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Nelson still couldn't quite believe what had happened.
There had been about half-a-dozen people scattered across the darkened cinema as the movie played. Out of nowhere, a young man walked down the aisle and chose to sit down right next to Nelson. After a minute, Nelson stiffened as he felt fingers traipsing across his legs. He was about to speak up when the guy nimbly picked Nelson's pants open and pulled out his dick. Without hesitation, the unknown male got on his knees in front of Nelson and sucked his dick to a quick and powerful climax, swallowing every drop of Nelson's cum.
Nelson had turned to, well, thank himβjust what is the proper etiquette in this situation?βand the stranger stiffened like he'd been pole-axed. He beat a hasty retreat out of the theatre. Nelson would have loved to have followed him if only to ask why he'd been selected for this special treatment, but his orgasm had left him shaking. His pants were still wide open and his dick exposed. He would need a minute to stand up, much less run after someone. He quickly put his pecker away and zipped up.
The movie continued playing for about another quarter-hour but Nelson's mind was not on the film. He hoped that the stranger would return to shed some light on events. Now it was far too late to follow and, thanks to the darkness of the theatre, Nelson couldn't even be sure if he would recognize the young man with which he had shared such a public intimacy. Nelson was grateful for this fantastic sensual experience, but he longed to understand.
The credits finally rolled and the lights came up. Nelson stood up and something compressed under his foot. He bent over and picked the item up.
It was a leather wallet, and it did not belong to Nelson.
Nelson couldn't believe it. Nobody else had been sitting in this row, or even in the row in front of his, so the wallet could only have come from his stranger. Perhaps it fell out of his back pocket when he slid down out of his seat to blow Nelson.
That had to be it! Nelson had the missing link to his anonymous cocksucker. He was thrilled.
Now, how best to proceed?
He flipped the wallet open and the top card was a driver's licence. The name on it was "Colin" and there was both a residential address and a picture. The billfold contained forty dollars. The wallet also contained other important identification, a credit card and a health insurance card. Nelson grinned to himself as he closed the wallet and put it in his pocket.
Nelson pulled his smartphone out as he exited the empty theatre. The phone had been off during the movie; Nelson was impatient while the phone powered on and loaded his apps. A minute later, standing in the cinema's lobby, he scoured Facebook and Instagram, collecting more data on Colin. Interestingly, Colin's profile pictures showed him with various different girls. It was almost like he was shouting that he was straight and not a gay, cum-eating whore. Nelson quickly surmised that Colin was not out.
Nelson himself happened to be a bisexual of only small experience loving either gender.
He knew who his cocksucking stranger was and where he lived. Returning the wallet would be the pretext for visiting Colin's home. That was the whole plan so far. What happened next would be up to Colin and his responses.
Nelson was driving his father's car that day, so he had a way to get to Colin's house in the suburbs. Nelson arrived at the residence only an hour after his movie let out. He parked on the street and watched the very ordinary house listed as Colin's address. Nelson was nervous to go up and knock, but was confident that he could handle the situation. He pressed the doorbell button.
It was Colin himself who came to the door; Nelson recognized him easily thanks to the photo identification in the young man's wallet. Nelson believed Colin was still wearing the same jeans and t-shirt he wore to the theatre.
Colin seemed to regard Nelson with only slight interest. Nelson understood that. He was tall and gangly and though he was twenty, he still had pimples under a careless mop of reddish-gold hair. On the other hand, if Nelson didn't consider himself especially attractive, there was also nothing the least bit alarming about his appearance. Colin only looked distracted, as if Nelson was intruding on a more important matter.
Colin himself was almost Nelson's height but Colin's shoulders were broader. Colin was dark-haired, freckled and handsome. From the date of birth on his ID, Colin was nineteen.
"Can I help you?"
"My name's Nelson. If you're Colin, maybe I can help you." He held up the wallet.
"Damn it," Colin said with obvious relief. "I was just about to call in and cancel all my cards. Where did you find it?"
"Under my seat in Cinema Five at the cineplex."
It took a moment for understanding to dawn over Colin. He blushed crimson. Nelson knew that Colin knew.
"Er, well, thank you, Nelson," Colin stammered. He took twenty dollars out of his wallet and offered it to Nelson, trying to bluff it through. It was either a reward for returning his wallet, or a small price to pay for Nelson's silence.
"That's okay," Nelson said, holding a hand up to refuse the twenty-dollar bill. "I wanted to see if we could meet up sometime."
"Uh, well, I don't really know you..."
"In some ways, you know me very well."
"I, uh, I don't normally do what I, uh, what I guess I did to you," Colin gushed. "It was an accident, a mistake."
"It was a pretty enjoyable mistake."
"Uh, good... I'm glad you liked it, I guess."
"You seemed pretty into it when your mouth was on my cock."
Colin shushed him and looked around inside and outside of the doorway for anyone who might be listening to their exchange.
"Quiet! My parents are here!"
Nelson lowered his voice. "Why don't we talk about it in my car?"
Colin remained flushed. This unexpected follow-up to his accidental blowjob boosted his stress levels; this was a far worse problem than merely losing his wallet. Taking the conversation out of the house and out of the range of parents' hearing might restore some of his lost control over the situation. On the other hand, his parents had warned him about getting into cars with strangers...
A minute later, the two men were sitting in Nelson's father's car.
"Drive," Colin said. "We can't sit outside my parent's house and have this conversation."