slightly: the guy on the back row was still there, but was doing nothing. The guy in the very back seat towards the column was right there, but the guy who had kept me from getting to that choice spot against the back wall was back in a side aisle seat several rows down. He was, however, still watching the back of the room. I wasted no time this time, I sauntered directly to the spot beside the column, leaned my butt up against the wall and took my leather jacket off, setting it in the seat on the other side of the guy right there. In fact, as I leaned over him to put the jacket in the seat -- "Mind if I ditch this thing; it's hot." -- my ever burgeoning cock was in his face. His "No, fine with me," almost got him a mouthful of manmeat, something we were soon to find out was at least one objective of his for the evening.

As I leaned over him to put the jacket across the back of the adjoining chair he grabbed one of my muscular ass cheeks, then ran his hand across my crack, jabbing a finger at my puckered hole. I paused long enough to push my ass towards his touch. Without making too much of his action I stood back up and turned away from him as if to walk away, but I didn't. My hairless butt was directly in front of his face so I chose that moment to bend forward as if to retie my running shoes, causing my ass to spread open in his face. Before I could even ponder what to do next, I felt a wet tongue on my asshole and the contours of a man's face on my butt cheeks. I leaned back into his face, then stood to see if anyone was watching.

My asshole was getting a wet humming that became more insistent the more the fellow ate. I sat back into his face and mouth and watched my cock bounce in front of me and in front of the men scattered around the theatre. One by one each of them turned to watch the action in the back corner. The rim stud apparently had no concerns other than burying himself in my crack and butt hole. In fact, he made little noise -- a concession to the public setting, I assumed -- as his tongue fucked my chute and sent my mind and body into a trembling frenzy of sexual desire and satisfaction.

Suddenly the fellow on the back row, the one who had turned to watch repeatedly all night but who had not made any other moves, stood up and came to the back wall. As soon as he leaned up against it, he unzipped his jeans and pushed them down so he could begin massaging his tumescent cock into a full-blooded erection. I nodded in his direction but made no move to touch him. My ass man put his hands on my hips and pulled me towards him even closer. I obliged.

His cock now hard, the fellow beside me leaned forward and opened his mouth to take my cock. I just stood straight up to let him. Glancing around the theatre my head swam from the excitement of having my ass and my cock eaten at the same time by these two men who, like me, were nameless and -- otherwise to our worlds -- faceless sex creatures. It was one of those moments when I know that