Chet took the plunge and called Scott a few days after they met, and they went to a midnight movie playing at the Byrd in Carytown. They sat in the back of the theater where no one could see them and, at some point, Chet stopped paying attention to the film and began to realize Scott’s hand rested high on his leg. He covered it with his own, pulling it toward him. Scott took the invitation and reached across the armrest to cup the crotch of Chet’s khakis.
At the touch, his c**k went from mild arousal to full-blown hard-on. He stared at the screen ahead, no longer comprehending the images flickering across it, and held his breath as Scott slowly unzipped his pants. Yes, he prayed, yes, yes. Fingers fumbled into his open fly, digging into his underwear, to encircle his stiffening erection.
