"Ooh, Bruuuuuuuce!" Clark obnoxiously sings. "Lemme see what you're wearing! I just know you'll look so cute! I still can't believe how..."

I tuned Clark out right there. I think he went on some tangent on how he ran into a former college friend working at the place he was shopping at. Hence the quality jacket, vest, and pants for $110. They really are nice. It fits me a little snug, as with most of my outfits. I think I look really handsome. I have my hair slicked back and to my right, wearing genuine bronze cufflinks, and even my multi-colored socks makes me look stunning right now.

I twist the doorknob just to tease Clark a little bit. I don't know why he's this excited to see me. He's acting like he has never ever seen me in a suit. With my title in work, and all the business meetings and parties we've attended, there isn't a reason why he should be this excited. Calling him immature right now is a bit nice. I step out of the room and I practically just died from Clark being all over me. Would he be doing this if the outfit cost $800?

We leave at around 15:30 and we get there on time, 19:00. I don't know why I even agreed to see this play especially if it takes an arm and a leg of your time to go. No play isn't really worth my money. We get in the line of people outside. Clark, being overly excited, was attempting to talk to me about anything and everything about what we were going to see. I only had energy to deliver one-word answers, so he started talking to people around us.

It actually took forever to get us inside the building. There weren't double doors, but just a single door. Only one. And we're seeing a real popular play. That is a true safety hazard, no doubt. I wouldn't be surprised if Luther blew it up. The single door pattern continued until we got the stage entrances. Clark and I were able to quickly snag our seats.

"What'd you think of the first act?" Clark asks.

I genuinely could have watched that on TV as opposed to spending $550 on tickets, though I couldn't get my eyes unglued from the actors. I only reply, "It's something I wouldn't mind watching again," because it's true. These actors are something I could watch again.

During the second act, actors and actresses were all over the place at one point. Suspended by harnesses, on the stage, up and down the aisles, everywhere. When some actor ran up the aisle Clark and I were sitting right by, I turn my head to Clark's and give a nod. All he does is aggressively sign me to turn around. I do, cheesin' and distracted.

The actors weren't that bad. It made watching the play enjoyable. Clark and I leave the venue and he keeps talking about the play, story, music, etc, and I talk about how the actors did this, instead of that, etc.

"Why are you so focused on the actors' skills?"

"What do you mean?" I ask. "They did great."

"You've known nothing about the plot before today. What'd you think of the actresses?" Clark asks. I didn't really know but I'm sure they did fine.

"Good."

"That's it? Did you even watch the play? or were your eyes glued on the king and his friend?"

I'm slightly taken aback from that accusation. "What do you mean?" I guess I opened up lie a book after I said that. Clark just grabbed my junk in public to find it was getting harder.

"That's what I mean," he sings, celebrating his win.
He catches me blushing.

I couldn't wait until I got to the car. I hopped into the passenger seat and dropped my pants. That thing was raging. Clark, being Clark, thought it was super funny, or something, and told me to put that weapon back in the BatBelt or whatever he calls that thing. I playfully protest and he begins driving home.

It wasn't even 20min before Clark pulled over in an ally. We hop out and Clark begins sucking my dick. I am in heaven. I pretended that the king was sucking my dick right now. After about 10min, my mouth has been watering a fair amount, and I yank down Clark's pants and begin to suck on his dick. Although we're 69ing, I picture I'm sucking the king's friend. Is that weird? I'm sure Clark figured I'd do this already.

We'd came faster than I had expected. We didn't bother trying to clean up our excess cum (there wasn't much anyway). We jumped back into the car with the dirt from the ground and the cum from our dicks. I kinda just decided to strip naked. I had to help Clark do the same as he was driving.

Tonight was much better than I had ever expected.