Note: this story is a continuation of the story titled "going black at the park". If you have not read it, I highly suggest you do before continuing.
I lay in bed next to my girlfriend Julie, thinking about everything that happened that day. My mind kept flashing back to images of Tyrone's big black cock. I could still feel the tingle in my ass from the hard raw fucking he had given me just hours before.
While I had certainly thoroughly enjoyed the experience, laying next to my girlfriend and thinking back on it, I was starting to panic a little. I kept thinking back to the video that had been made with my own phone. A video Tyrone now had in his possession along with my girlfriends phone number.
I tossed and turned in bed, wondering what I should do next. Unfortunately for me, my cock and my mind were definitely not in agreement. When I finally fell asleep around 3 AM I had a plan. I would wake up early the next morning before Julie went to work and "accidentally" destroy her phone. I know this is not the brightest idea, but in my panicked and utterly ร roused state it was the best I could come up with.
When I woke the next morning, my plan had already been shattered. It was almost 9 in the morning and Julie had left for work over an hour ago. I had no idea what to do. In a lethargic state, I headed to the bathroom and after using the toilet I took a long, cold shower.
I was just drying myself off when I heard the sound of a text message coming in on my phone. I grabbed it off the bathroom counter and took a look at it. I did not know the number but I quickly figured out who had sent it when I read it.
" hey white boy, I have a friend in town for a few days and I need you to show me a good time this morning. A car will be there to pick you up in twenty minutes, better be ready or your girlfriend might just find something interesting to watch in her messages."
My heart was beating practically out of my chest as I reread the message three times. I thought of writing back the fuck off. I thought of calling the police and saying I was being blackmailed. But then I thought of Julie seeing the video and what her reaction would be. I knew I had no choice. I quickly shaved, brushed my teeth put on some deodorant and then threw on a pair of jeans and pulled on a T-shirt.
Waiting for the car to arrive seems like the longest twenty minutes of my life. My heart was still beating like crazy, I throat was dry and I felt absolutely sick to my stomach.
Although I was bisexual, it had always been something I had done on my own terms. I enjoyed sucking cock but it was not an every day urge for me. Most of the time I did not feel like doing it and only indulged when I had what I liked to call my "cravings". I definitely did not have any such cravings that day.
A black sedan pulled into my yard exactly twenty minutes after receiving Tyrone's message. I was numb as I opened the door and stepped outside. My legs felt like they weighed a ton each as I slowly walked down the driveway. I opened the passenger side back door and slid in, not making eye contact ith the driver.
He did not say a word of greeting as he backed out of the drive. I nervously ran my hand over my clean-shaven head. The car ride lasted all of 10 minutes but seemed much shorter to me. I had no idea where we were going and my mind could not focus on the road at all.
We pulled into a motel parking lot and the driver pulled into one of the empty parking spots. I took this as my cue and climbed out. As soon as I got out of the car the driver pulled out of the parking spot and drove off, leaving me wondering what would happen next.
I did not have to wait long. Almost immediately I got another text message from Tyrone. It only said, "room 27"
The place was called the luxury motel but it did little to live up to its name. The payment of the parking lot was cracked and littered with discarded cigarette butts, candy bar wrappers and I even noticed a used condom a few feet off to my left.
The motel itself was not much better. The window to one room was boarded up and graffiti covered much of the building.
I looked at the door to the nurse room and it was number 19. As I headed down the series of outer doors towards number 27, I had to fight the urge to just run the other way with every step.
The walk seemed to last forever, and by the time I reached number 27, my heart was beating like a heavy metal drum solo. After a moment hesitation, I reached out and gently knocked on the door. There was no response and after a few moments I knocked again, with more urgency this time.