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“Man I’m telling you, they’ll be airing some nasty stuff”
Zoro couldn’t help but eavesdrop on the conversation between Brook and Sanji as he was sharpening one of his swords in his cabin. What did they mean by nasty stuff?
“As long as I can finally jerk off to some tits” Sanji replied giggling. Zoro decided to step out of the cabin so he could join the conversation taking place in the adjacent hallway and ask what they were talking about.
“We’re going to the cinema to watch some erotic movie tonight, they’ll be airing it around 11 p.m. Dude you should come, y’know between all the grind here at the boat we barely have time to enjoy ourselves” Brook said in a suggestive tone, giving Sanji a knowing, mischievous look. “And we’ve rented a mooring until tomorrow so we’ll have some free time” He added, trying to sound convincing.
“Ya’ll are sick in the head” Zoro replied with a hint of disgust in his voice as his eyes wandered nervously between his two friends, lingering a few seconds longer on Sanji. He felt his cheeks slightly burning in embarrassment.
“Some real pervert stuff going on here, I’ll let myself out”. Zoro walked away back to his cabin as he heard his friends laughing behind him as he shut the door. He didn’t even know this kind of thing existed. People were going to the cinema to watch porn on the big screen and what? They just jerked off to it, next to some other dudes? He couldn’t believe Sanji could be such a freak. Sure, he was a pervert but this was some other level shit. Zoro couldn’t stop thinking about Sanji just sitting there, at the cinema, jerking off to some erotic movie. It made Zoro feel disgusted, but also curious. Would Sanji touch himself while watching? Would he feel intimidated by the fact that other dudes were also in the room? Or would he like it…?
Zoro shook his head in utter disbelief. He didn’t understand why he was overthinking the whole thing. But his curiosity was growing by the minute. He might head over to the cinema to snoop around a bit, but he wouldn’t go inside. Unlike most of the crew, he actually had principles.
Zoro arrived at the movie theater at 10:30 p.m., it was an old rusty building. The kind of building people came late at night to touch themselves to naked women. It looked out of place in the city where they were moored at the dock, it felt as if it was haunted. At the entrance, there was a booth where you could buy tickets, and you could see the posters for the movies being shown. Of course, the erotic film wasn’t on display. Zoro stood there, pacing back and forth near the theater door, waiting for Sanji to show up at any moment so he could catch him red-handed. But it was already 11:00 p.m. and hardly anyone had shown up. Sanji had probably chickened out at the last second, or maybe what happened this morning was just an act to prove his manhood in front of them. Still, since he’d come all this way, he was curious to see how an adult movie theater actually worked.
He bought a ticket for the “special late-night screening” as his voice trembled with awkwardness. He felt as if he were stabbing an innocent old lady when he felt the ticket on his fingers. What the hell was he doing? Even so, his curiosity pushed him inside the theater. The movie theater had nothing special to it, really. Imagining normal movies screening here wasn’t a crazy thought. He decided to sit in the very last seat of the last row, the one spot closest to the wall. His hands were starting to feel sweaty, and he knew that just being there made him look like a very shady person. He felt so ashamed that his most basic instinct was screaming in his ear to go back to his cabin and pretend that today had never happened.
The movie started and Zoro scanned the room where there were only three other men, most of them sitting in the front rows. “Freaks” he thought to himself in disgust. They were probably getting off to the thought of being watched. The scenes on screen were nasty. His cheeks felt hot at the sight of some girl moaning as she was riding some ugly dude’s dick. Not because he found it hot, but because he didn’t know how to manage all his inner discomfort.
“This is bad” he reflected, not feeling turned on in the slightest by the movie. He was considering going back to the boat and cast a veil over his foolish actions tonight, but that’s when some tall blonde figure sat at the other end of the row, 4 seats between them. It was Sanji.
Zoro’s body instantly tensed up, he wanted to get up and run away from this shitty hole. His heart began to pound so violently he could hear his own heartbeat on his eardrums. He didn't want to turn around in case Sanji caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of his eye and realized he’d come to watch this crappy movie. It would be humiliating after calling him sick in the head for it this morning. Zoro finally mustered the courage to turn his head after a few seconds of pondering and observed how Sanji had his eyes glued to the movie. It was as if nothing else in the room existed, just him and a cringe-worthy porn film. Sanji’s mouth was half-open, his eyes fixed on the screen while his right hand gently rubbed his crotch area over his pants as he settled into the chair in a more comfortable, reclined position.
Zoro’s eyes immediately scanned his body and locked onto Sanji’s hand and how desperately it was pressing down. His long fingers were trying to brush against his member to relieve the tension building up in his pants. How could he touch himself to this crap? Zoro genuinely couldn’t understand it. Nor could he understand why his own pants were starting to feel tight just from watching Sanji palming himself.
“Fuck” Sanji muttered under his breath as he wetted his lips with his tongue, lips dry from having his mouth half open. Now his chest was rising and falling more noticeably than before. Zoro couldn’t stop staring at him, not now that the hand that had been touching him over his pants was now inside them. He intently took in the image of Sanji’s hand moving up and down inside his pants. At first, the movements were slow but rough nonetheless. It seemed as if he didn't want to come instantly, even though he probably could. His neck stretched back, resting his head on the theater seat and narrowing his eyes as he continued to watch the images on the screen. Zoro yearned to feel that much pleasure himself.
The green-haired man felt his own cock start to feel as if it were being strangled, so he decided to press down with his right hand to ease some of the tension. The sudden pressure made Zoro softly whimper in relief. It felt too good; he wanted more. He wanted to keep watching Sanji touch himself and he wanted to jerk off at the sight of him. And so he did. It was as if something dark had awakened within him. He couldn't think of anything else than the man right in front of him.
He loved how Sanji’s brow furrowed with pleasure, and how his movements suddenly began to grow faster. Zoro couldn’t handle the way his friend’s cheeks started to acquire a baby pink tint to them. Would the tip of his cock look just as pretty? These were the thoughts that went through his head as he rubbed his own cock inside of his pants. His movements were sloppy with anticipation, having been wasting so much time just gooning to the sight of Sanji. His hand felt sticky from all the previous nervous sweat and the precum that was starting to form at the tip of his cock. The stickiness of it all turned him on so much. The whole situation was pure filth and he knew that, although it didn’t matter.
In one quick motion, Sanji finally freed his cock out of his boxers and pants. His cock felt heavy and thick in his hand, needing to cum desperately. Zoro was about to free his member too, just as Sanji settled into his seat to get ready for the grand finale and turned his head toward the spot where Zoro was sitting with his dick out. Both went from half-lidded eyes to fully opening them in horror. Both couldn’t believe what just unraveled in front of their own eyes.
The air felt suffocatingly heavy as Sanji stopped jerking off, but Zoro couldn’t. Yeah, he got caught and was terrified, but it felt too good to stop now. His hand kept moving rapidly, his fingers wrapped tightly around the tip of his cock as he devoured his friend with his eyes. He was close, so he bit his lip to stop a moan from slipping out. Sanji stared at him in awe, but somehow he didn’t feel disgusted, he felt turned on. He forgot about the movie and observed how his long time friend tried to cum to the sight of him.
“Shit, dude” the blonde man said with a hoarse voice, now his hand back to action. His fingers wrapped at the base of his cock only to go back up in a torturous motion, which had him rolling his eyes with pleasure.
“Didn’t know you were into this kinda stuff” he added, grinning as his voice felt strangled from how bad he wanted to cum.
In response, Zoro just kept looking at him. His mind felt fuzzy, as if this was some kind of dream. He felt hypnotized, head filled with thoughts of all the things he could do to his friend right now if it wasn’t for the fact that they were in a public space. It was over for him once Sanji pulled his shirt up over his chest and began to rub his torso and nipples with his free hand. Zoro felt his balls getting tight, and finally that tingly feeling inside his stomach got to his crotch. His hand movements became erratic and his hips started jerking up involuntarily, fucking himself sloppily into his fist as his eyes were fixated on Sanji’s. He let out soft groans, one of them sounding very similar to his friend’s name. Cum covered his hand and his whole body was soaked, his shirt felt sticky and he was sure that as soon as he got up the movie theater seat would be drenched in sweat.
Sanji came a few seconds after Zoro. He closed his eyes that were lingering on his friend’s cock just seconds ago and he threw his head back as he cummed all over his own lap. It had been too long since he last masturbated so the spurt of cum that came out was enough to overflow his palm and spill on his favourite pants. He was panting and looked down in disbelief, still giving himself a few lazy rubs to help him come off his high. He then looked back at Zoro who was sitting there, mouth agape and lips rosy from his orgasm. He looked like a mess, but Sanji thought to himself he wanted to see how much messier he could get.
Zoro suddenly jumped up from his seat while awkwardly buttoning his pants in a rush, as if he’d just realized he was late for an appointment. He stood up and, without saying a word, bolted out of the movie theater at full speed, not even giving Sanji a chance to process what had just happened. The blond stayed in the theater for a few more minutes, staring blankly at the screen filled with images that now seemed meaningless to him. In the moment it felt as if nothing would ever measure up to what he had just experienced, and that terrified him.
He couldn’t understand what just happened. Not even when he came back to the boat and was already tucked into bed. Shame weighed on his shoulders, but there was something else hidden within this tangle of emotions. He thought of how pretty and flustered Zoro looked as he touched himself to him. He was usually so stern, so composed. It turned him on just to imagine the things he could do to him just to get him that flustered again. Although Sanji felt his dick getting hard again, exhaustion got the better of him as he drifted off to sleep.