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WARNING: THE FOLLOWING IS A SEXUALLY EXPLICIT FICTIONAL STORY.
DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, OR IF YOU ARE NOT INTERESTED IN READING
ABOUT SEXUALLY EXPLICIT SITUATIONS AND ACTIVITIES..

To the alt.sex.stories reader:

        This is the 5th in a series of stories dealing mainly with male
to male sexuality, though the series will contain some male/female sex
and the thoughts, fantasies and activities of bisexual characters as well


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Friday 13" #5:  NURSING A GRUDGE
    By Stroker Al

    (PART 2 of 2)     @END_FILE_ID.DIZ


    Nick spent the next week in a daze.  He never stopped thinking
about Michele and jacked off constantly,  imagining himself, with his
dick twice as big as it was, fucking her,  face to face, and then going
down on her hot, sweet dark wet pussy and licking up every drop of their
commingled fuck juices.  The nocturnal sound of his wet smacking rod
naturally drew a couple of his cabin mates over to his bed for some
mutual jacking, which he consented to gratefully, though while keeping to
himself the nature of the fantasies that were really triggering the
spermy gushes over his buddies' fists.

    On Saturday  he appeared once again at Woody's and sat down at
the bar to wait for her to notice him, since she was distracted by other
customers and didn't seem to see him come it.

    "So what movie are we going to see?" she asked matter-of-factly
in place of saying hello.
    Nick's blood rushed throughout his body in excitement, ending in
a snap of his cock to attention. "The longest one we can find." he
grinned.  "No, really, whatever you want to see."

    He listed the four movies that were in town, and she picked the
one horror flick among them, which was good, he thought, since she might
need someone to clutch  a few times.

    "What theater is that showing in?" she asked suddenly.  When he
told her, she looked satisfied.  "Good. They have great popcorn there.
There's nothing like a big hot tub of popcorn dripping with hot butter"
She said with a smile before turning away to another customer.

    Hot damn, she wants me, Nick thought to himself gleefully.  His
bone asserted itself against his thigh at the news, and he patted it
discreetly.  "Down boy.  We've got a couple hours to go."

    Michelle was to get off work at 9, which would allow them to
catch the 9:30 showing of  the movie.  She just needed time to swing by
her house and change her clothes.  "I'd like to put on a skirt," she
said.   All right, he thought to himself.  Easy access!  This was going
to be a major feel-up session, if nothing else, he thought with joy.  He
waited in his car for her outside her house on the edge of the town.  She
took an unexpectedly long time, which nearly made them late for the
movie.

    When they arrived and he paid for their tickets, she dashed first
to the concession stand to get popcorn.  "The jumbo bucket, please, " she
told the boy behind the counter.  "We're ravenous."
    "Butter?" he asked.  "No thanks," she said.
    Nick appeared next to her, puzzled "I thought you said you wanted
hot butter,"
    "Trust me," she said, putting her arm around him.  "This is the
best way."
    They went in and found seats in the middle, two thirds of the way
down towards the screen.   There were only a handful of people in the
theater, scattered all over, and the movie was just starting.  When they
sat down, he automatically put his arm over the back of her seat, and she
relaxed her neck against it.  So far so good, he thought.

    Among the preview trailers they showed before the film was one
for was Bernardo Bertolucci's "Little Buddha."
    "I love Bertolucci, " she said.
    "So do I. Do you know Last Tango in Paris," he asked.
    "Of course," she replied.
    "So why you didn't ask for butter?" he joked, risking
repulsion.
    "Watch it, asshole. I haven't trimmed my nails lately," she
grinned at him.  He laughed, red faced but excited as hell.
    "In that case I guess you'll just have to be gentler with me."
he whispered suggestively.

    Now it was her turn to laugh, which she did heartily as she
leaned over to kiss him.  They lingered in that position until he began
to reach for her knee and her breasts, at which she pulled calmly away
from him.

    "I'm going to the ladies room --- to make a few adjustments,'"
she said, and got up and left.

    He sat there nervously, too nervous to even eat any of the
popcorn that she left there with him.  His rod was hard in his pants and
he rubbed it absently through the denim of his jeans as he watched the
curiously unfrightening movie and anticipated her return.

    After what seemed like an eternity, his date plopped down next to
him again and stared straight ahead at the film, grabbing a handful of
popcorn.

    "Everything okay? " he asked, and she nodded. Then with the other
hand,  she nonchalantly handed him something.  It was pair of her panties
that she had obviously just taken off.  Green light,  he shouted inwardly
with delight.  He pressed them to his nose and breathed in the warm,
wettish scent of her vulva, sweetened with some kind of powder or
cologne.  He smiled at her in the dark, but she went on watching the
film, seeming to ignore him, but pointedly spreading her legs apart to
create a large, inviting opening in the skirt.

     My god she was a big woman, Nick thought again, feeling her
smooth knee brush against his while opening her legs.  A regular Nordic
giantess, she was.  He wondered how she'd be in bed. Was he up to this?
His dick said yes, standing straight up in his Jeans. He followed her
lead and looked back at the movie as he reached over to caress her
thigh.  So smooth, such firm flesh.  The thigh was  streamlined like
swimmer's and he imagined what two of these babies would feel like
squeezing together around his hips and ass as he fucked her.   They
seemed thicker and more powerful than was possible for such a beauty. The
act of spreading her legs, apparently, stretching her muscles  to give
her solid but soft flesh unexpected substance.  Unexpected, because since
she was the first girl whose legs he had not had to pry open himself to
get at her pussy, his experience had been only with the shy stillness of
relaxed leg muscles.

    Finally, propelled by his warm palm flatly skimming the runway of
her smooth limb surface, his fingertips brushed up against her barmaid's
bush. He tickled at it for a second before slowly careful extending the
fingers so he could begin stroking her vulva .  He touched surprisingly
dry flesh, so he branched his fingers outward and began a circular caress
drumming his fingers through her bush  to find the crack of her cunt.
But his fingers remained on the surface.  More intrigued than puzzled by
the anatomy of his unusual girl, he lowered his knuckles onto the theater
seat and gently slid his fingers  forward into the warmer, wetter  spot
where her crotch met the upholstery .

    There, his fingers encountered a warm, smooth crease in her
flesh, oddly uneven, being swollen and rounded on one side and flat on
the other, but a crease none the less.  He pressed his digits into the
crevasse, intending to widen and invade it, but no sooner had he inserted
his fingertips then  she made a sound that might have been one of pain,
and lifted her left thigh suddenly.  And just as suddenly, the warm,
tight  recess that he had started to probe loosened dramatically.  His
fingertips  were now practically floating, like when someone pokes a
huge, light mound of raised dough, but they were meeting resistance once
again, soft wrinkly, hairy resistance, but resistance all the same.  What
he was feeling was a depression in her flesh, but not an orifice.  It
gave tenderly under pressure, but only to a point, beyond which he
somehow sensed would have definitely caused pain.  He knew this
instinctively, but as to how he knew it, he hadn't a clue. It was if he
were somehow more familiar with this unidentified part of the female
anatomy than any other.

     Simultaneously, he was startled to feel an impossibly ready slap
on the back of his hand, as if with her left hand she had mirrored his
every move under her skirt and had now brought it down on his arm to
arrest his progress.  His disorientation intensified when, as his eyes
turned questioningly to her face, they locked on the far hand that still
held the large bucket of popcorn.

    He impulsively seized the wrist-thick appendage that after
striking him had remained resting over his hand.   It took several
seconds for him to understand that what he now gripped in his fist was a
large, thick-veined and fully erect dick , after which his hand locked
upon it with the paralysis of the shock.  It took another several seconds
for him to realize that this pulsating pole of flesh was attached to his
date.  That the twat he'd been looking for did not exist, that the long
blonde-locked beauty beside him was a man, not a woman.  But by then it
was too late.  His jaw had dropped open to cry out, and the panties that
he had let fall to his lap had been suddenly thrust into his mouth by a
distinctly feminine hand, muffling his cry when it finally came. Even in
his agitation, nick recognized that the taste of the panties was pure
pussy.  Cunt juice as sweet as any he'd ever tasted.  They'd been worn by
her, but given to him by ....him?

    Now his shoulders were being gripped from both sides.  Someone in
the previous few seconds had sat down on his right, the someone who had
gagged him with the panties.  He looked at her, dressed in her man's
clothes, a plaid flannel shirt and holey jeans and recognized the barmaid
that'd he'd just seconds ago thought he'd discovered was a man.  But she
was still a woman.  He turned and saw the man whose dick he still
clenched as if for safety , grinning at him from under a blonde wig  and
reaching over to grab his bulging crotch.  His confusion intensified even
as his own dick battered steel hard up against the big strong hand that
now squeezed the Mount Fuji-shaped tent of thick denim that dominated his
crotch.

    "Nick, I'd like you to meet my boyfriend, Friday.   I DID mention
to you I had a  boyfriend, didn't I?  In fact he lives with me, and has
for ten years now.  We've got a LOT in common.  In fact we're almost the
same height.  We like to wear each other's clothes. We're very close.
Why, this morning he even used my razor to shave his legs.  Aren't they
dreamy?  So long and strong and smooth and pale?

    Nick swallowed hard as his mistake resonated in his bones and his
prick grew ever stiffer.
    "And how do you like his prick?  You didn't believe me about how
long it is, and now you can feel it yourself. Go on check it out! "

    Nick hesitated,  not being used to indulging his penchant for
dick in front of women he was trying to score with, but as the initial
shock of the situation was now wearing off, he was beginning to perceive
the uniqueness of the opportunities that were within his grasp. He began
tentatively moving his hand up the shaft of Friday's schlong, which
extended seemingly forever until nearly emerging beneath the hem of the
skirt, where it terminated in a fat knobby dickhead. He removed the
panties from his mouth finally and spoke.

    "Holy shit, you ARE hung, aren't you?"
    Friday kept grinning. "That's it, give me a good feel.  Nice and
thick for a girl, huh? "

    Friday gripped the hem of the skirt and yanked it back to reveal
his entire naked abdomen graced by a light bush, obviously growing back
from a recent shave.  And there was the famous 12 1/2-inch prick standing
up in Nick's grip.  To his right, Michelle reached over and unzipped the
fly of Nick's jeans, through which  his throbbing pecker instantly
jutted, which even in the light from the movie screen was showing pinkly
through a thin layer of precome-soaked white cotton material from his
Jockey briefs.
Normally a boxer boy, he'd chosen these last remaining pair of briefs
from his underwear stock to have been issued to him by his mommy. He'd
warn them specially in the hopes of making Michele feel hornily nostalgic
for a youthful basket.

     "Ah, let's see what you've got here, counselor," she said,
leaning over toward him and gripping both sides of his loosened jeans and
jockeys and tugging down on them.  The motion of her pulling, which
unveiled his naked cock, bush and upper ass cheeks,  prompted Nick to
raise his hips enough to allow Michelle to further de-pants her dazzled
date all the down to his ankles.

    "Check him out, Babe," Michelle whispered over to Friday, who was
sitting back enjoying Nick's lingering introductory stroking of his
legendary fuck stick.  "I already did, remember?, " said Friday, fondling
Nick's stiff erection.  "Last weekend throughout the peephole in the
stall at Woody's when Nicky boy blew his wad into the urinal."

    Nick remembered the eye he'd spotted and felt an additional
thrill of heat in his bone.  "Two boys jacking each other's cocks, " said
Friday.  "Who needs pussy now?" he laughed, at which Michelle arched
across Nick's exposed midsection and slapped her boyfriend's face
playfully.

    "Nick does, you moron!"  she teased. "He came here to feel up my
pussy, didn't you, Nicky?  He wasn't after some dumb old dick, were you?"

    Nick grinned sheepishly at her and then looked over again at the
megapenis he was stroking. "Uh, well, I certainly wasn't expecting your
boyfriend to be here at all, much less that I'd  be playing with his
dick.  Not that there's anything wrong with that, of course," he added
hurriedly.  "And yes, I wanted--WANT your pussy, Michelle.  Am I gonna
get it?"

    "I don't know, Nick. Are you?"  she whispered seductively,
leaning back in the theater seat with her leg's spread apart.  The huge
holes  around the crotch and thighs of her boyfriend's jeans exposed
large patches of men's paisley patterned boxer shorts.  Nick reached over
and put his free hand into the largest hole, which opened the jeans from
the upper right thigh to just below the crotch.  With his fingers he
bunched up the loose, baggy cotton of the boxers that he encountered,
until her cool smooth flesh became uncovered from beneath the hem.  There
he gained entry with his hand and slid his fingers up under the leg of
her boyfriend's boxers, feeling her inner thigh.

    Meanwhile Nick continued to jack her boyfriend's dick, which was
tenting her skirt higher and higher.   His fingers crept up her thigh
until the tips encountered the wet, hairy threshold of her vulva.  She
moaned and lowered herself farther in the seat, but he couldn't maneuver
his hand any farther from that angle.  He pulled his hand out, and she,
understanding, unzipped the jeans and yanked them down to her knees.
The fly of her boyfriend's boxers gaped open invitingly and Nick inserted
his hand through it, not for the stiff boner that he usually sought for
inside a pair of guy's shorts, but for Michele's furry, wet cunt , which
he then cupped in his palm.  He pressed and rubbed it gently,  up and
down, jamming his fingers down into the hot space between her pussy and
the boxer-lined theater seat. After many caresses, he began to nudge open
her labia with the tip of his middle finger as he rubbed downward.

    "Get the butter," she moaned.
    He laughed, thinking she was just quoting Bertolucci for a joke.
Friday laughed too, squeezing Nick's prick in a downward stroke.  "Yeah,
let's slick things up a bit."
    "Its in my purse," she  said.
    "What is?" Nick asked, stopping.
    "The butter.  Take it out of my purse.  I'm ready for it now."

    Nick watched Friday reach into the purse, which was  sitting in
front of the seat where Michelle had originally been sitting, and which
Friday now occupied.  He pulled out a single, foil-wrapped stick of Land
O' Lakes Butter.  Whoa, thought Nick, seeing the expensive brand label.
Class!

    Though certainly softened, with only the air-conditioning of the
theater to cool it, the stick seemed to have retained its shape, Nick
saw. Now he was beginning to understand.  Friday handed him the butter.

    "Would you do the honors of feeding my girl's pussy this butter?
I'll take over my own prick for a while.  Go ahead."  Friday encouraged
him.   Nick released Friday's dick and took the butter, and then removed
his hand from Michelle's vulva to allow her to pull off the jeans and
boxers.  A few seconds later, she was leaning back in the seat again, her
knees up and apart, naked from the waist down except for her boyfriend's
white socks and Doc Martens.  She was pulling her labia apart to expose
the glistening, many-folded recess of her vagina.

    "Come on, Nick.  Slide me that butter, you hungry stud."  she hissed.
    Nick stood up, oblivious now to his surroundings, his dick waving
like a Fourth of July flagpole as he shuffled his shucked-pants-entangled
ankles around to stand in front of Michelle's seat, where he began to
unwrap the butter.

    "Down in front!"  called the crabbed voice of an old man from
somewhere farther up in the seats, followed by a small chorus of
assenting voices.  Nick quickly dropped into a squatting position, his
bare knees brushing her soft naked calves.  His dick bobbed up and down
just under the edge of her theater seat as he leaned forward to insert
the butter into the hot oven of her cunt.  "This is gonna melt on contact
with your pussy, babe." He said, gently guiding one end of the stick into
her vaginal opening.  She gasped and pulled the stick from his hand all
the way in with her vaginal muscles.  As she moaned with the sensation,
Nick let his buttery fingers linger in the opening of her pussy.

    "I don't know, dairy farm boy," she cooed, "it's still awfully
cool and stiff. It  might need a little churning from you."
    Nick looked up at her questioningly, "Um, I think if its butter,
it's already been churned," he said.
    "Well then come here and let me saut your raw red meat in it,"
she whispered.  Nick looked at her face and then up higher and beheld
Friday, who had gotten up behind Michelle's seat and was now standing
behind her, hands massaging  her shoulders.  He was looking very Kurt
Cobain in his blonde locks and plaid skirt, and his dick was protruding
over the seat Where Michele was cradling it in between her neck and
shoulder.

    At the same moment, Michelle and Friday reached out their arms to
grip Nick's arms and shoulders and pull him forward onto Michelle.
"Wait--" cried Nick, as his dick jammed under the lip of the theater
seat.  He thrust his legs upward out of the squatting position . and once
his dick was clear of the seat, tumbled forward onto Michelle.  It was a
very awkward  position for him, because his weight  forced him forward
and his back was arched, but then the theater seat reclined enough that
he became more comfortable.  His chest flattened Michelle's against the
seat, and their heads locked in deep kisses, with Friday's supercock
extending between their throats.  Her boyfriend threw the hem of
Michelle's skirt up over their heads and pressed even closer.

     Friday's dick flopped and jutted between the lover's faces,  and
they kissed and licked him intermittently as they tongued each other's
hot mouths.  Nick grabbed Friday's dick again, now with a buttery hand,
and as he stroked it, used it as a hand hold for leverage to pull himself
the rest of the way onto  Michelle.

    Down below, Nick used his other hand to ease his dick into
Michelle's butter-crammed cunt.  His dickhead mashed against the cool
resistance of the butter, as the sides of her pulsing pussy fluttered
feathery flesh alongside his shaft, basting it with buttery cunt juices.
She dug her hard nails into Nick's tight, smooth, bare ass, goading him
to thrust deeper into her.  The butter began to soften with the action of
his dick, and Michelle pulled the popcorn bucket underneath the seat to
catch the dripping melted butter that was beginning to spurt out of her
cunt.

    As Nick rammed his cock into her pussy, he felt warm butter
melting over his balls and felt the big droplets of creamery butter
shaking off of his hairy nuts as they slapped against the base of her
cunt.  The bucket of popcorn between his legs on the floor caught every
drop of the golden, hot stuff as it drizzled and spurted with each of
Nick's thrusts.

    "How does your hard prick feel inside my babe's twat, dude? "
Friday said.  "She really knows how to grip a guy's cock, doesn't she?
Sort of like you do with your fists, Nick.  Well, she's  gonna milk your
college boy summer jizz out of you in no time at all, like she's done to
me a few thousand times. Would you mind If I joined you, buddy?  There's
room in there for two, I can guarantee you.  I've been fucking her for
ten years now, and she could take a baseball bat up her cunt if she
wanted to."

    Friday got behind the puzzled Nick and leaned forward onto him.
He lifted the skirt up and let his huge rod probe between Nick's hairy
inner thighs and pass underneath his buttered balls, lifting them up and
separating them in their hairy sack to straddle Friday's invading dick.
Friday 's cock head nudged against the base of Michelle's pussy, just
where the underside of the shaft of Nick's erection was plunging in and
out of the many-petalled rose of her quivering flesh.

    At just the right moment he pressed forward and the momentum of
Nick's inward thrust pulled Friday's dickhead into her cunt like the top
step of an escalator gobbling up an untied shoe lace.   Friday followed
through with a mighty thrust that nearly crushed Nick between the horny
couple.  Nick's ass cheeks were pressed flat against the scratchy
washboard hardness of Friday's stomach and slowly regrowing bush area,
and he felt the pushed up front of the skirt against his lower back.
Michelle moaned as the double-stacked dicks now moved inside her.

    Now the butter was really starting to melt.  Friday's pole also
became slick with liquid gold, and Nick enjoyed the extra sensation of
buffing the big prickshaft with the hairy crack of his ass as both guys
continued thrusting in and out of Michele.  It was like riding the sissy
bar on his bike as a kid, only more fun.

    "Let's give her a fuck she'll never forget, huh dude?'  Said
Friday's stubbled cheek into Nick's ear, as he pressed his big chest
against Nick's sweating back.  Now this was Nick's kind of double date,
he thought to himself as he got into Friday's rhythm and proceeded
porking Michelle.  Yeah, he thought. Two iron stiff dudes, plugging a
pussy with their piston-dicks at the same time, chest to back , thigh to
thigh,  balls swinging to the beat.  As Nick squeezed Michelle's tits
with both hands, Friday  twisted Nick's own tits, and felt all up and
down his pecs and abs.  Nick went wild with the sensation of being
manhandled by this guy whose girlfriend he was co-fucking.

    "Fuck me harder, Nick," Michelle groaned.  And Nick obeyed.  He
thrilled at the feeling of his dick being squeezed together with
Friday's as if their dicks comprised one mighty piece of prick.
     "Nicky boy, you're one hell of a fuck buddy, you know that,
dude? " Friday said. " I'm gettin off sharing Michelle's pussy with your
hard cock.  You got a powerful set of thigh muscles on you too, bud.
They're giving my root a work out."
    Finally, the most incredible thing happened, as Nick heard Friday
gasp and groan against him.  With the sensitive underside of his own
dick, he could feel the pumping of the Jizz though Friday's cockshaft,
like a firehose shooting tons of water on a blaze.  Michelle's blazing
twat  began to be doused by Friday's hot dick chowder: thick, creamy
white, chunky , salty  and squirty, cascading out of her pussy, down his
balls and all over the popcorn in the bucket below.
    Nick gasped at the incredible pleasure that Friday's slippery
spunk spewing added to his fucking of Michelle.   His dick was jumping up
and down in the spermy sludge like a kid out in his front yard during the
first snowfall.  The iron bar of manmeat underneath his prick was
softening and shrinking now, and it made him feel like his own dick was
swelling to fill the void in the babe's pussy.  As Friday pulled out, his
fat dick head grazed nick's inner thighs and smeared them with buttery
mancome, stickying  the hairs and making his thighs crackle when they
touched.

     "She's all yours, Nick-Dick.  Make her good, bro.  Fuck her like
a madman and make her come." Friday hissed.  He patted Nick's ass to urge
him on, which made Nick thrust harder and harder.  Friday took advantage
of Nick's preoccupation  to really feel up his hard little firm ass,
squeezing it, rubbing it and slapping it good. Then he knelt down and
began to lick the salty sweat off of the backs of Nick's churning
thighs.  While tonguing those hairy hunks of muscle and working his mouth
upward into the crack of Nick's ass, he also worked Nicks pants and
briefs the rest of the way off.
    Nick and Michelle rocked together insanely, their tongues down
each other's throats, their arms around each other, their hot raw sex
equipment fusing together like melting iron.  Michelle started coming
first and her cries of ecstasy, combined with the sudden plunge of tongue
into his asshole, put Nick over the edge, feeling as he was for the
moment,  a total stud.  He shouted as his pressure cooked jizz blasted
into her hot slit and squirted out all over their crotches and ran down
into the popcorn bucket.  Friday shoved Nicks ass forward with his face
as he licked deep between Nick's ass cheeks, causing Nick to drill his
wad spewing dick as deep into his orgasming girlfriend as he could go.

    Usher flashlights lit up Nick and Michelle's contorted faces for
a moment, traced down Nick's bare butt to Friday's burrowing head and
then passed on to other aisles, where a pair of whispering girls were
asked to be quiet, and a can of outside soda pop was confiscated.

    "Okay, Nicky boy,  don't stop now.  Give her the coup degrease.
Make her come moon rockets!"
    "Wha-h?  Huh?"  gasped Nick, confused but attentive, determined
to satisfy this chick in any way he could.
    "Eat her pussy out, counselor.  Quick, before the good stuff all
runs out!"
    Nick's dick had flopped out of Michelle as he blinked at her in
hesitation, and instantly it became hard again.  He sought her eyes for a
sign, and when she smiled, he plummeted his head between her thighs and
buried his mouth in her pussy.  Her pubes were foamy with Friday's
cooling, thickening  jizz and Nick's own still hot, crawly pecker juice.
The strong bitter flavors were heightened and mellowed by the hot butter
and the natural juices of Michelle's cunt.   Nick lapped it all up with
his tongue, barely allowing himself to breath.  He let the sex stew
slither down his throat in small gulps as he ate her out, straining his
powerful tongue into every fold of her hot wet pussyflesh. She screamed
with delight and shuddered in a stream of orgasms.

       As Nick worked his tongue in and out of Michelle's' pussy and
buffed his sex wet face with her buttery, spermy bush, he felt Friday's
grip on one of his ankles, lifting, and then the other.  Then he felt the
scratchy sensation of the Michelle's skirt being pulled up his own calves
and thighs, by Friday, crackling the fine dark hairs with static
electricity before it was brought up  around his waist. He looked down to
see his sturdy, young man's leg emerging from the pleated skirt.

    He stood up and turned around to behold the now bare chested
Friday just starting to zip up the fly of Nick's jeans which he had put
on himself.   The man's rod, even soft,  was a tight fit into Nick's
briefs, which were now  even wetter with Friday's excess semen. "Mind if
I have that shirt now, bud?" grinned Friday, holding out Michelle's;'
sweater and shirt to exchange.

    "Guess It's my turn to play the girl now, huh?"  Nick sighed,
shucking the shirt and handing it over.
    "If you don't mind, Nick buddy.  After all, WE know you're a man,
right babe?" Friday replied as he pulled Nick's shirt down over his own
chest.  "It takes balls to put on a skirt in public, man and you've got a
fine set, " he laughed.  "Which reminds me..." he added, Kneeling down
and ducking his head under the skirt and between Nick's legs. Nick gasped
as he felt Friday's dancing tongue begin lapping up the hot butter that
still dripped from his balls.  When he'd finished licking Nick's nuts
clean, all three of them composed themselves and returned to their seats
to watch the film.  A woman asked Nick to stop adjusting his wig so that
she could see the film.

    Michelle handed Nick the popcorn  bucket, which he rested on the
expanse of skirt fabric that stretched between his widely parted legs.
This way, throughout the film, his crotch was as accessible to his
companions as the popcorn.   All three of them munched on the popcorn
ravenously and agreed that it was the tastiest they'd ever had. Nick in
particular savored each fistful of buttery jizzed up sexjuicy popcorn
that he thrust into his mouth.  The flavors melded incredibly together,
salty, corny, jizzy, horny cunty.  Mmmmmm.

    Friday and Michelle intermittently groped his dick and balls
during the rest of the film,  and after the popcorn was gone, Friday
poked at and tickled his hairy asshole with a buttery finger.

    Friday ran out to the concession stand and brought Michelle and
Nick and himself sodas, which the other two drank quickly.  "Can you get
me another MR. Pibb," begged Michelle after a short time.

    "Aw baby, just gimme the glass, and I'll fix you a Mr. Piss
instead."
    "Eeuuuuwwww!!" she cried.  "Not with popcorn!"
    "Well how about a sip of my nice refreshing Cock?" Friday
snickered.

     The other two looked over to see Friday stirring his half-full
class of Coke with  the outermost few inches of his semi-erect dick,
grimacing in pleasurable pain from the cold, carbonated sensations
overtaking his rod.
    "That's better," she sighed, reaching across Nick to take the cup
from Friday.  After downing a few gulps, she handed it to Nick, who
drained all but a few swallows, which he gave back to Friday.   Thus, the
three were satiated for the duration of the flick.

    On screen, another pair of idiotic libidinous and defenseless
camp counselors was about to be sliced and diced by the impossibly
resourceful and ubiquitous Jason.
    "This is such crap.  How could people be as stupid as they are in
these movies?"  said Michelle. "Let's get out of here.  Nick, you want to
come to our place for a while?"
    "Definitely,"  smiled Nick. "I've got time to burn."
    " We've got some much more interesting movies there, " she said
as the three of them filed out of the row and up the aisle.  "Friday's
getting pretty good with the video camera, aren't you sweetie?"

    "Aaaaa!"  replied Friday, dismissively.  "The quality isn't the
best, but the action's pretty damned good.  Especially the ones from this
summer.  You might recognize a few faces, Nicky.  And a few dicks.  Who
knows, you might even see.....yourself!"

                        * * *

Look for further tales of Friday 13"



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