Coming Soon to a Theatre Near You
Okay, so yeah. Just something quick. Feels rushed. But I couldn't focus at all today. By the way, writing threesomes sucks. It's a lot of fun, but it's still a bit of a pain.
I hope you like this one. I really enjoyed the idea! Let me know what you think
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"Ah, perfect," Avalon said, looking at the empty movie theatre as they walked in. "This is why it pays to be early; the top row is empty," he said, starting up the stairs towards the back.
Malcolm's brow furrowed as he watched the otter, munching on some popcorn he was carrying. "But isn't the middle supposed to be better? Like, dead center and stuff?" Malcolm was a short, fluffy snow leopard with blue eyes and icy-blue dye around his grey spots. He had blond, shaggy hair and was dressed in a pair of tight jeans and a polo.
Jason, bringing up the rear, just nudged the cat's shoulder as he walked by, chuckling. "Nah, top's the best. Trust me," he said, jogging up the stairs after the otter. "Come on."
Malcolm sighed and followed behind, munching on some more popcorn. "Fine... but I want to be in the middle next time," he said.
The tan otter caught Jason's eye and pressed his lips together in a knowing smile; the fox just winked back. "That's fine," Avalon said, moving along the seats to the center of the aisle.
They didn't expect there to be many others in the theatre on a Wednesday evening and this was the last showing of the night for the action film they'd gone to see. As the movie previews played on, only a handful of others came in. No one else took their row, or even the next couple rows down, though a few waved up at them that they recognized. The popcorn and drinks were finished before the lights fully dimmed and Jason took their trash off so it wouldn't be in the way during the movie.
When the movie started, their idle chatter about school and summer died off and they focused their attention on the screen. At least for a little while. Neither Avalon nor Jason had any vested interest in the movie, and Avalon, in the middle, let his paws drape into both the leopard's and fox's lap.
Jason parted his thighs to give the otter better access; he and Avalon had talked about this all day, and he'd even worn some gym shorts for easier fun. Malcolm, on the other hand, hadn't the faintest idea it might have happened and he tensed up at the touch, glancing at the otter.
The snow leopard had been around the two for several years in school, knew the things they did, and on a few occasions even found himself experimenting with one or both of them. He still didn't consider himself to be gay, or even bi, but that it was just something fun to do to pass the time. Just the simple touch on his thigh had made his face turn red in the dark theatre.
Avalon was grinning right back at him, paw stroking up and down the denim-covered thigh, dipping inside to tease closer and closer to his crotch. "Just relax," he mouthed.
Malcolm only stared back, paws drawn up to his chest. He glanced back down at the others seated lower, but couldn't get a good look without having to lean forward. If he couldn't see anyone else, no one else could see him. He relaxed just a little and turned his attention back to the movie, trying to just enjoy the soft touch on his thigh.
Jason reached into the seat next to him and tugged at the waistband of the otter's gym shorts and Avalon obliged by lifting up enough to let the otter drag them down a few inches, releasing his uncut cock out into the open. With one paw close to groping the leopard, and another already groping fox sheath in earnest, the otter's shaft was already hard with a bead of pre rolling down the head.
Avalon's moving around went largely unnoticed to the snow leopard, but Malcolm's nose twitched at the not-yet familiar smell of the otter's musk. He looked down at the otter's lap and sucked in a quick breath of surprise, eyes widening.
The otter leaned over, pressing his lips to the leopard's ear and giving the rim a small lick. "You should go ahead and pull your jeans down a bit for me," he whispered. "Damn skinny jeans are too inconvenient for much fun." Jason had already shuffled out of his shorts and the otter's paw slid over slick flesh, smearing pre back and forth.
Malcolm shivered at the lick and shook his head incredulously, mouth opening and closing a few times as he glanced back and forth between the two. There was just enough light from the movie's projector that he could see the two other boys playing with each other's cocks, right where they might get caught. "No!" he whispered, gritting his teeth defiantly. "Someone will see! We'll be caught!"
Avalon laughed, an explosion covering up the sound easily, and he shook his head. "We've done riskier stuff, come on. Just take them off," he said, rubbing his paw across the leopard's hidden sheath, barely able to feel it through the oppressive clothes.
The leopard batted the paw away, eyes falling back to the exposed maleness of his friends. "No. You can't make me," he said, huffing indignantly and looking back at the screen, still red as a beet.
The otter shrugged and stood up, pushing his shorts down as he did so. He could see the other movie-goers below, but no one was looking anywhere but the screen. He stroked his maleness in the open now, a drop of pre landing on the cushion of the seat in front of him.
Malcolm's eyes went wide with embarrassment and he reached up to tug the otter back down by his shirt but Jason scooted over behind the otter and stopped him. "Are you crazy?! He's going to get seen any moment!" Malcolm whispered, his heart racing. Avalon couldn't hear what was going on behind him, but just continued to stroke himself in the open.
"You can stop him, just take your pants off," the fox said, reaching over into the leopard's lap and pressing hard on the bulge he found there. "Obviously you don't object all that much,"
"No. I'm not gonna do it," he said, pushing the fox's paw away, though not as quickly as he'd done so earlier. He couldn't deny his own hormones and what the others were doing, but it was still a bit terrifying to do something in a place so public.
"Suit yourself!" the fox said, hoisting the otter's rudder tail up and out of the way, muzzle pressing up underneath. "I'll just rim him until you do. Though, he does tend to moan a bit when I do that." Jason extended his tongue and lapped from the otter's balls up along the puckered flesh.
Avalon groaned and leaned forward against the seats, arms bracing himself at his sides. His cock was wedged between two of the cushions and dribbling on the fabric when he felt that tongue swipe across his entrance again. "Ooh," he moaned softly, just barely audible to the leopard behind him.
Malcolm's mouth was dry as he watched the others. He could feel his cock straining to grow further, but his jeans prevented much except a dull ache and need. He pushed half-heartedly at the fox's shoulder to get him to stop, but the fox grabbed his paw and pulled it down into his lap. The leopard's fingers closed around the fox's slick shaft and he bit his lip, shifting around uncomfortably. He couldn't help himself as he started to stroke slowly up and down the length.
Avalon was panting softly as he felt the fox's tongue press against him, wetting his entrance and loosening him up as it slid into him. His hips thrust back and forth just a bit to hump his cock between the cushions of the seats he was leaning on and a low moan drew out a soft hiss from behind him as the leopard tried to shush him; no one below could hear him yet.
Jason brought a paw up to cup the otter's orbs and he flexed his cock in the leopard's paw, some pre dribbling down over the soft, feline fingers. He pressed his tongue in as far as he could, teasing the otter in multiple places and drawing soft noises of pleasure from him. The paw on his cock vanished and he felt some movement beside him, drawing his attention, and tongue, from the otter.
Malcolm lay out across the seats, undoing his jeans and pulling them, with his boxers, down to his knees, face still red. "Now cut it out before someone sees you," he whispered. Now that his cock was free it hardened almost instantly and lay across his stomach. Like a true feline, barbs could be seen along his cock as it glistened in the dim light. Jason mouthed at him to remove them completely and he kicked his pants the rest of the way off, trying to look angry.
Avalon glanced behind him to watch the feline's movements, licking his lips when he saw Malcolm's cock exposed at last. The fox behind him grabbed his hips and turned him towards the feline there. It took a bit of moving around, but soon his face was overing over Malcolm's cock, trapping the cat's legs under his weight.
The fox crawled up behind the otter and pressed the tip of his cock to the slick passage before sinking in. While he enjoyed the public fun they were having, the leopard had been right that it was risky; the quicker they were, the safe it'd be. He didn't stop pushing in until his growing knot popped inside the otter beneath him.
Avalon let out a soft cry of discomfort as he was taken so quickly. He had expected it, and had done so plenty of times, but there was always a bit of pain with such a quick entrance.
The noise worried the leopard and, doing the only thing he could think of to keep Avalon quiet, he pushed on the back of the otter's head, forcing him down on his shaft. He could feel the otter's tongue against the sensitive barbs and he shivered, letting his head fall back on the seats. Malcolm tried to shift around, but with both legs were trapped under the otter he wasn't going anywhere.
Jason afforded the otter barely any recovery time before he tugged backwards to the tip and drove home again. Again and again he humped into the otter beneath him, keeping himself as low as he could, just in case someone looked up to their row. They might see him, but chances are they'd see no one, which might have been just as bad had they remembered there were previously three teenagers there. The fox just grit his teeth and focused on his own pleasure for now.
The otter let out soft whimpers around the leopard's cock, bobbing his muzzle as best he could in their awkward position. Malcolm was a sensitive enough guy, at least, and he knew that with enough tonguing he could get the cat off without much effort. That fact always embarrassed Malcolm, but the otter found it especially handy.
Malcolm couldn't do much on his part except lay there and pant openly, watching through half-lidded eyes as the fox humped harder and harder. Being beneath the two coupling teenagers every thrust rocked them all back and forth on the cushions. It was a little painful with his legs pinned where they were, but the tongue exploring each of his barbs and his tip made him deal with the discomfort for now. His toes clenched, though, when Jason's paws wrapped around Avalon's hips to find each of his feet-paws. Guided by the fox's paws, his feet-paws were pressed together about the head of Avalon's uncut shaft. It was a wet and messy feeling as the otter had always been a productive guy, but the leopard couldn't do anything but lay there and curl his toes against Avalon's cock.
Jason's ground his engorged knot at the otter's passage, wanting to tie so badly, but knowing this wasn't the right venue for that. He knew the otter was getting close; each thrust and grind forward put pressure on the otter's prostate and he knew just how to rock back and forth to milk the otter in a matter of minutes. His own orgasm was closer, though, and he pulled out completely, one paw behind his knot and squeezing hard as he wedged it up under Avalon's balls.
Malcolm hadn't paid much attention to what was going on. His eyes closed and he breathed heavily into the open as Avalon's muzzle tended to his barbed length. He paid back the attention to Avalon by pressing his feet-paws together over the otter's dripping head, having just enough space to tease the foreskin back and forth as he lay there, pads getting wetter and wetter. It surprised him when he felt thick ropes of cum spatter messily over his feet and ankles, and opened his eyes to see the fox shuddering atop the awkward pile.
The others weren't far behind the fox. Avalon came second and almost choked around Malcolm's length as his cock pulsed between the warm, wet pads, gushing seed out against them and mixing with the fox's seed. He could feel Jason's cum against his shaft, balls, and even parts of his thighs. Part of him wondered about the mess they were leaving on the cushions, but that thought left his mind as he felt the leopard thrust up into his muzzle. Cum squirted out onto his tongue and over the roof of his mouth, sweet and tangy, and he swallowed dutifully.
Jason slid back, wiping his cock off against the otter's inner thigh as he did so, and he moved a few cushions away to give the others room to disentangle. Avalon sat up carefully, trying not to sit in the puddle of mixed fox and otter cum they'd left behind. Malcolm just sighed and rotated around back to a sitting position, glancing up at the screen, remembering that they'd been at a movie for nearly an hour now. His legs were sore, and his cock was retreating back into his sheath, but it had still been enjoyable.
A puddle of cum was between the leopard and the others, and he looked over at Jason, shaking his head. "I can't believe you," he whispered.
"I told you it'd be fine," Avalon said back, reaching into Jason's lap and giving the thick knot another squeeze for fun. "Though, I don't know what we're gonna do about the seats," he said.
The snow leopard glared back at the otter in faux anger, and then grabbed Avalon's shorts from the floor and dropped them right into the puddle, scrubbing against the cushions to soak up as much cum as he could.
Avalon's eyes went wide and he grabbed the shorts away from Malcolm, face flushed. They were already soaked and smelled like seed, and he'd have to wear them out all the same. Jason was snickering at his side, quickly pulling his own shorts up before anything could happen. "Shut up," the otter grumbled, taking the soiled shorts and wiping part of them over the fox's muzzle, smearing seed into his fur.
Malcolm, already in his jeans, hopped up from his seat and took off down the aisle, grinning wide as the other two started to playfully wrestle around on the top row. He might have been against the public naughtiness at first, but he felt good about himself as he made it out of the encounter without being made a mess like the others.