The Choices Being Made (Book #2, Choices series)

17

"Movies are stupid expensive," Mason grumbled as he sat down in the leather reclining theater seat. "But these seats are totally worth it."

"Uh huh, move it along down the aisle, tight-wad," Michael said, giving Mason a slight push.

Mason moved down a few more seats in the near empty theater. Michael sat between Mason and Polly, who was still a bit sentimental. Luckily there was a comedy playing. Not a very well received comedy, but a comedy all the same.

After about fifteen minutes into the movie, Polly realized she hadn't laughed once. Of the three of them, Mason was the only one of them with even a smile on his face.

Her looking down at him, must have caused Michael to sadistically want to stop Mason's movie enjoyment.

Michael grabbed Mason's hand that was lingering on his soda cup, and brought it down to his dick. "Make yourself useful. You haven't earned your keep in a while," Michael harshly whispered to Mason.

"But what about..." Mason started gesturing to the big screen.

"Are you saying you'd rather watch this piece of shit movie than service my cock?" Michael hissed.

Mason shook his head. "N-no."

"What was that?" Michael lowly growled out.

"N-no, s-sir," Polly hadn't seen Mason so flummoxed in quite a while.

"You are specifically part of our relationship for this expressed purpose, no?"

"I-I...oh God, yes...s-sir," Mason groaned.

"I thought so," Michael pushed down on the hand he had already placed on his cock. "So why the fuck aren't you doing anything about it? Worship this cock, boy."

"Y-yes, sir," and Mason immediately fumbled around with Michael's pants until he had full access to the now engorged phallus.

"It's not going to stroke itself, bitch," Michael hissed again as Mason simply held the weight of the thick shaft in his palm.

Mason didn't need any more encouragement. He kept his head turned toward Michael's cock. From that angle he could watch it swell in his hand as he stroked with a firm grip. The flickering light of the theater made it harder to see at times so he would move closer.

Michael lowered the recliner and spread his feet. "Knees."

Mason knew exactly what he expected. He looked around the theater. There was only one other group of people. They sat at the far corner. He then looked up the aisle and tried to see the projector room for any employees.

"Get on your knees before I force you there," Michael said as he gripped the back of Mason's head, pulling him in the direction he wished him to go.

"S-sorry," Mason stuttered but began to move.

"Sorry for what? Being a stupid little cocksucker?" Michael asked with a smirk.

"Y-yes, s-sir," Mason said as he knelt between Michael's spread knees.

"Tell me what you are?"

"I-I'm a stu-stupid cock-cocksucker...sir."

"Then get to it," Michael said as he again grabbed Mason's hair and forced him closer to his crotch. "I want you to gag on it. Worship that dick like it owns your fucking throat."

Mason went to work. He skipped all of the teasing niceties that their most recent activities dictated. Now he was at the command of Michael, and he was at his mercy.

Polly could see Mason couldn't take his eyes off Michael's face. But Michael had his head back as if not even caring who sucked him off.

Michael pulled Mason as close as he could to his groin. And then would release him. Polly noticed that the small group in front of them was still watching the movie. Except for one of them.

A girl that looked to be about twenty was looking back every once in a while. She couldn't see much from that location, but Polly knew that Michael's shoulders and face could be seen.

Polly watched Michael for a moment as the girl did. His dark features were strained at the pleasure he was receiving. She could see his shoulder move a little as he manhandled Mason's head.

Did the girl know that he was getting head? That a man was pleasuring him? Or did she think he was touching himself? Or perhaps even Polly?

But the girl couldn't stop turning around to view his erotic features. Polly hated it and loved it at the same time.

Polly leaned over to Michael's ear, "You are being watched."

Michael's eyes opened and he looked down at the girl with a lust filled gaze. The poor thing was caught staring by the wicked man in the back of the theater. She whipped her head around to view the screen.

Yet despite the girl's embarrassment, she turned around again only seconds later. But Michael had not changed his hard look toward her. He wanted her to watch. It was very obvious, especially as he made Mason move faster on his cock.

Michael bit his lip, and the girl's mouth gaped open. Polly could just imagine the girl's thoughts. Will he cum soon? Is he cumming because he is looking at me?

Polly leaned to his ear again, "She wants you to cum."

"Mmhm, she's a little slut," he whispered. "I bet she doesn't even know this little sissy is sucking me."

"Definitely no clue a man is down there. Unless she saw Mason earlier. Perhaps she was looking back here to see him. He did seem like the third wheel. But all she saw was your sex hazed face," Polly whispered. "I think you should cum, and then make sure she sees Mason. I wonder if she will like it. Seeing a man with cum stained lips not far from her in public."

"Mmmmhm," Michael agreed. "Mason, take my...." And then Michael came. He was relatively quiet considering how much he typically shouted out his pleasure. And Mason swallowed quickly to try to capture the cum.

But in the dim light Polly could still see cum escape the corners of his mouth. Before he could lick it off, he stood and moved back to his seat. Then he looked toward the girl. Her eyes were rounded like she couldn't believe her eyes. Mason took his thumb and wiped the corners of his mouth. He then stuck his thumb into his mouth as licked off the remaining cum.

Polly watched between Mason, Michael, and the girl. Despite Michael's recent orgasm he bit his lip and smiled at the girl - giving a little wave. When her eyes flew back to Mason, he gave her a wink and a big grin.

Polly giggled a bit in her hand as the girl quickly turned back to the screen. She seemed completely overwhelmed by the entire experience. "Let's go," Polly whispered to the men and took Michael's hand to leave.