A single white man looking to launch his business wonders into an old adult movie theater that changes his life.
As I wait in my hotel room for the evening’s instructions, I cannot help but replay that fateful night twenty years ago which began my secret life. I was a 29-year-old entrepreneur who had dropped out of college and teamed up with a friend to start a software company. Back then, we thought we could be the next Bill Gates; although inventory management and planning software has a much narrower market, we had visions of billionaire status by the age of forty.
In hindsight, we did pretty good, but nowhere near our dreams. We had an offer two years ago to buy the company for 152.5 million dollars. It was only fifteen percent of our dream and nearly a decade late. The road was a lot rougher and longer than we imagined. Nonetheless, we have made a good living and provided for the future of our kids.
My name is Ken Pritchard, and my partner is Kyle Martin. We were college roommates majoring in computer science, when we were both ***********ed for a summer internship with a large automotive parts distributor. It was the summer after our sophomore year, and the job was located in Iowa, where we went to school. They needed help with inventory management, and it all worked out too perfectly.
They were local and we were able to stay in our dorm room for the summer and get paid decent money doing what we both loved, programming. We quickly realized that the tools they were using to manage inventory, forecasting, and customer billing were all disconnected and manually dependent.
We worked like dogs that summer. When we weren't on site, we were programming from the dorm at night. By the end of the summer, we had successfully written software programs to link inventory and forecasting and greatly reduced the complexity of billing.
We were quickly invited back for the following summer where we finished tying it all together, dramatically improving their productivity. Kyle's dad was a corporate attorney and helped us to protect the software we developed. With patents in hand, we were able to reach out to another distributor in the appliance industry and got our first sale for our software package.
With that, we took the plunge and did not return for our senior year. I was an Iowa boy born and bred. Kyle was a California boy and got us a sweet deal for a single office at his father's law firm in Fresno. From there, it was several years of growing pains and learning just how little we actually knew about doing business.
After a few years, we were still living in his father's basement and struggling to increase our footprint. Kyle was a stronger programmer and I was stronger on the social side, so I became sales, marketing, and customer service, while he focused on product development and improvement. I became CEO and he was COO for our two-man operation with help from several part time interns from the local university.
Our big break came twenty years ago, when our first customer was purchased by the biggest automotive distributor in North America. They were based in Chicago, Illinois, and through persistence and results demonstrated at our first customer, we were able to provide software for the parent company. That was the launch pad that took us, literally, out of the basement to our own apartments and eventually an entire floor of our headquarters building.
It was during that first visit to Chicago that another monumental life change occurred. I had prepped with Kyle for days before pitching the software to the parent company. The presentation was polished, memorized, and ready for prime time.
I checked into a large hotel-chain location, that was the cheapest room I could find at a reasonably acceptable brand. When I arrived, I could see from the neighborhood why the price was so good, but the reality of the situation was that we had very little cash flow, and it was a stretch to pay for the room as it was.
The hotel itself was actually quite nice. It had been recently updated and was a classic design. Eighty years ago, it was probably one of the nicest in town.
I had already reviewed the presentation a hundred times and just wanted to get a good night’s sleep, so I checked in about six PM, and was pleased to see that there was a manager’s reception with free food and beer. It ended at seven, so I went to the room, dropped my bags and went back down.
As I drank my first beer, I texted my fiancé, Lexie, and let her know I was in.
Me: At the hotel. Free food and happy hour.
Lexie: Awesome! So proud of you. You're gonna do great!
Me: Thanks for believing in me. Love you!
Lexie: Always! Call me later?
Me: Yes! Miss you!
Lexie: Me too.
There was a young Black guy, in a shirt and tie manning the alcohol, who kept me well supplied. Cocktail weenies and nachos were the food of choice, which worked for me. The bartender's name was Calvin, and he said he’d worked there for four years, as he studied hotel-motel management.
We hit it off well, sharing our stories. He grew up in the mean streets of Garfield Park right on the border of west and east GFP. He was going to school at Colleges of Chicago part time and working as assistant manager full time.
I grew up in Des Moines, Iowa and was making my first trip to The Windy City. We were both engaged and trying to build a career. He was a few steps ahead, as he was only twenty-four, but I knew that after this visit, I would be leapfrogging him big time.
By landing the corporate account, we would have the first major client and income that could fund hiring more programmers and developers to drive us into the black and build our product offering. As we talked, I discovered that his cousin was the receptionist at the headquarters for our client. She would be checking me in in the morning.
He got her on the phone, and she asked who I would be presenting to. When I told her the names, she gave me pointers on what they were like, and some personal details to help me connect with them. I drank two more beers while talking to her.
“Holy shit Calvin, that was fucking awesome. I owe you big time. If I land this account, I will stay here every time, I promise.”
Four beers in, I took a piss and stepped outside for a cigarette. The Windy City was still and hot that evening. Across the street was a neon sign for an adult theatre. It was an old-school, dilapidated movie theater, with a giant arrow outlined in neon and pointing to the entrance. The sign said, ‘Anal Nurses II’ with showtimes at 7:30, 9:30 and 11:30.
I had a quick smoke and looked at the sign. I had a thing for anal, and unfortunately, Lexie could not get into it. I give her credit: she tried on three different occasions, sober, drunk, and both drunk and high. She said she could never get beyond the feeling that a shit was going back inside her.
That de***********ion kind of did it in for me asking again. But damn there was something about anal porn, when the woman at least pretended to enjoy it, that got my dick a little-extra hard.
I went back inside, and Calvin handed me drink number five. They were going down way too smooth, and back then, I had a good tolerance for beers. With a glass of water and an aspirin at bedtime, I hardly ever got a hangover.
Eight beers in at six forty-five and an empty lobby, Calvin broke out the tequila. He stepped out front with me for a smoke and we did a shot together. The buzz was strong, and my inhibitions were fading.
I stared at the theater. "Damn, I love watching a woman take it in the ass," I said, exhaling heavily.
"That's a really good movie," said Calvin, grinning.
"Shit man, don't tempt me. I need to focus," I pleaded.
"Sorry brother, but my fiancé won't take it in the ass, and I gotta confess, I've seen every anal movie they've played this year."
"Shit man, that place looks like a big spunk pit," I said, as the thought of blowing my load while watching a horny nurse take it in the ass sounded really good.
My cock was stirring as he poured another shot.
“I didn’t think they even had any of these old theaters left. Everything is video arcades now with the private booths,” I said, as I tried to talk myself out of it.
"It's usually pretty dead, and they do mop the entire theater between showings. But, yes, it is a spunk pit, and I contributed at the eleven-thirty last night. They clean the seats between shows too, by the way. I highly recommend the movie," he said, with a devious smirk.
"This neighborhood..." I said, staring, already resolving to go.
"Gang bangers don't hang out in 'spunk pits', you know?"
Sounded right to me. Another shot, and a piss, and I was wandering my way across the street. In hindsight, it was a mix of alcohol and nerves that drove me there. The thought of pounding a tight ass had my adrenaline flowing, and the need to take the edge off on the eve of such an important meeting led me to a decision that changed my life.
I paid my ten bucks and entered the theatre at seven-thirty-one, thinking there was plenty of time to let off some steam and still get back in time for a full night’s sleep.
Calvin was right: there was only one other guy in the theater, sitting in the second row on the left side. The floors weren’t sticky, and the seats were clean.
I took a seat about two-thirds of the way back on the right. There were several previews of "Cumming Attractions" including “Sorority Sisters 3: Lez Fest."
Next to anal, lesbians were my second favorite. I thought, ‘if I’m back when that's on, I might make it to another showing.’ I looked around several times and decided that my seat location was good. There was no easy line of sight to my seat from the projector room and I was close enough to the door to hear if anyone entered.
My friend in the front had a buzz cut, but other than that, I could not tell much. The opening scene featured Dr. Everhard prepping the exam room with Nurse Candy Wreckum.
She was a curvy, globe assed brunette with beautiful tits that I just wanted to shove my face into. Soon, Dr. Everhard was probing Nurse Wreckum’s rectum with his lubed-up boner and my friend in front wasted no time spanking his hard-on.
After about 30 seconds of contemplating, I looked back to see no one, and joined my spank buddy. I pulled out my already hard cock. Even though I could not match Dr. Everhard's porn cock, at eight inches from bush to tip, I was no slouch. I released my boner from my pants and began to stroke as Nurse Wreckum rocked her ass onto the doctor’s cock. She screamed in bliss as her asshole took his length and her round buns rolled inward clinging to his cock as he pushed in deeper.
I decided that after a quick come, I could be in and out. Or, if I chose to stay, it would allow me time to recover and go again before the movie ended. At that moment, I thought three times was definitely possible. It had been a while since I had watched porn and with the pressures of work, Lexie and I had been in a dry spell.
The image of a full ass clinging to a cock got me excited more than anything. I glanced back and the coast was clear as I began to stroke slowly. After a couple minutes, I was getting close, as was Nurse Wreckum as she rubbed her clit furiously.
"Oh damn, I love that ass," I groaned. "Take it all, you little bitch."
Suddenly, two bodies plopped into the seats on either side of me, as if they had just fallen from the sky. I jumped and shoved my boner back into my pants when a hand gripped my wrist.
"Don't mind us white boy, we'll be joining you soon," said a young Black guy.
I looked at him in complete panic as he firmly held my wrist.
"Yeah, relax bruh, keep doin' your thang," said the other guy.
I looked his way. He was also young and built with short, well-groomed hair. He was lighting a joint.
My heart was pounding as I looked back at the guy who had my wrist. He was smiling, and when I pulled my hand to get away from his grip, he held it for a second, then glanced down before looking at me again.
"Sorry bruh. Don't stop for us, It's cool." He released my wrist, as I heard the other guy take a hit from the joint.
I was terrified and trying to think of my escape when the guy with the joint tapped me on the shoulder and offered it to me.
"No thanks man..."
"Come on white boy, be cool. Don't be rude, bruh." He pushed it closer to my face.
Maybe the tequila clouded my judgment, but I thought If I didn't act 'cool' it would be worse. They didn't look like gangbangers, but what the fuck did I know. I did know enough to understand, them telling me to be 'cool' was a sarcastic jab at my Iowa-white-boy look. I took the joint and a hit, hoping it would help calm me and give me a minute to think.
I went to hand it back and he nodded toward his friend. I passed it to him, and after a quick toke, it was back to me.
"What's your name bruh?”
I hit and responded. "Ken, Ken Pritchard. And you?"
"I’m Malik and that's Marcus."
"Good to meet you," I said, and passed the joint to Marcus.
Two rounds later, I couldn’t feel my face. I knew this couldn’t be good, but the booze and pot, made me think this could be okay, If I just acted like this was no big deal.
"Damn, that's some potent shit," I said, gazing at the giant ass on the big screen being hammered by Dr. Hard-on or whatever his name was.
"You ever suck Black dick?" asked Malik, as he passed the joint back.
I took a hit as his words hit me. I was in such a fog, and he asked so nonchalantly, I wasn’t really offended by it and just answered.
"No man, I'm not gay. You?" I looked at him, as I handed it to Marcus.
"No man… But it seems like you white dudes crave Black dick. No harm in askin'," he said and turned back to the screen. "Damn, I could tear up that bitch’s ass."
I turned back to the screen to see Nurse Tight Ass rubbing her clit as, Dr. Boner pounded her asshole. My cock was pushing my underwear out of my zipper as Marcus gave me the last bit of the joint.
"Kill it, bruh," he said, reaching for his crotch.
I stared back at the screen and watched that beautifully, plump ass get pounded as I hogged the last of the joint.
I had smoked pot several times, but fuck, it was strong. Mixed with booze and porn, everything was intensified. I glanced at my new friends, and they were both stroking their hard-ons, as if we were lifelong pals having a group jerk to some smut.
I glanced back and forth, from one cock to the other and was relieved that neither was bigger than I was. Maybe the myth of giant black cocks was just that. Stoned out of my mind and eager to show I could hang; I pulled my cock out and began to stroke along with them as Nurse Tight Ass screamed with pleasure.
"There you go white boy, do what you came here to do. You like that bitch, don't you?" asked Malik.
"Oh fuck, yes," I said glancing from the screen to his cock then back at mine.
I was proud, I was bigger than him, but it was strange seeing a Black cock in person for the first time. We were all cut, and as I looked at Markus’, it was about the same as Malik’s. So, I smiled, thinking I had them both beat when I noticed Markus smiling at me hungrily. I realized he had seen me looking at his cock!
I turned back to the screen and tried to play it off. Nurse Tight Ass was bouncing wildly as her ass slapped his pelvis.
“Oh fuck, Dr. Everhard, it’s so fucking big in my ass! Fuck! Fuck! Ah!” she screamed. “So fucking big!”
I stroked my cock faster, determined not to look at either one, but could feel they were speeding up too. With Nurse Bubble Butt reaching a masterful anal climax, it seemed like a good time to blow and go right along with her and get the fuck out.
“Oh shit, pound that ass,” I grunted
She rubbed her clit in a blur, and I began to match her speed when they each grabbed a wrist and pulled it toward them. My cock pulsed and for a second, I thought I was coming anyway.
“Easy dawg, if ya ain’t gonna suck some Black dick, you owe us a hand job, at least,” said
Malik.
“Yeah, help a brother out Ken,” said Markus, as he pulled my fingers straight and wrapped them on his cock.
Malik wrapped my other hand on his and began to guide it up and down as I sat there in shock. I had never touched another man’s cock and in the fog of weed and tequila, I was surprised by the heat and the silky smoothness of their skin coating complete hardness.
I focused on the screen, trying to avoid eye contact and hoping to get them off and make my exit. My friend in the front was wanking himself at full speed as the nurse’s ass cheeks vibrated from the endless pounding. She was reaching her climax, and I saw my chance.
Both of my hands were jacking them off as fast as I could go, trying to make them come with her. I had been so close before they stopped me. My cock was oozing pre-cum, and I felt Markus doing the same. His pre-cum smeared on his cockhead and lubed him up. His grunts were encouraging, that he might have been close. Malik had a little pre-cum, but friction quickly rubbed it in, and his boner was nearly dry.
As the nurse rubbed herself to climax and Dr. Hard-Cock shot his load on her gaping asshole, my cock was fully hard, and despite the situation, I still wanted to cum with her. But instead I focused on the matters in hand. I couldn’t understand how they weren’t coming yet with our hot nurse’s screams reverberating through the theater. I would surely have blown my load by then.
As the scene ended, the timing could not have been worse. My arms were tired, and I had to slow down. With the movie setting up the next scene, there was little hope of getting them off. The awkwardness of the situation was overwhelming, but I was afraid to stop, for fear of what they might do. I wondered how the fuck I got myself into the situation.
To make matters worse, my fellow perv from the front decided to exit. As he approached, Malik and Markus spread their legs and leaned back giving him a full view of me jacking them off. They were proud of themselves.
I leaned forward in a sad attempt to cover my full hard-on, but the grin on the fifty-something porn dog’s face spoke volumes. He glanced at my boner and then at my face as he walked by, slowing to get the full view. If my hands weren’t firmly gripping their hard-ons, they would have been trembling.
I stared at the screen while Nurse Wreckum was berating a candy striper named Honey Dew. She had bent her over the exam table and yanked down her panties to deliver a good spanking. For good measure she had decided a rectal exam was in order and lubed her gloved fingers to begin, as Honey dutifully rubbed her own pussy in anticipation.
“Sure ya don’t wanna use that mouth, Ken? I saw how you looked at my cock,” teased Markus.
I shook my head no and stared dead ahead.
Seeing her sweet ass bent over and probed by lubed fingers was arousing me way too much, considering what was happening to me. The feel of their stiff, hot cocks in my hand seemed to force my cock to follow suit.
When the strap-on came out, I felt the rush and saw my opportunity. I stroked them faster as I watched the ten-inch dildo slide into the candy striper’s tight little hole. The pot, the stress, and the beautiful ass had me in a frenzy, fantasizing that my cock was the strap on.
I stoked them faster and faster, when suddenly Malik’s right hand gripped my boner and Markus’ left caressed my balls.
“Make you a deal Ken: come before us we get to come in your mouth,” said Markus calmly.
“I won’t stroke you any faster than this,” added Malik slowly stroking my length firmly and deliberately.
I could only grunt as I stroked them probably ten times faster than they did me. I couldn’t understand how they weren’t coming yet.
My pre-cum quickly had my cock head glistening and fully lubed as the candy striper begged Nurse Roundass to take her asshole virginity.
Before I knew it, I was on the verge of climax. He was stroking so slowly, but squeezing so firmly, focusing on my sensitive tip. A loud, guttural grunt escaped my gaping mouth.
“His mouth is ready Malik,” teased Markus, seemingly oblivious to my feverish pounding of his cock. “Here it comes!”
There was no stopping it. As my balls released my first shot of cum, he squeezed my cock hard, keeping it in, but the second blast burst through and shot a huge glob of cum onto my face and I felt some land in my hair.
“Ha! Ah!” I grunted, as his right hand reached over and pulled my head toward him while his left hand continued to jack me off. It was quickly apparent my gaping mouth was being pushed toward his oozing cock. I released both cocks, but he kept stroking me as I unloaded onto my shirt and pants.
My body jerked as his cock touched my lips, and he shoved himself further into my mouth. My lips gripped his shaft as my cock continued to unload. Malik’s hand seemed so soft as he continued to caress my balls. My jizz released so fast and hard that it unloaded at least ten shots of spunk that flew randomly in the air while he maintained his slow, steady pace; squeezing my boner hard.
My tongue was awash in salty, sweet, creamy cock juice as he pushed my head up and down and I spasmed with bliss. I could barely grasp what was happening, and when my climax passed, reality sunk in. His cock was in my mouth, warm, and hard. I grunted onto his cock as I tried to catch my breath. My lips instinctively sucked him in as I felt his warm silky cock skin tickling them with each bob.
“Oh fuck, Malik, he’s so fucking good. Take that Black dick, you little white bitch,” he groaned.
I did as commanded, still reeling from his continued grip on my cock. Somehow, in the back of my mind, I thought, ‘I’m bigger than you!’ As if that could change the fact that I was sucking his cock and the taste of him had me getting hard again. I told myself to just finish and get out of there.
I continued to suck him as his hand slowly stopped pushing, and with each groan, I took him deeper and faster, trying to get him to come so I could get free. His hand pushed me off the seat.
“On your knees, bitch. Suck it like a real cocksucker,” he commanded.
I could hardly believe what I had heard. Yet, I did as commanded; without letting his cock leave my mouth, I maneuvered around his knee and knelt between his legs. I convinced myself that the best strategy was to suck him like I would want a porn slut to suck me.
“Oh shit, there you go cocksucker, take my fucking cock,” he groaned, as his hand rested on my bobbing head.
“Oh fuck he’s got it now….” He began to moan for real, and I sensed that he was in my control.
“Oh, fuck! I’m gonna come in that sissy-faggot mouth!”
My mind clung to the thought that I was in control as his pre-cum coated my tongue and I knew he was on the verge.
“Damn, Ken, you got the whole fucking thing,” said Malik. “This is gonna be great!” he said as the candy striper’s screams echoed through the theater.
Markus grunted and I bobbed furiously to push him over the edge.
“Here! It! Ah!” grunted Marcus, as his cock blasted a huge wad of cum into my mouth.
It pulsed, shooting rapid-fire jets of tangy, salty cream that leaked from my mouth down his ebony shaft, as I swallowed what I could. I found myself groaning along with him, and my cock pressed into my abdomen, hard as a rock.
I could not believe any of it. His hot boner filled my mouth, transmitting his stiff heat to my own cock as if I sucked his hardness into me. The frenzy was so intense, I wanted to grab my dick and come with his cock in my mouth.
“Damn, Ken you are a cum-hungry little bitch, aren’t you?” asked Malik, panting.
Without thought, I nodded and hummed, as his cock drained into my mouth. I continued to suck and bob hungry for every last drop, as I would hope a porn star cocksucker would do to me.
After a moment, I heard Malik taunt me. “Your work’s not done, Ken. I got a good load brewing over here.”
I looked over as I sucked and raised my head, stretching Marcus’ cock as I pulled up, to see the knowing grin on Malik’s face.
As I released Marcus’ cock, I saw Malik unbutton his pants and work them to his knees. Apparently, he was inspired by the candy striper who was licking Doctor Ten-inch’s balls with Nurse Wreckum’s plug in her ass.
Resigned to the fact that I had no real choice, I crawled on my knees to service Malik and free myself from my porn house nightmare. As I knee-walked toward him, I felt like I was watching this happen to me in a bad porn film. At least, until my knee slid it what I could only guess was a glob of my own cum. Then reality hit home, and I glanced around. Thankfully, the theater appeared empty.
When I looked forward, Honey Dew was licking Dr. Everhard from balls to tip, like a popsicle, before plunging him deeply in her mouth. It was all up-close on the big screen.
“Check that out cocksucker, I’m gonna need a little Honey Dew treatment right here,” said Malik, smiling as he watched her work.
When I got to his knees, I knew the pants were in my way, so I pushed them to his ankles and spread his knees before looking at his fully exposed boner and ball sack.
“Give me the blowjob you wish your girlfriend would give, if you have one, cocksucker,” he commanded, arrogantly.
His words opened a door in my mind. I pictured Lexie kneeling before me, awaiting my instructions to service my cock. In this reality, I was in Malik’s spot and Lexie was in mine. A rush of excitement pulsed through my cock as my mind played out the twisted scenario.
His sack hung down with remarkably little hair. The few hairs he had were short and curled. His dark skin looked almost pure black in the light of the movie, and his cock looked huge laid out on his shirt with his balls hanging below.
As my tongue extended, I pictured Lexie looking hungrily up at me with her tongue easing toward my balls, as if she wanted it more than anything else in the world. His scent struck me as I breathed in deeply before my tongue touched the underside of his wrinkled sack. Instinctively, my hand reached up and gripped his shaft as my tongue pushed up slightly and slid across his ball sack.
He hummed his approval, as I would have, had Lexie done the same to me. I stroked his stiff, veiny shaft slowly as I licked his balls completely, pausing to kiss them between licks. He radiated heat as his scent made my cock tingle almost to the point of pain. It was as if I had gone for hours with a hard-on and had received no relief. I could feel an aching tingling pulsing through my lower body, pushing me to continue.
Then a hand gripped my hair and pulled my head up. It was Markus. “What the fuck bruh, you had your turn,” Malik protested.
“One sec,” he said, then looked at me. “You take it in the ass?”
“No, never! Not gay.”
“What’s your room number?” he asked as he released my head.
Without thought, I blurted it out. The shock of everything that was happening, the mix of the buzz, the fear of what would happen if I didn’t comply, the uncontrollable reaction of my cock had me panicked and confused.
My hands were trembling went back to work with my tongue, still stroking Malik slowly. His pre-cum was oozing big time and I lubed his tip with it but returned my hand to his shaft. If I were getting my dream blow job, I would not let Lexie make me come in her hand. A proper blow job ends in the mouth, and she would make it last. My little fantasy of the Perfect Blowjob Lexie gave my mind a means to cope with it all.
“I’ma come back later for round two, bitch. I’ma want your cherry,” said Markus matter-of-factly.
“I’ma want some mo’ too,” sighed Malik
I put those words quickly out of my mind and slid my tongue into the crease between his balls and thighs. The taste of his salty, musky manhood and the more intense smell magnified the aching tingle in my groin. The intensity was mind numbing as I took on the role of Lexie servicing my cock. His moans made me feel like I was the recipient of pleasure.
I opened wide and gently sucked his left nut into my mouth, swirling my tongue over every wrinkle while my hand continued to stroke. Then I worked his right one in and out of my mouth, hearing him groan as the candy striper screamed for Dr. Everhard to fuck her ass.
I was vaguely aware of the sound of shuffling feet, as I took a slow steady lick up his shaft from balls to tip, getting a taste of his sweet pre-cum. My heart raced for fear of an audience, but I dared not look. Instead, I kept my focus on Malik and held his shaft in my left hand as I repeated the licks, imagining Lexie looking me in the eye as she licked me. He looked at me wide-eyed as I pleasured him like I would want to be pleasured.
My right hand found my boner as I glimpsed someone standing in the aisle to my right, watching me. I told myself, just continue, finish, and get out. I ignored the voyeur but was unable to ignore my throbbing cock. I moaned as my pre-cum coated my aching cockhead and knew I would come in seconds.
“Don’t you fucking cum on my clothes cocksucker!” commanded Malik. With a slap to my head, he continued, “Focus on your work. You can jack off when we leave, bitch!”
I did as commanded, and cradled his boner in both hands as I licked his length, resisting the urge to plunge him into my mouth each time his pre-cum touched my tongue. My zipper was rubbing my hard-on, and I wanted to take my pants off to let it out. But I needed to complete the task at hand first. I licked harder and faster, feeling his veins and swirling my tongue on the rim of his head with each pass.
“Damn, he’s good,” said a deep, gravelly voice from the aisle.
“Damn right,” said Malik, staring down at me. “Ken loves him some Black dick, don’t ya.”
I ignored the question, not sure what the answer really was. I was forced into it, but my cock pulsed with a throbbing, aching tingle that felt like I was on the verge of orgasm, without it even being touched. My mind created the fantasy of imagining my fiancé doing to me what I was, in fact, doing to a complete stranger. I was terrified and hard as a rock at the same time. My senses were on overload, and I needed a chance to think. But little did I know, my night was just beginning.
The stupid zipper was really biting in, but it did not deter my raging boner. Touching him continued to pass his hardness to me. I kept eye contact with him as I would have wanted Lexie to do.
“I’ll be outside,” said Markus, as I saw someone sitting in the row behind us also watching.
When my eyes glanced up at him, I saw another Black man that looked to be my age with his hands gripping the back of the seat I had been sitting in earlier. He smiled at me hungrily, and I glanced away quickly. As I did, I saw a wedding ring on his finger and a cell phone in his hand.
Somehow, the wedding ring made me think of Lexie, not as the fantasy Lexie delivering the hungry blowjob, but as my fiancé, who I was to marry once the business took off. I insisted on a proper wedding with all the trimmings.
I forced that thought out of my head, as it was too much to take. To complete my mission, I needed the thought of Perfect Blowjob Lexie to get me through.
It was her eyes looking hungrily at me as she serviced my cock, not me looking at a random dude that I was sucking off in a spunk pit with people watching. It was her getting aroused by the musky scent of man-cock, not me.
I swirled my tongue around the thick rim of his cockhead before pressing the head into her mouth for the first time. My eyes closed, as Malik moaned, loudly and deeply. I wiggled my tongue against the sensitive cleft of his cockhead, making him groan. A strange feeling of control crept in again as I realized how he responded to my actions. The salty, sweet pre-cum flooded my taste buds as saliva rushed into my mouth.
I bobbed slightly up and down, letting my tongue work as his groans intensified along with Dr. Everhard, who apparently was still pounding the hell out of Honey Dew’s candy striper ass. I could only imagine, as my back was to the screen, but it sounded like he was ready to blow on her round little ass.
I slowly worked him deeper into my mouth, teasing his head with my tongue on the upstroke. He was bottoming out in my throat on the downstroke. It reminded me of Lexie, who could barely get half of me into her mouth and no matter how hard she tried; deepthroating was not possible for her. I made her gag one intoxicated night when I tried to go balls deep. That thought pushed me to try, and I began to push deeper, varying the angle and bobbing faster and harder.
“He’s a hungry mothafucker, ain’t he?” said the man in the aisle.
“Oh fuck, go deep Ken, go deep,” groaned Malik.
I tried faster and slower, pushing as far as I could take him, until the gag reflex began to kick in.
“Oh fuck, Ken! You hungry for it.”
His growing excitement shot straight to my balls, building the aching need for a release. My cock pulsed with every heartbeat and felt like it weighed ten pounds, screaming for attention.
Saliva ran down his cock in waves, as I tried to take all of him. If I couldn’t take him all, then I needed to make it up with speed and power. I sucked hard, out to the tip, tongue contacting the sensitive cleft and plunged him in hard and fast. I imagined Lexie devouring my cock like Honey Dew to Dr. Hardcock.
I could sense him getting close and my cock begged for relief so bad. I pressed it against his leg, only to get a head slap.
“Faggot’s humping my leg!” he said, as he pulled his feet back under him.
Frustration hit me hard. I was so close to ending this and I had distracted him. I needed to get it done so I could make my escape, put this all behind me, and regroup in my hotel room.
I worked his cock harder and faster, head bouncing frantically, as Malik soon returned to his deep, rhythmic groans.
“Oh fuck, yes, take it bitch, fuuuck!” His hand rested on my head. “Don’t fuckin’ stop.”
His pre-cum flooded my tongue, and I braced for his jizz, readying myself to swallow as much as I could.
“Fuck, gonna come!” I could hear the watchers mumbling, as his cock sloshed in my mouth.
He gave a grunt and pulled out suddenly. I tried to plunge him back in, but he yanked my hair.
“Wear it bitch!” he grunted, as a rope of cum fired onto my face, from my nose to my hair, followed by several rapid blasts on my cheeks, forehead, lips and hair.
As the intensity subsided, he rubbed his pulsing cock against me, smearing his jizz over my whole face. Then he plunged it back into my mouth, and I caught myself moaning as his cum coated my tongue. He moaned softly; eyes closed, as I sucked him clean. It felt oddly fulfilling that I was bringing him so much pleasure. I watched his face as I slowly slid him in and out, sucking harder as I pulled out to the tip.
Then I think he remembered our audience and opened his eyes. When he saw me looking up at him, humming on his cock, he pulled it out and pushed me back. Then he reached awkwardly for his pants.
“Thanks, cocksucker,” he growled and stood up, buckling his pants.
“Can I borrow your cocksucker?” asked the voice in the aisle.
I glanced up, with a growing sense of doom, to see a tall, middle aged Black man grinning down at me. My eyes drifted toward his crotch to see a bulge in his blue custodian-looking pants.
“Yeah, I think he’s still hungry, ain’t ya Ken? Take care of my cuz.”
“And me too?” asked the married guy.
“Looks like ya got mo’ work Ken. Take care of my cuzzes, cocksucker,” said Malik, as he walked out.
The buzz of the pot and tequila still had me firmly in their grip. It was like a bad dream that I would hopefully wake up from soon. But as I saw the married guy still gripping the seat, ogling me like a porn house perv, it was apparent there was more to be done before I could make my escape.
I turned back to the sight of the towering middle-aged man, holding a semi-hard cock to be proud of. Semi hard, he was as big as my raging boner, which was still being gnawed by my biting zipper teeth.
“Come get some cocksucker,” he grinned wickedly.
As I crawled on my knees, I unbuckled my belt and went for the button.
“No leg humpin’ cocksucker. You can take care of that when I’m done.”
“Got it,” I barked, but had to release my cock from the teeth. As I got to him, I pressed the flaps of my pants down and apart, forcing the teeth away from my sensitive shaft.
I recall the air hitting my balls as the stranger in the aisle said, “Open, cocksucker.”
I did, and his uncut cockhead seemed to fill my whole mouth. The salty, sweaty taste was stronger with him, and his scent was pungent and musky. Again, it intensified the aching tickle in my cock. As I pushed the foreskin back, my tongue wiggled under it and the flavor heightened as well.
“Oh damn, Ken, you done this before. Fuck!” he groaned and stiffened almost instantly.
The feeling rushed through my cock, as the realization hit that I was good at this. I bobbed faster as he grew harder and harder. There was no chance of taking all of him, but his reaction told me, I could satisfy him. His groans and intense breathing confirmed it.
“Oh fuck, that’s good cocksucker,” he moaned in ecstasy, and I bobbed faster in response.
While my third cock was nearing climax, it occurred to me that sucking three cocks in ten minutes had to officially make me a cocksucker. And I was feeling a twisted sense of pride that they were lining up for me. I found my own moans intensifying as his pre-cum began to flow, letting me know he was gonna come in my mouth. I whimpered and bobbed waiting for the first blast, when he followed Malik’s lead and pulled out.
His hand moved feverishly, stroking his cock as the first blast almost filled my left eye socket. Thankfully, I closed it just in time. He grunted like an animal as the second blast hit my forehead and into my hair again. As he continued jacking off wildly and snorting like a rutting pig, he stepped forward and droplets of spunk fell like rain all over my face, hair, shoulders, and shirt. Then he plunged it into my mouth, and I eagerly let his seed coat my tongue.
He groaned and gripped my head to guide me as I sucked him clean, but quickly pulled his hand back and cringed, as cum from my hair clung to him. He looked down at me like I was contaminated then rubbed it on my shoulder until he hit another spot and cringed again.
“Damn, cum bucket,” he said, as he looked down at me. I looked through my right eye as my left was still coated in cum, even after much of it was rolling down my cheek. He let me suck him a few more seconds before pulling out to an embarrassing slurp that echoed through the theater between the screams of the latest nurse getting ass fucked.
As he made his exit, cock number four was already out and nearly as hard as I was. I looked at him and he grinned, then pointed at the seat I had originally sat in so naively a half hour, or so, ago.
“Knees here, cocksucker,” he commanded.
He may have been the youngest yet, with a six-inch cut hard-on that looked ready to pop. In my demented state, my first thought was, I can take all of him. I looked at him one eyed, then scooped the cum off of my eyelid so I could open both. As I looked for a place to fling it, he gave me a new command.
“Eat his cum, cocksucker.”
I did as commanded, without thought or even hesitation. As I sucked it off my fingers, I realized how much I liked the bittersweet taste.
I stood up and glanced around, relieved there was no one else in the theater. The screen showed a nurse with a strap-on and a Black doctor stroking his cock behind two patients that were on their hands and knees, side by side on the exam table, presenting their assholes for examination.
I placed my knees on the seat obediently as he quickly shoved his stiff cock, oozing with pre-cum, into my mouth.
“I want you to come with my cock in your mouth, and show me how much you love it cocksucker, huh!” he sighed, as I latched on and swirled my tongue.
I so needed relief, and eagerly pushed my pants down before gripping his cock to help balance myself on the teetering seat. I found my balance point as my right hand found my throbbing boner. I sucked and bobbed as I whimpered onto his cock. I needed to come so badly but dared not take my focus off him or he would make me wait.
“Yes, suck my fucking dick, white boy,” he groaned.
His cock was coated with pre-cum as he had watched and waited for his turn. I hummed as the sweetness got my saliva flowing again. Needing to take all of him, I moved my left hand quickly to the back of the seat for balance. And plunged him balls-deep into my mouth. I was in a frenzy, wanting to get out of there, but needing to feel his cock empty into my mouth first. I was barely stroking my cock with two fingers near the base. Any better contact and I would surely have blown my wad.
I focused on him, telling myself that when the first blast of cum hits my mouth, I would jack myself off like the porn house perv I had become, but not a second before. His groans got stronger and louder, then suddenly he gripped my hair and pulled out.
He looked at me, almost snarling, and said, “Mouth or facial?”
“Mouth!” I replied, and he held me firmly.
“Beg for my Black cock, bitch!” he growled, still holding my hair. I could not believe all this; the humiliation was only getting worse.
There I was, teetering on my knees, pants down, covered in cum that was starting to dry on my face. I was looking up at him with a string of cum holding my left eye closed, and my cock was hard as steel, throbbing so badly, I was afraid to even touch the tip for fear of coming immediately. It was unimaginable, but I found myself unable to disobey.
“Please let me suck your Black dick,” I whimpered and stroked my cock while I opened my mouth to receive him.
“Tell me what you want,” he commanded, slapping my lips with his cock.
“I want to suck your Black cock ‘til you come in my mouth,” I whimpered.
“And?” he continued to taunt, with another cock slap.
I was unsure how to answer but took a guess at what he wanted to hear.
“I want to make myself come while you feed me your jizz. Please let me suck your big Black cock!” I begged pathetically.
I was stroking myself and my mouth hung open as I felt a climax building, whether I wanted it or not.
“Stop, cocksucker!” he yelled. “I come first.”
And with that, he shoved himself back into my mouth. I bobbed on his boner, groaning as I dared not touch my own cock yet. I already felt like an experienced cocksucker, a thought completely foreign to me less than an hour before.
“Look at me when I come, white boy,” he commanded, and I did.
I watched as his mouth opened and he groaned with pleasure, lunging faster and faster as I saw his bliss building.
His eyes looked frantic, as he groaned, “Get fuckin’ ready!”
I hummed and nodded as I bobbed frantically and gripped my cock, unleashing a fury of frustration. His first shot of steaming jizz released as my hand rubbed my pre-cum on the overly sensitive tip of my cock.
I whined, but kept suctioned to his hot, hard dick that flooded my mouth with his creamy nectar as I spewed my cum all over the seat back. He spasmed and groaned in time with the screaming ladies being pounded on screen.
Trying to swallow, suck, and cum all at once was too much. The seat flipped up and my knees plunged forward, forcing my abdomen against the cum-coated seat back while trapping the hand gripping my boner between the seat back and my stomach.
His body jerked and his cock popped from my mouth with another loud slurp as I yelled out, “Fuck,” and spasmed uncontrollably.
My heels pressed against my naked ass while he shoved himself back in my mouth and my cock pumped out the last of my cum. He gripped my head and held me there, pushing my head onto his cock as I instinctively sucked him dry. My knees ached from being bent so far and my weight forced them further between the leather cushion and seat back.
Thankfully he ended it quickly, but before he pulled out, I saw him holding his phone out and snapping a picture.
As he shoved his cock into his pants, he got in one last taunt. “Same time tomorrow, cocksucker? I got a pic to remember you by just in case.”
Wanting no part of a conflict at this point, I nodded my agreement, knowing there was no chance in hell I was ever coming back to the hotel or the theater.
As he walked out, I pushed with all my strength to dislodge my knees and get free. Then, I quickly sat on the edge of the seat and pulled my pants back up and buckled my belt.
In shock, I sat back down and tried to collect myself. Still buzzing strongly, I replayed it in my head. The drying cum on my face made it clear: it was all real. I leaned back in my seat and felt the wetness on my back as I just soaked up any remaining cum on the seat back with my shirt.
“Fuck, Ken. What is wrong with you?” I asked myself.
It was way too soon to formulate an answer to that. It quickly sank in that I needed to get the hell out of there or I would be subject to the whim of anyone who came in and saw me.
I peeked out the door into the lobby and did not see anyone, so I slipped out. Then I scouted the restrooms, hoping to clean up before leaving. Unfortunately, there were two young men whose dicks had not yet been in my mouth that were looking anxiously in my direction.
So, I turned quickly and exited, pleased to see it getting dark. There was a side entrance to the hotel, and I bolted for it. As I slipped inside and looked for the stairs, my new friend Calvin popped out of an office door, holding a folder.
I froze as he turned toward me quickly. “Hey Ken, was I right about the mov…”
His eyes widened as he saw the cum coating my face and dried in my hair.
“Damn Ken,” he said, sounding shocked.
I panicked, trying to think, when his expression turned to a grin.
“Lexie called,” his tone was odd, and his smirk was frightening.
But with that little bombshell, I had no choice but to stand there and hear what was next.
“She was concerned that you weren’t answering and tried calling the hotel. Don’t worry, I covered for you. I told her you had a couple of drinks at the manager’s reception and said you were going to review your presentation and turn in early.”
I remained frozen then responded. “Thanks man. I owe you…”
“There’s more,” he said bluntly. “My ex-roommate happened to be in the theater this evening and…”
He opened the folder and pulled out a printed picture of me on my knees, sucking Markus’ cock, followed by one of Malik, the man in the aisle, and the pic the married guy took. I wanted to kick myself, but twenty years ago, camera phones were just coming out and we didn’t even have them since they were more expensive. I stared at him red-faced and humiliated.
“That’s Michael, my ex-roommate, whose cock is in your mouth. But let me assure you, if you cooperate, I can make sure Lexie never sees any of this. She seems like such a sweet girl,” he said calmly.
“Can we go somewhere private, please?” I begged, as I saw someone down the hall near the lobby.
“That would not be good for me, Ken. Have you seen yourself? I can’t have you in the office like that. We’re good, right here. This is good for both of us, I think. It’s not easy being Black and bi in the big city. There’s a machismo in the Black community that is much more prevalent than the white community. You clearly love Black cock, and I need an outlet, along with a few *********** friends. You’re perfect for that, and as long as you do your part, Lexie is none the wiser. Deal?” he asked and put out his hand, before pulling it back with a cringe. “We can shake on it later.”
“Please, Calvin, they made me… I’m not gay, I–a…”
“Ken, really, do I need to print more?” he asked, acting as if he was going back to the office. “Ken, you came with my friend’s cock in your mouth. You came with a cock in each hand. I spared you the slightly more embarrassing pictures. Go to your room, shower and clean yourself up. I’ll be up in…” He looked at his watch. “Fifteen minutes. Don’t bother getting dressed.”
“Please Calvin, don’t do this. I was drunk and they made me smoke a joint, I think it had something in it. I’m not gay, please.”
“Okay, here’s the deal. You came twice already, right?”
I hung my head, “Yes, sir.”
“I’ll be up in fifteen minutes. You will give me one of your amazing hetero-blow jobs my boys are raving about. If you can do that without getting hard, that will be the last time. One thing though. Markus called dibs on your cherry, so when they come knocking later, you should answer. I kind of told them I’d make sure of it. But if you can take my load in your mouth without getting hard, you’ll be free after tonight. See you in fifteen,” he said. As he turned his back to me, he held the photos up over his shoulder. “Otherwise I call Sexy Lexie.”
As the office door closed, I stood in shock, until I saw an older couple starting down the hall from the lobby. I quickly ducked into the stairwell and up the stairs to my room. Thankfully no one saw me.
Looking in the mirror, I was horrified. There were globs of dried cum on my eye lashes, eyebrows, and hair. I was reminded of Cameron Diaz in ‘There’s Something About Mary.’ Only my hair was flat with streaks and globs of visible dried white goo. My dark gray T-shirt was crusted with smeared cum all over the belly with half dried ropes on my chest. The back of the shirt was not as bad, but well smeared from leaning back in the seat into my own cum. My jeans were smeared with it on the knees and front flaps.
I peeled my clothes off and quickly jumped in the shower. I washed my body and my hair, trying to feel clean again. Once I finished, I ran my hands through my hair and over my face and neck, making sure there was no cum left anywhere. I’d hoped showering would help, but the looming encounter with Calvin overshadowed everything.
I held my head under the water, leaning forward, arms out and head down, wishing the water could wash it all away and give me a moment to think. The previous two hours were a confused blur of emotions and images that flashed through my head like a nightmarish slide show.
The prep for the biggest meeting of my life.
The free drinks.
The connection with Calvin.
Spotting the stupid movie theater.
The decision to go.
Giving into my lustful thoughts.
The shock of those bodies landing in the seats next to me.
Touching them and my body's reaction to it all…
The images of what I did, the feel, the taste, all rolled through my mind at once. I wanted to take it all back, but his pending arrival gave me no chance to think.
I had no choice but to comply. If Lexie saw those pictures, it would ruin everything. There would be no chance she wouldn’t tell Kyle. How could I ever explain any of it? Even if he looked beyond cheating on Lexie, whom he and his wife Kim were very close with, the fact I was in an adult theater sucking random cocks the night before the meeting… There could be no forgiveness for that. What if the place had been raided and I was arrested for solicitation and our customers found out?
I felt like I might be sick and turned my thoughts back to the movie, anything to make me feel normal again. The images of full, round ass after full, round ass being pounded as the ladies rubbed themselves off. Even at that moment, those images aroused me. I told myself, you can’t be gay, you wanted those girls so much. As my cock tingled, I felt somehow like a man again. The tingle pulse was returning and my cock growing.
“It was the booze and the weed and watching those hot babes,” I said out loud. “Fuck, Ken, don’t get hard idiot! Think of something else!”
I turned off the water and dried off, trying to push the image out of my mind, of buns jiggling from the pounding butt fuck of Dr. Hard-on.
I realized I could still taste cum in my mouth, and the reality that I had four strange dicks in my mouth returned. The differences in their feel, taste, and smell ran through my mind as I imagined what Calvin might be like. Was he cut or uncut? I wondered as the feel of my tongue swirling in the foreskin of the guy in the aisle replayed in my head.
“Stop! You’re getting hard, you idiot,” I barked, as I was startled by a knock at the door.
I turned toward the door, and my semi-hard dick swung like a ball bat. “Fuck,” I whispered as I ran and wrapped a towel around my waist. He said, ‘don’t bother getting dressed.’ A towel did not constitute being dressed.
He knocked again and I hustled to the door and let him in, conscious of the fact my dangling, not-so-soft cock was pushing the towel out.
After shutting the door, he looked me up and down and smirked. “Looks like you’re struggling a bit, there Ken.
I could not help but notice a bulge in his black work pants as my eyes darted back to his face. His grin told me he noticed me looking.
“Like what you see, huh Ken? Me too. Drop the towel, please.” He stepped past me to the foot of the bed.
“Please…”
“Nuh! Stop right there, Ken. I explained the situation already, don’t make me explain again, or you’ll be explaining to Sexy Lexie.”
“Okay, but please stop calling her that,” I pleaded as I dropped the towel.
“Well hello there, Ken. They didn’t tell me… Impressive, I must say,” he teased as he sat on the edge of the bed looking me up and down.
“I wouldn’t call that officially hard, but I think someone’s been thinking about this. You really never sucked a cock before today? Hard to believe, four hummers and four thumbs up so far. That had to feel good,” he taunted as he undid his tie and laid it on the bed. “Help me out of these shoes, would ya?”
I wanted to scream at the arrogance, but he had me. A couple of phone calls and I would lose my fiancé and my business partner. So I did as commanded, telling myself, to get through the night, make it through the meeting tomorrow, and it’s all over. Go back home, never return to this hotel and pretend it was all a bad dream
But as I knelt before him, the events of earlier replayed in my mind. The heat and the soft skin from all four of my previous cocks was such a rush, and I felt that tingling ache building as the first shoe slid off. I looked at the bulge wondering, cut or uncut? His bulge grew as the second shoe came off, the scent reminding me of the musky scents from Malik and Markus and the battle was over. The blood was rushing into my cock and there was no stopping it.
Without being told, and without even thinking about it, I removed his socks and tossed them aside before reaching for his belt. As I did, my hard-on touched his shin.
“Well, I guess it’s decided then,” he said, unbuttoning his shirt. “And now playing the role of Dr. Everhard, is Ken, Ken Pritchard. Oh yeah, just for future reference, when you are blowing random guys in a porn theater, don’t give them your real name. Not sure how hard it would be for Malik and Markus to find out about Lexie. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure it doesn’t bite you in the ass.” He smiled and looked mischievous. “Oh, but I might just bite your ass. Hmm…”
He asked, “Not sure about the older guy, did he hear your name?”
I wasn’t sure but didn’t think so. “No. Thank you for your help,” I said, hoping the sarcasm didn’t come across.
“You’re welcome. Malik and Marcus are generally harmless. In exchange for a heads up when middle-aged married white guys are heading to the theater, they help keep the pervs from wandering into the hotel. They get free head and the rush of another white guy bowing to Black cock.”
I could hardly believe what I was hearing as I had already reconciled myself to my fate and continued to unbuckle his belt, as apparently many other guests had done in the past. But, as if reading my mind, he continued.
“You’re my first guest, though, I don’t get off on old white guys like they can. I get it. I’ve heard them joke that no one’s ugly with your dick in their mouth, but I don’t think that way. But you, Ken, are not an old white guy, by any stretch.” I glanced up at him as he looked hungrily down at me, and I had to look away.
Two hours ago, I could never have imagined sucking four cocks, but in that moment, it somehow seemed more disturbing to look him in the eye than to imagine him coming in my mouth. In my mind, there was something much too personal and paradigm shattering in that look of attraction from another man.
It made no sense, I know, but staring at the outline of his stiffening cock through his boxers as I pulled his pants off, imagining how it would look, how it would feel, and how it would taste, was somehow more acceptable than looking him in the eye, romantically. The tingling throb in my cock and balls simply pushed everything else aside.
I pressed the pants to his ankles, and he kicked them off. His white boxers were in sharp contrast to his ebony skin. He was in great shape, toned and buff, with visible abs and a sizable hard-on puffing out his boxers.
Looking back on that encounter, there was so little dialog. That was one of the more difficult things to wrap my head around, in hindsight. I acted without instruction, driven by some instinctive force, answering to the relentless tingling pulse in my cock. I gripped him through the boxers, rubbing his stiffening warmth, while his moans amplified the tingling need in my cock and balls.
I stared at it as I stroked him, wondering what was underneath, but wanting to make him wait. Avoiding looking at his eyes, I focused on the shape of his cock through the fabric as I rubbed slowly up and down his length, cupping his balls with the other hand. His moans pushed me further, finally reaching for the waistband of his boxers. My elbows straddled his thighs as my finger slid under the waistband and peeled them down.
His foreskin covered his head, except for a tiny pink tip that peeked out of the darker skin. As I peeled the boxers off, his hips raised, allowing me to take them past his ass, before backing up to allow his knees to close. I gazed at his dark engorged cock. He was completely shaved; balls, bush and all. When the underwear cleared his feet, I tossed them and pushed his knees apart.
Once I moved back between his legs, my armpits touched his thighs as I gripped his boner. I pulled back the foreskin, revealing a dark pink, elongated mushroom head, contrasted against his black foreskin. The head was glistening with pre-cum as his scent shot a jolt of electricity from my nostrils to my balls. As I stroked, I watched his head pop out of its foreskin blanket and then retreat on the upstroke. It was my first real look at an uncut cock. Unfortunately, the one at the theater went almost directly to my mouth.
The intensity of the unrelenting throb between my legs increased with each stroke of his hot, hard, blanketed pole. It was surreal, feeling the silken sheath of skin stretch and retract as I pumped his shaft. It was bigger than Markus’ and Malik’s, and similar to my size. Part of me wanted to press my boner against his to compare. My left hand moved to caress his balls as my right squeezed and pumped him slowly.
“Fuck,” he sighed. “So glad you’ve agreed, Ken. This could be the start of an amazing friendship. Oh, yes.”
Each time the dark pink, glistening head slipped out, I wanted to take it in my mouth. But I was determined to make him earn it. Instead, I leaned in and ran my flattened tongue on the underside of his balls. Each sniff sent another tingling jolt through my cockhead, causing an uncontrolled whimper or groan. His hairless skin allowed me to feel every wrinkle of his sack and taste his salty musky flavor.
“That’s so good. You love Black dick, I can tell. My fiancé won’t do that, unless I shower first. But Ken likes sweaty Black balls,” he taunted, and I couldn’t stop a groan of agreement.
My cock was so hard, and the relentless throbbing pushed me to keep going. His cock was as hard as mine, and I was the reason why. I licked him firmly with my pace quickening, feeling his hot, rock-hard shaft beneath the silky warm foreskin as I stoked him. My boner touched my belly, as I leaned forward, licking the crease between his balls and inner thigh, whimpering as his flavor intensified.
My whole lower body tingled from the intense wave of pleasure emanating from my oozing cockhead, while I tongued every inch of his balls. When my tongue pressed up between his balls, I rolled my head and gently sucked his left nut into my mouth, looking up to see his eyes close as he moaned with pleasure. Then I moved to the right one before rising up and licking all the way up his shaft and back down with a quick, firm lick.
“Hah! Ah!” he grunted, as I began to lick harder and faster up and down his length, measuring the size and girth of his eight-inch cock.
His excitement drove me faster, licking wildly up and down his shaft, front and sides, then back to his balls, lapping at them before racing back to his tip. I pressed my flattened tongue against his sensitive tip, wiggling his cock against it, then licking back down to his balls while I stroked him with my hand.
“Oh fuck, Ken!” he gasped, almost in disbelief.
His eyes opened and he looked down at me. Inexplicably, with my tongue ravaging his cock, looking him in the eye was not only acceptable, but excited me even more. I moved mercilessly at a crazy speed, picturing the most ravenous porn slut and trying to best her.
His groans were more and more desperate, feeding my need to satisfy his iron cock. I plunged his cockhead into my mouth as I pushed the foreskin down with my hand. His moan was loud and frantic. I swirled my tongue and bobbed, jacking him off as I pulled up, then pressed my tongue against the tip and let his foreskin roll over it as I pulled it back over his cockhead. It was such a strange sensation, I repeated it several times, feeling his skin blanket my tongue as I slowly wiggled it against him.
“Holy fuck Ken, damn!” he grunted.
And I lunged him deeply, bobbing hard and fast, pushing him as deeply as I could, with a firm grip on his steel heat. I sucked harder, plunging faster and deeper, his groans driving me on.
His pre-cum leaked as I sensed he was close. and quickly returned to licking his shaft, not ready to let him cum. I was panting like an animal, licking hungrily up and down his length, lapping his balls and sucking them again. Next, I returned to the ravenous licks before plunging him back into my throat. Saliva coated my hand, along with his cock and balls.
I squeezed his shaft, pulling his foreskin up as I moved to his tip, plunging my fist back down to his pelvis until my lips touched my hand and his head entered my throat. I repeated it over, and over until he was on the verge again.
This time, before I could release him and move back to his shaft and balls, he grunted and jerked, releasing the first blast of hot cum into my mouth. I had mis-timed it just a bit but was ready for the payoff. I hummed and nodded, as jet after jet blasted into my mouth, and I continued to suck and bob, as his warm cream flooded my taste buds with his bittersweet flavor.
I swallowed eagerly and gradually slowed my pace as his balls emptied. I continued to hum and eventually slowed to a snail’s pace, sucking and pulling out to the tip, squeezing my lips on his shaft to milk him of every last drop.
Then he pulled me off, and smiled, “Wow Ken, just wow. Stand up,” he said calmly, but was still breathing heavily. He stood up with me and stepped closer, naked, except for his unbuttoned shirt. I was totally nude with an aching, oozing, raging hard-on. Again, with our faces close together, I avoided eye contact. I just sucked his cock until he came in my mouth, but the thought that he might try to kiss me crossed a line in my mind that I was not ready to cross.
As his hand gripped my cock, I groaned with a sudden hope that he would return the favor. I quickly found myself humping his hand as he very slowly stroked my boner.
“Easy Ken, I decide when you come, understood?” he said with a grin.
“Yes Sir, Calvin,” I replied, with a whimper and held still.
“Good, I want to make sure we have an understanding,” he continued, as I thought I might come already and groaned.
“You’re my cocksucker now, Ken, agreed?”
“Yes Sir, Calvin,” I said, trembling as his thumb pressed against the cleft of my cockhead and began rubbing while my pre-cum lubed my tip. “Oh!” I squeaked.
“Easy Ken, not yet, understood?”
I whimpered and nodded.
“This is your hotel, whenever you come to town,” he said, knowing I would be spending a lot of time in Chicago if we won the account.
“When you are in town, you will service my cock and maybe some *********** friends like a good little cocksucker, Understood?”
“Yes Sir, Calvin,” I said, trying not to come, but I was so close.
His thumb slowly and ruthlessly rubbed my tip.
“Repeat after me, Ken,” he commanded. “‘I love Black cock.’”
“I love Black cock, please!” I jerked forward, on the verge of blowing my load on his hand.
He stopped rubbing but held my cock. It pulsed in his hand, but somehow, I did not blow.
“Wow, that was close Ken. Just so you know, if you come without permission when you are in this hotel, you will be punished. But if you obey, I will reward you.”
Still not rubbing, he continued. “‘When I am in Chicago, I live to serve Black cock.’”
I repeated mindlessly, needing to come.
“‘I will obey you, and anyone you tell me to serve.’”
“Please, don’t…” He began to rub again, and I surrendered instantly. “I will obey you and anyone you tell me to serve.”
“Good boy, Ken. Markus and Malik will be here soon. You will remain naked until they arrive and do as they tell you. Is that understood?”
He began to rub, and I said what he wanted to hear. “Yes Sir, Calvin.”
“Your mouth and your ass belong to me now, and I promised Markus your cherry, understood?”
“Yes, can I please come?” I asked, desperate for relief.
He released my cock.
“I’m proud of you for asking, Ken. You are learning your role as cocksucker very quickly.”
He stepped forward and pressed his stiffening cock against mine and began rubbing us both with his right hand.
“You can come, Ken and whoever comes first, gets to suck their cum off the other’s cock,” he teased, knowing I had no chance.
He was right, the thought of him sucking my cock and the feel of his hot hard-on against mine sent me immediately over the edge.
I jerked forward, nearly head-butting him as my orgasm hit. Being my third of the past couple of hours, it did not rocket out, but pumped out directly onto our cocks as he rubbed us together. The feeling of my cock pressed against his was like nothing I had ever imagined. And our chests bumped as I spasmed and came on his cock.
As it passed, I dropped to my knees, happy to be face to cock with him again. I licked up his length, tasting my own cum and pushed him into my mouth sucking my jizz off of him. He was fully hard again, but to my surprise, he pulled me off.
“Thanks, cocksucker, but I can’t be here when your new friends arrive. I have a reputation to uphold, and I am on duty.”
He picked up his underwear and shuffled into them, so I tried the same, but he stopped me.
“Don’t bother Ken, they want you naked. Go ahead and clean up, though. Nothing happened between me and you. Understood?”
“Yes Sir, Calvin. Understood.” I didn’t see any good coming from them knowing I sucked Calvin’s cock too.
“Good. Anybody finds out about us, so does Lexie,” he said, putting on his pants. “Oh yeah, here you go.”
He tossed me a tube of lube, driving home what I was in store for me.
“I don’t think Markus is gonna slow down and apply that before he, ah…” He stopped, looking for the right words.
Not wanting to hear the words spoken out loud, I cut him off. “Thanks,” I said as the rest of his sentence played in my head: ‘Bends you over and fucks you in the ass!’
I sat down, dumbfounded by the thought and what I might do to get out of the situation I found myself in.
“If it were my first time, I would put some of that on so you’re ready when he gets here, but I would also stretch myself out a bit, it will make it more ‘enjoyable’. I told them you had big meetings tomorrow, so they had to wrap up in an hour and let you rest up for the big day. If all goes well with your meeting, we can celebrate tomorrow night. Thanks again. Damn, they were right. You are an exceptional cocksucker.”
With that, he left the room, leaving me to contemplate what had just happened and what to do about my next visitors.
That is how it all began, and in some ways, it didn’t seem possible that twenty years had passed, but in other ways, it seemed like I had always been here, awaiting instructions on who to serve next and how. There have been so many over the years, and except for my second trip to Chicago, I have always stayed at the same hotel. I learned the hard way the consequences of staying elsewhere. But that’s a story for another day…
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