I could hear it in his voice, in the messages he sent, in the delayed replies. Something was off. He would never mention what it was, and I would never ask. That’s not the kind of friends we were. We were “no questions asked” type friends, who met online late at night. We were there to scratch each other’s itch and tease the mind, not to bare the soul. 

But still, something in me wished there was a way I could soothe him. That I could get back a small piece of the fiery blaze that usually lit up my screen and my body each night. I lay awake wondering what I could do to please him, to snap him out of this, to release his tension and bring him back to the present. 

I finally worked up the courage and sent him the instructions I had come up with. “I want to help ease whatever is going on right now. If you are willing, meet me in theater nine at 2pm, back row. I’ll be in a long tan coat. Sit to my right. I‘ll know it’s you because you’ll sit down, take your headphones off, and put them on the seat beside you.” Then I logged out before I could obsess over whether there would be a response, and went to get ready. 

I purposefully had him arrive after the show had started, so it would be in the dark. My heart was racing as I sat there waiting, hoping I had made the right call and that he would show up. Thirty minutes into the show, just as I had planned, he arrived and slowly made his way up the stairs. 

I tilted my head down slightly so that my hood covered my face better. I thought I might hyperventilate from anticipation by the time he settled into the seat beside me, and just as requested, took off his headphones.

He tried to turn. “Are you… “ he started to ask.

I looked down and shushed him, quietly saying, “Eyes straight ahead.” I think I startled him; it came out a bit more forceful than I meant, but I was having a hard time calming myself. 

I took a deep breath and gently leaned towards him, turning my head into his neck at the last moment so he couldn’t catch a glimpse of me. “This isn’t really how we meet, sweetheart. We can do that some day in the daylight, if you want. But today I think you need some release. If you are willing to play, put your hands on the arm rests and keep your eyes forward.” 

I could feel him try to turn and look at me again, but I kept myself buried into his neck and looking down. I dared give him a soft kiss on the neck, and the tiniest lick of the skin I’d been aching to taste for months. He let out a sigh and his shoulders softened. With a bewildered shake of his head, he relaxed into the seat and put his arms up as requested. 

This was foreign territory for us. He was my sweet gentle dom, who took away the stress and pain of my days by guiding me through his fantasies at night. I was daring to lean into something he had said in passing, that it would be ok if I wanted to be in charge someday too. 

I had practiced what to say all day, willing myself to have the confidence and presence to bring him release. 

And so I began whispering in his ear all the thrilling fantasies we had shared. “Remember when we first met on Lush and you sent me a video of you jerking off? I’ve watched it so many times. I’ve been dreaming about the day I could see your cock in real life. I can’t wait to feel you in my hand. I’ve been wet all day imagining you here with me.”

My hands had been gently rubbing his chest, moving lower and lower, until I rested in his lap. “Oh sweetheart, you’re hard for me already. Good boy. I can’t wait to look after you.”  

Thankfully I had chosen a loud action movie, and just then the sound and chaos picked up. I used this chance to unbuckle his belt and slide down his zipper, under the cover of the movie soundtrack. It took a few tries to adjust his pants just right and I cursed myself for not planning better. Next time I’ll have this down to an art, I thought. 

“I’ve waited a long time to feel you in my hands,” I teased as I reached inside his boxers and found my reward - he was so hard already. I rolled my hips at the happy realization that I had done this to him. It was not just an act online. He was genuinely turned on by my voice, my hands and my fantasy. 

With long soft strokes I explored his length, learning his curve and feeling each twitch as he continued to stiffen. I squeezed gently under his head, just as he had described he liked, and then started to pump him up and down. He groaned softly and I leaned closer to encourage him more. “Use my hand, sweetheart. I’m here to make you feel better. I want you to show me how hard you can cum for me.” 

Turning my body towards him I cradled his sac with my other hand, gently kneading and rolling each one back and forth as I continued to pump and twist on his shaft. Each time his breathing quickened I slowed my pace for a moment, wanting to prolong this sweet embrace and pleasure. 

As I playfully tugged at his balls he let out a low sigh, and precum started to seep from his head. I couldn’t help myself; I leaned forward and gently lapped up my reward. I lost myself for a moment, rolling my tongue gently around the soft skin of his head, before remembering that my plan had not been to use my mouth. 

Sitting back up, I tucked my head back into his shoulder and whispered to him again, “I’m only wearing that lingerie I showed you under this coat, you know. And I’m so wet for you. I was fingering myself until you arrived.”  He shuddered a little and I grinned to myself, so proud of my progress. I continued to suckle and bite at his neck, while pumping his thick cock and encouraging him. “Let go and enjoy yourself. This is all for you. I can’t wait for you to cum all over me. “

His breathing had turned ragged and his hips were starting to buck into my hand. I knew the time was right for my finale. Again I leaned close to his ear and whispered, “I have a secret for you. Every time I cum, I say your name. The real one, not the one you use online. And when you come for me today, you can say mine too.” With a low groan he erupted in my hand and gasped my name, just as explosions and sirens continued on screen, masking his momentary loss of composure. 

With my head on his shoulder, I continued to gently milk out every drop until his body relaxed again and his head sagged back against the seat. Then I brought my hand to my lips and sucked each finger clean, exaggerating each obscene slurp for his benefit. 

For a moment I thought about staying, of turning to him, removing my hood and enjoying our first kiss, but today was not about me or my desires. I kissed his cheek one last time, and exited out the other end of the row before he could stop me. As I left the theater I sent one parting text: “I hope this helped to relax you. See you online tonight.”