I wondered how many men and women Pete had observed in Room 101. What was his story? How did he get into the motel business, and how did this whole sex thing get started? What had he seen taking place in this room? I knew nothing about him, other than what Howard had said, and you usually can't believe most of that. Clearly he enjoyed the role and that's about all I knew.
Howard got up from the bed, repositioning his stretched and cum stained faded purple bikini so that it was more or less back in place over his spent cock and round ass, and then retrieved the camera from Pete. Ready to capture Pete's climax. Pete moved closer to the edge of the bed, his long hard cock just out of reach. He stroked it with a steady but quick pace, not fooling around, eager to finish, his big balls, bouncing in unison.
One of Pete's hands rested against my head. The other stroking his dark cock. Every so often angling it up against my lips so I could run my tongue over it, swirling around the uncut head, causing Pete to shudder, then he'd back off, taking a few more strokes, before giving me his cock again. Each time, I wanted it more and more, hoping he would shove the whole thing deep down my throat. I wanted to taste him, and his cum. Show him the intimate gratitude of a man taking another man's cum in his mouth. Howard was inches away, wearing nothing but his skimpy underwear and socks, capturing it all with the camera. I wasn't sure if it was Pete's hairy chest and churning load that was driving me crazy or if it was doing it all in front of Howard, at his command, that was driving me on. Either way, I was loving it.
Pete's body grew increasingly tense as he stroked. Sweat rolling down him. Finally, he let out a stifled yell and shoved his cock deep in my mouth, banging into the back of my throat. His big balls smashed up against my chin. His two hands holding my head in place. A powerful blast of cum splashed against the back of my mouth. It was hot and heavy and rewarding. Pete milked his cock with my mouth as the cum emptied into me. I was a slave to his cum. I could taste the sweetness as I swallowed. Some of it spilling out between my lips. Howard focused the camera on my face, and my obvious pleasure, as I savored Pete's pulsing cock, his cum, and the thrill of doing it all in front of the camera, and in front of Howard.
Eventually, Pete withdrew his dark cock, leaving the tip against my lips. I stuck my tongue out, cleaning his glistening head, the sensitivity causing him to squirm. The taste of his cum delicious and lingering.
"Damn, I needed that." Pete exhaled.
"Nice work," Howard added. "Impressive."
It took a few minutes for everyone to catch their breath. Finally, we took turns getting cleaned up in the bathroom.
When we were done, Pete said, "I'll edit the footage for your intro video and create another video containing the good stuff, just for you, as a souvenir."
"Hopefully I passed the test." I said nervously. "Though honestly, I don't really care. The experience alone was worth it."
"Well, all I can say is don't quit your day job" Howard offered.
"What? Was it that bad?" I replied, worried and a bit deflated.
"No, you were great. I just got to thinking how nice it is to have someone around the office to blow me whenever I wanted. That's all I'm saying" Howard said in a causal matter of fact way.
"Yeah, in your dreams asshole." I shot back with a smile.
"You two." Pete said, rolling his eyes. "Andy, why don't we get together in a couple of days, after I'm done editing, we can talk about what you like, don't like, fantasies, that sort of stuff. Build up a profile of sorts so I can make a few introductions."
"Gee, thanks. I think" I replied, unsure of where this might lead.
On Wednesday after work I met up with Pete at the motel. I wasn't as nervous as my last visit. After all, I wasn't about to have sex, but still, talking about my sexual preferences with a stranger is an uncomfortable experience. Even if it was a stranger who dumped a load of cum into my mouth.
"Hey Andy, come on back." Pete said, motioning me to an office just behind the front desk. Inside, the office looked ordinary except for several large computer displays on the desk that looked out of place. I imagined these were to watch various cameras on the property and do some of the video editing from Room 101.
"Is this where you work your magic?" I asked with a wink.
"Sometimes," Pete replied with a smile. "if I'm on desk duty. Though I have a better setup in my apartment around back."
"You have an apartment here?" I asked, surprised.
"It's a couple of connected rooms that have been modified into an apartment. I guess you could say it's a perk of the job" was his reply. "Either that or you could say I don't have a life outside of this place. I tend to think perk sounds better."
"Gotcha. Yeah, I'd go with perk too. Though if you don't mind me asking, how did you end up here?"
"Actually it was my uncle. He built the place back in the day, just an ordinary motel. The curious thing is that people have always been coming here for sex, probably just as much for that as for spending the night. My uncle got to know some of the regulars and soon was making introductions, playing matchmaker. It was good for the business to keep renting out rooms, whatever the reason. Though he came from a conservative background when he immigrated here and started the place. So it was strictly male-female sex. When I took over I relaxed some of the rules, to keep up with the times. I also brought in the camera setup. What went on back then was all behind closed doors. Now of course everything is on the Internet. Everyone is an exhibitionist. Video seemed a natural. People really go for it."
"Interesting." I said.
"My uncle can't wait to meet you. He's seen the video."
"He has?" I said, nervously.
"Don't worry, only the intro video though. He likes to review the videos, out of habit I guess. Normally he doesn't take much interest in the performers, but for some reason you piqued his interest. We can talk about that later. First, let me show you the videos."
He started up the intro video. Clearly I wasn't a professional, but it wasn't bad. Pete had done a nice job of combining the handheld and fixed camera footage.
"Now I'll show you some of the other video, just so you can see what the typical end product looks like."
He started up the video and there it was, all over again. Howard, me, stuff I remembered, stuff I didn't remember. Views and angles I had never seen. It was hot and raw, even if it was me at the center of the action. My cock was stiffening, just from watching myself. I must have turned red from embarrassment because Pete said, "Relax, don't worry man. You were great. This is fantastic stuff. And remember, there isn't anything here I didn't already see with my own eyes."
