!" Dana sighed, leaning forward to stroke my face by the flickering light of the movie. "You're so sweet!"

"I know." I basked in the warmth of my saccharine refuge.

"Thank goodness I brought condoms!" Dana said, reaching for her purse. "What flavor do you like, mister? Banana, strawberry, or…um, peach?"

"Hmmm…Banana!" The guy chuckled as I looked back and forth between them.

"That's my favorite too!" Dana said and she ripped open a foil packet with her teeth while the guy climbed over the back of the seats.

"Hey now, hold on…Uh…" I stammered pathetically and there wasn't even a little bit of me that wanted to get a blowjob from another man, especially not in front of my girlfriend!

"Oh…You're soft again. We waited too long, didn't we?" Dana pouted. "I can fix that!"

I soon found myself wrapped in Dana's arms, that incredible font of female felicity showering me with her undivided sexual attention, largely in the form of penetrating, soul-searching French kisses and much like that fabled nation, I couldn't help but surrender. Nervous as I felt, confused and even somewhat frightened by the presence of that stranger so near us, I found myself responding. How could I not? I was Dana's willing captive in my heart, mind, and now obviously in body as well. Her tongue probed my mouth relentlessly and I drank her breathless sighs while my own hands roamed across her back and up and down my lover's supple spine.

The unique and incredible pleasure of feeling a soft wet mouth engulfing my raging manhood was the only discomfort I can attest to and if all our complaints were thus, we'd have to rename our planet Heaven. On the other hand…I jerked in Dana's arms as I realized the man, the stranger, the strange man was kneeling on the floor of the theater, taking my thick swollen cock between his lips and working his tongue lightly along the underside of my throbbing shaft. My unhappy reaction to this unwelcome turn of events was to try and pull away from him, but I must say that Dana's strength, like her determination, should never be underestimated. She held me fast against my instincts to fight or flee while my cock's new best friend had me in a lip-smacking lollipop lip-lock.

"Let it happen, Cindy," she whispered, kissing my face and breathing her words across my flushed skin. "Let him make you feel good, baby."

"Ummm…" I surrendered like the love struck fool I was, hopeless and helpless in Dana's arms and she mesmerized me with more kisses upon my cheeks and eyes.

The man sucking my cock was very good at it, I'll say that much for him, and of course my prick has very little conscience of its own and all of its morals are of a bad sort. I was hard as a rock, eight inches long and so thick that I had to give a small chuckle when I heard the man gagging around me. Dana laughed as well and we shared a knowing look, except I wasn't exactly sure what it was that we knew just then.

"Make him suck it!" she told me. "Make the faggot choke on your cock, Cindy!"

"What?" I blinked at her and Dana rolled her eyes.

"He's sucking your dick," she said. "So act like it!"

"Oh." I nodded, trying to remember how a man should behave when getting his pole smoked by another man, and happily enough, I had precious little experience in such things.

"Like this," Dana sighed, taking my hands in hers and putting them on top of the stranger's head as he knelt over me. "Now push!"

We did push, Dana more than me, but I helped and if the guy didn't like it, well, Dana didn't seem to care. She was giggling and nodding at me as she let him go and urged me in her sweet sultry voice to fuck his mouth. She largely ignored the muffled gags and moist noises of hungry tongue rutting the man made as my cock thrust deeper into his so-called, pie hole. A curious phrase I'd learned from my Uncle Bob and a funny one when you're all of seven years old. I'd liked him a lot and…

"Use him, Cindy! I want to see you cum all over his face!" Dana told me, rather loudly too and I couldn't help but notice some of the shadows sitting nearby moving to get a better view of the real action.

"Where's the condom?" I wondered, the thin light of my intellect finally revealing that I wasn't wearing it.

"Who cares?" Dana giggled. "He's sucking your cock now, Cindy. Make the faggot deep throat that monster!"

"Uh…Okay…" I shrugged and perhaps I had an epiphany of sorts, although I don't usually subscribe to such notions. "Suck it, fag…Throat my cock, bitch."

"Good!" Dana laughed, hugging me again and kissing my cheeks while we looked down at the guy. "Talk really dirty and push his head down some more. He can take more than that, I bet! He's a total homo!"

"Uh…" I had to think for a second. "Eat my meat, you dirty homo bastard!"

I surprised myself a little with that one and found myself pushing his face down hard, feeling my cockhead jammed into the depths of the man's mouth, pressing relentlessly for entrance to his tight throat. There were some three or four other men around us now, leaning over the seats and grinning, urging me to fuck the guy's mouth.

"Fuck his pussy mouth!"

"Make him eat your cock, buddy!"

"Choke the fucker to death on it!"

They were all very crude and I certainly didn't want to kill anyone with my cock! That might have been sort of a bad thing. At least with those guys doing all the talking I could go back to kissing Dana and she didn't mind. She was hotter now than she'd been all night, kissing me deep and hard while she reached down to push and pull the guy's mouth around on my cock. I suppose I might have acted the same if it had been another woman sucking Dana's pussy, or maybe not. It's hard to know how you'll act until the situation arises. Either way, Dana was definitely into this, showing me a side of her that I hadn't expected, and I pushed my guilt away with the happy knowledge that getting my cock sucked by a man in a gay porn theater didn't make me queer…just him.

Thank God for that!

"Mmmm…See?" Dana panted as I licked my bruised lips. "Fags are suppose to suck your cock, Cindy. You're such a sexy man! I love watching some dirty cocksucker give you head. Promise me we'll do this again! Promise me, please?"

"Uh, yeah. Sure." I nodded seriously, lifting my hips because I was going to cum pretty soon. "Of course we will, Dana."

"Oh! I'm gonna marry you, Cindy!" Dana crushed me against her breasts and shoved her tongue so far into my mouth I actually swallowed the tip of it. Almost.

"Ohhh fuck! Eat it bitch! I'm cumming!" I gasped a moment later and Dana gasped happily at my dirty language. She also seemed quite content to watch me hold the poor guy's face impaled on my turgid manhood while my manly sperm-filled balls spasmed with orgasmic joy.

I was cumming quite a lot as you can well imagine, I'm sure! This was no sissy load, but a real masculine orgasm that John Wayne would have been proud to call his own. I could almost feel the hair growing on my chest, I thought. I hadn't had a cum that good since…I don't know when. Well, I do, but I'm embarrassed to say as it involves my oldest sister and her bicycle seat. Suffice to say the experience proved intense and stupefying in the extreme, and all because Dana was right there to share it with me. Her lips were on my skin, her fingers in my hair. She was giggling and whispering sweet words of admiration for my consummate skills at mouth fucking homosexuals in public. I felt my chest swelling with manly pride and I wondered how I'd ever worried over this cocksucking fag who was on his knees, worshipping my all-powerful prick. Where was Pee-Wee Herman? The world was my oyster and I wanted him to…

"Swallow it, faggot!" I told him needlessly, for it had become very clear to all of us that the man was doing precisely that.

"Ohhhh…This was the best first date ever, Cindy!" Dana gushed. "I'm so proud of you!"

"Ah…" I laughed lightly. "Watch this…Get your mouth off my dick, homo!"

I lifted the man away by his hair and grabbed my still hard member in my fist.

THWAP SMWAP FWHAP

I spanked his face with my dick, smacking him with the wet head and several inches of shaft while Dana laughed and clapped her hands.

"I love you," she sighed, kissing me again as I let the guy go finally and the half-dozen men around us were arguing over which of them was going to fuck his mouth next.

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Later, just outside the girls' dormitory, I walked Dana to the door.

"I had a lot of fun tonight, Cindy," she said, looking down slightly with her hands on my shoulders.

"Me too," I agreed.

"Don't forget, eight o'clock sharp tomorrow morning," she told me. "You have to walk me to my first class."

"I won't forget," I promised.

"No jerking off tonight either, remember?" Dana gave me a stern look and I nodded. "Good. Now give me a kiss and say goodnight."

"Goodnight, Dana." I kissed her softly on the lips.

"Goodnight, Cindy," she said and I waited until Dana was safely inside before returning to my car. Life was good.

 

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