In Wagner Park part one I told you that James fell in love with my mouth and that Friday nights was our regular drive-in night. I also said that occasionally one of our friends, would invite themselves along to the movies. The worse culprit was Dwayne, a class mate that James and I'd known since his grade school merged with ours for junior high.
On Friday evening some unexpected family business came up and he had to cancel. When I called Dwayne to give him the bad news he said, "No problemo. I can get my mom's car so we can still go."
There was no way I could bow out of going without it looking bad.
Dwayne picked me up in his mom's new 1967The Mercury Marquis. Like when it was James and I, We park in the very back row to the right in what would be the darkest area.
They always showed previews and ads at first because they started before it was completely dark. Again like James and I, we waited for the previews to come on before we went to the restroom and the concession bar. Everyone else was back in their car so there was no line in ether place.
We trudged back to the car, each carrying one of those cardboard trays loaded down with cokes, popcorn, hotdogs and candy. As soon as we were in the car and put our containers of junk food on the dashboard, Dwayne slid the seat back as far as it would go. The marquis was the first in a line of big full size cars so that gave us more than enough leg room.
The movie tonight was two Audie Murphy westerns, 'Tumbleweed' and 'Destry.' Audie Murphy movies were always popular because he was a 'good-ole-Texas boy and he had a couple of sisters in the area that many people knew.
Dwayne was wearing a pair of grey, big in the waist sweat pants he'd swiped from the field house and a white t-shirt. The sweat pants were too lose fitting to tell if he had an erection or not, not that I was looking.
About 20 minutes into the movie he was wiggling around in his seat and blatantly fondling himself through his sweat pants. It was hard to keep my eyes off what he was doing. Finally he turned to me and said, "I know what you and James are up to and I want in on the action."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"It took me awhile to figure out who was doing who, but James is such a horn dog and there's that whole always jacking off at the movies thing. So the only thing that makes sense is that you're sucking him." Sliding his hand down the front of his sweats, Dwayne added as he fondled his stiff cock, "And I want in on the action. I want you to suck my cock too."
While I was trying to decide whether to act indignant and deny it or not, Dwayne pulled down the front of his sweats and showed me his goodies. Even in the dim light in the car, I could see that his cock was much bigger than mine. Mine is about the average six inches or a tiny bit more. His may have been eight inches and significantly thicker than mine. That was all it took. One look at his stiff cock and my protests die on my lips. Seeing my face and knowing that he'd won Dwayne hike his bottom off the seat as he pulled down his sweats. Once naked from the waist down, he spread his legs as he turned towards me. His mother's Mercury Marquis had so much floor space with the seat all the way back, it wasn't necessary for me to kneel on the seat. Slipping to the floorboard, I knelt and dipped my head between his legs. As I brought my lips to the tip of his cock, I could see it glistening with a drop of pre-cum. I touched it with the tip of my tongue. The taste tolerable and the texture kind of nice. It was very slippery on my tongue.
Like getting into a pool, the best way is to dive in. Sucking him into my mouth, I started bobbing my head and sucking for all I was worth. I heard him moan, "Ohyes," with pleasure at my efforts. While I was gobbling his cock Dwayne reclined his seat to a more comfortable position. With a sigh, he brushed my hair back off my forehead and gently stroked my hair as I sucked.
