Part 2: What I Want?
As the security guard, named Nick, led me backstage he continued to move his hand over my ass under the guise of helping me stand. Though I was physically and emotionally spent, it felt nice and reassuring. We ended up in some back stage room with a bed that he helped me into.
"Someone will be in about twenty minutes to give you next steps."
I absentmindedly looked over to acknowledge him and noticed he was sporting a pretty big tent in his pants and his body language resembled a waiter wanting to be tipped. He grabbed his bulge as our eyes met.
He unzipped his pants and let his cock hang free. While he wasn't as long as Brian, he did have him beat in the girth department. He smiled and began to stroke his dick as his pants hit the floor.
So what will it be? You up for getting fucked again?" He smirked.
My mind was in a daze. Was I just a community cockslut now? Deep down, wasn't this what I always wanted? Twenty minutes ago I was a closeted gay dude, and yeah, I did slut it it up, but it was discreet...without an audience or everyone's knowledge. Fast forward to now and I'm buttnaked in a strange bed with a security guard I didn't even know.
My body ultimately made the decision for me as my dick started to grow. There were no blankets or pillows on the bed so I feebly attempted to cover my erection with my hand which was quickly intercepted by Nick, who just as quickly placed it on his cock.
He laughed.
"I just watched you get fucked. Don't act like you don't love dick. It's ok, just use your hands for a bit, yeah, just like that, baby, get me nice and hard for you."
He positioned his hands on my head which is, of course, the international signal to gay dudes and straight women that a blowjob was wanted. As if to drive the point home, he placed two fingers onto my lips, which parted as I began sucking them. He pushed them in and out as I stroked his cock with one hand while my other palmed his ballsack. I was getting into it and my heart raced with excitement.
