Fair warning - there's a lot of male bisexuality ahead because that's the way I like it.
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In the middle of the eighties, drive-in movie theaters began fading into near-extinction. In a desperate effort to stay alive, many began showing X-rated movies after midnight. Parents had learned that after a double feature ended, they had to get out of that parking lot quickly before the screen filled with giant-sized tits on the big screen.
Our story finds two friends sharing the front seat of a two-door, 1979 Buick LeSabre Coup. In the backseat slept Gary's sister. Suzanne had begged to see the double feature of horror movies. Gary had not wanted to bring his sister along. He and Mark had a plan for that night.
"Aw, come on, sis," Gary groaned at the idea of Suzanne tagging along. He and Mark Wood had bigger plans than watching horror movies. Mark was convinced that they could stay after the feature films and no one would care. The idea of watching porn on that big screen sounded like too much fun!
"You're only going with Mark! It's not like it's a date night, is it?"
Gary rolled his eyes and shook his head. Why did his sister have to be such a bitch about this? "You're eighteen, you can get in on your own!"
"Oh, right, I'm supposed to go to the drive-in, alone, and watch two scary movies? Are you crazy?"
"I'll take you," Mark Wood said as he strolled into the kitchen gnawing on an apple. Since meeting in a theater class at the local college, Gary and Mark had become good friends. People often thought they had known each other forever.
"Are you sure you want to go with a girl?" Suzanne asked while flashing a big smile in his direction as she ran her gaze up and down Mark. Why not? Mark was hot in an easy-going kind of way. He was slim, had a pretty smile, and was most definitely gay. He was out and proud, which was rare for the time.
"Actually, I go both ways," he said, matching her grin with his.
"Oh, wait! I get it!" Suzanne exclaimed while bouncing the heel of one hand off her forehead. "This really IS a date night, isn't it?"
Gary glared at his sister. It wasn't the first time she had made fun of his friend who just happened to be bisexual. Gary thought that was rude. He also realized the optics of going to drive-in with Mark. If he didn't let her go, how could he explain it? He knew how it would look and she would tease him about it forever. "Fine, you can go," he snapped.
The two movies were great fun, filled with jumps, scares, buckets of blood, and lots of unnecessary nudity. As soon as the credits began rolling on the last horror movie, a parade of cars headed toward the exits. Gary started his car but kept it in park and acted like he was letting the traffic clear before he tried to leave. He knew there would be a long intermission before the porn started. Running his car for a bit would charge up his battery.
"Ugh, go already!" Suzanne groaned before sprawling across the backseat. She had gone all in on the idea of going to the drive-in in the backseat. She brought a blanket, and a pillow, and insisted on wearing her PJs. Now she was going to pout like a kid, too?
"I'm waiting for it to clear out," he told his sister, just sitting and waiting. Suzanne flopped across the backseat, rested her head on the pillow, and was out before the credits ended. Adjusting his rearview mirror, he watched her chest rise and fall with the slow, measured movements of someone who was truly asleep. He couldn't see much of her, but he could see her middle.
"We should stay," Mark whispered after a quick glance in the backseat. "She's sleeping."
Gary was thinking the same thing, but he was more cautious. "What if she wakes up?" Gary turned around in his seat and inspected his sleeping, eighteen-year-old sister. The open top of her PJs exposed the curve of one breast. Had she not even bothered with a bra? She wiggled and scratched at her flat stomach. That little gesture exposed her stomach and the draw-tie of her PJ bottoms.
"If she wakes up, we act like nothing happened and leave," the dark-haired theater student insisted in a perfect backstage whisper that surely only reached Gary's ears. It was the kind of whisper that no one else should hear.
The screen changed to a series of "coming attraction" trailers for other porn movies. Images flickered on the giant silver screen of beautiful women with big hair sucking on giant-sized cocks. The young men sat slack-jawed as they stared at the magnificent explicit views in full Technicolor.
There was a jitter, a jump, and then a title screen as the spell was momentarily broken with the start of the first x-rated feature. As one, both men turned to inspect the sleeping beauty in the backseat. His sister definitely looked asleep. He noticed the top button of her PJs had come undone and he saw a lot more tit than he expected. He tried not to stare and then did it anyway as he tried to make sure she was really asleep. They risk staying for a little bit, couldn't they?
Gary turned off his car and switched to just accessories so they could keep the radio on.
"Yes!" Mark softly hissed, pumping his arm like it was a victory.
Porn is as porn does and it did a lot for our two heroes. In the first scene of the first movie, a lovely brunette gave a very furry guy with a huge dick a crazy good blowjob. When he came, she dutifully caught every drop on her tongue while the camera zoomed in close enough that the average viewer could evaluate her cum-catching skills. She was perfect.
"Fuck, that's hot," Gary said, as he tried to figure out what to do with his hands. He didn't want to hang them from the steering wheel, because that looked and felt weird. He was afraid of putting them in his lap because, after another scene like that, he knew he was going to get hard as fuck. He stole another glance into the backseat where his sister continued to sleep with her top hanging open. He gawked, felt a tingle between his legs, and looked away to watch the next scene as it unfolded.
Mark pointed to the screen. "Hey, she kind of looks like Suzanne!"
"A little," Gary agreed before he knew the name of that porn star. Later, he would learn that it was Stacey Donovan. For the moment, he saw a pretty blonde with smaller tits and big fly-aways to her hair like his sister. She looked like she could do a commercial for Coppertone with her special, girl-next-door appeal and bright, cheerful smile. His sister and Stacey had the same color of golden wheat blonde hair, too.
"Aw, come on, they're both skinny and cute as fuck."
"Yeah, I see it," he said and he had two problems. His first problem was the erection growing stiffer by the moment inside his baggy, loose shorts. He had gone commando because of the heat and because he liked the freedom. His second problem was trying to look at the porn star on the big screen and NOT see his sister, too!
"Oh man, she loves that dick," Mark offered as look-a-like Suzanne bobbed her head up and down another exceptionally large dick. She slurp, swirled her tongue, and definitely sucked on it, too. She seemed to like giving it a long lick up from the base, and then, end with a smile aimed up at her co-star.
"Yeah, she does," he agreed before stealing another glance into the backseat. Had another button come undone? Fuck, his sister's top was gaping open and he could see everything! He gawked at her nearly bare chest as it continued to slowly rise and fall in the deep, rhythmic manner of someone who was fast asleep. He gawked for reasons more than watching her breathing, too.
As he turned back toward the screen, he caught a very rhythmic gesture happening with the elbow of his left-handed friend. He was relatively sure he knew exactly what his friend was doing. He quickly faced the screen while clutching at his hard-on with his most distant hand. Fuck! Was this really happening?
If Mark had been right-handed instead of left-handed, things would have gone in a different direction because Mark would have been able to stroke his cock without drawing attention to what he was doing. Instead, when Suzanne ever so slightly opened her eyes, she saw that slow, steady movement. She nearly lost it and gasped. She bit back that gasp, kept her eyes as and kept her eyes as mere slits. She had always been good at pretending to be asleep, she wasn't going to ruin it now!
"Dude, are you hard?" Mark asked in that special kind of whisper that didn't work as well inside a 1979 Buick LeSalle Coup as it did backstage at a theater.
Suzanne could hear every word and had been listening much longer than they knew. When Gary hadn't moved toward the exit, she hoped they were going to try and stay to watch the X-rated movies. She had heard about them, but she had never seen one - and she damn well wanted to see one.
