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the actor moaned and huge streams of white cum flew from his cock. The first several shots landed on the woman’s breasts, forcing me to acknowledge their presence for the first time. I almost lost my erection, but then the camera moved back to the actor’s fat cock, and I was back on track. It took only a couple more strokes before my body tightened, a loud guttural moan escaped my throat, and I sprayed my load all over the back of the chair in front of me.
    I lost my breath as jet after jet of cum flew from my cock. My legs quivered and my body shook with the force of my orgasm. When it was over I just sat there for a few minutes, letting the last few drops of cum slide down my still surprisingly hard dick. Then I stuffed my cock back inside my jeans and walked out of the theater.
    â€œThat didn’t take long,” the acne-faced clerk snickered.
    I felt the flush come back to my face, and darted as quickly as possible to the restroom. Once inside I grabbed a handful of paper towels, wet them, and locked myself inside the stall. I quickly shoved my jeans down to my ankles, pulled my cock out, and began washing it with the wet paper towels.
    Just being inside the bookstore filled me with conflicting emotions. I felt dirty and ashamed. If any of my schoolmates or friends knew I was there, they’d surely never speak with me again. I might even get kicked out of school. But at the same time, I felt alive for maybe the first time in my life. I was experiencing something I’d never given myself permission to feel before. And even after having shot a huge load in the theater a few minutes ago, I could not get my cock to soften. My heart was pounding hard in my chest again, and I knew I needed to cum again.
    As I sat there half washing and half stroking my cock, I looked over and read a handwritten message on the wall. “I need to suck your cock. You need to suck mine. No troll here, you don’t be one either. 316.555.4976.”
    I found it a little hard to breathe, and my chest hurt from the intense pounding of my heart. The number on the wall was only two digits different from my own, and I knew without thinking about it, that I was going to call it. I quickly stuffed my hard dick back into my jeans, pulled them up, and walked out of the restroom to the pay phone near the front door of the bookstore.
    â€œHello,” the voice on the other end of the line said.
    My heart stopped, and I almost hung up the phone. But then I mentally slapped myself. I hadn’t come this far just to back out now. “Hi,” I croaked out. “I’m at the Galaxy Palace and just read your note in the restroom.”
    There was an awkward moment of silence on the other end of the phone. “Yeah,” the voice said hesitantly.
    â€œUmmm ...” I stuttered. “Do you want to meet?”
    â€œHow old are you?”
    â€œTwenty.”
    â€œCool,” the voice said, and then waited for a couple of seconds before continuing. “We can’t meet at my place. But I’m just a few blocks from the Blue Angel Motel. Can you meet me there?”
    â€œYes,” I said, and felt my chest constrict with pain. I thought I was having a heart attack.
    â€œHow long will it take you to get there?” he asked, after giving me the address and room number.
    â€œTwenty minutes.”
    â€œRight on,” he said. “I’ll leave the door unlocked. Just come on in. Don’t turn on the lights.”
    Visions of being ambushed and beaten or even killed flashed through my mind as I pictured myself walking into a dark motel room. “Okay,” I agreed way too soon, apparently not overly concerned about the dangers I might encounter.
    The line went dead without a “goodbye” or “see you in a few” or any other such closing remark. I stared at the phone for a moment, and then rushed out of the bookstore.

    The Blue Angel Motel was a local legend. Just a few blocks