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 select 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.