I was in Philadelphia on business last month. I went to the "Tomcat Cinema" a place that shows gay movies, but which is frequented by lots of straight & bisexual black dudes. It was around noon.
I walked in in my suit & tie, went right up to a big black dude & started rubbing his crotch. He unzipped & I fell to my knees. Man, he had a HUGE one! I sucked it until it got hard & then I took it out of my mouth & started kissing it and rubbing it in my face real queer-like. A few other guys gathered around to watch this shameless display. One grabbed my head & fed me his dick. He was saying stuff like, "Suck it, bitch." I said I liked to be called names like that, and he told me I was sick. Another dude started slapping me in the face with his hard dick while I was sucking another guy.
I went back and forth between three or four guys for around twenty minutes or so. They were telling me to suck, calling me a punk & a bitch, laughing about it, making comments to each other. I think the fact that I was a white middle aged guy in a suit gave them a real power trip about the whole thing. One guy came in my mouth, another jerked off & came all over my tie & shirt, another shot in my face. After they were done using me, I went into the washroom to clean myself up. I was a mess-- hair rumpled from being yanked around from guy to guy, sperm on my tie, jizz dripping from my beard, my knees were soiled.
I cleaned myself up as good as I could and walked back to the Hotel (it was only a few blocks away). The doorman looked at me when I came in, I imagined that somehow he KNEW, (but all he really knew was that I got my suit dirty). The shame was delicious. When I got back to my room, I sent my suit to be cleaned by the hotel service--I imagined the guy who picked it up at he door somehow knew I was nothing but a dirty queer hole for black dick (he was black--I was tempted to ask him if he needed a quick blow job but I didn't). I jerked off twice thinking about what they done to me and again later that night.