As I wait in my hotel room for the evening’s instructions, I cannot help but replay that fateful night twenty years ago which began my secret life. I was a 29-year-old entrepreneur who had dropped out of college and teamed up with a friend to start a software company. Back then, we thought we could be the next Bill Gates; although inventory management and planning software has a much narrower market, we had visions of billionaire status by the age of forty.

In hindsight, we did pretty good, but nowhere near our dreams. We had an offer two years ago to buy the company for 152.5 million dollars. It was only fifteen percent of our dream and nearly a decade late. The road was a lot rougher and longer than we imagined. Nonetheless, we have made a good living and provided for the future of our kids.

My name is Ken Pritchard, and my partner is Kyle Martin. We were college roommates majoring in computer science, when we were both selected for a summer internship with a large automotive parts distributor. It was the summer after our sophomore year, and the job was located in Iowa, where we went to school. They needed help with inventory management, and it all worked out too perfectly.

They were local and we were able to stay in our dorm room for the summer and get paid decent money doing what we both loved, programming. We quickly realized that the tools they were using to manage inventory, forecasting, and customer billing were all disconnected and manually dependent.

We worked like dogs that summer. When we weren’t on site, we were programming from the dorm at night. By the end of the summer, we had successfully written software programs to link inventory and forecasting and greatly reduced the complexity of billing.

We were quickly invited back for the following summer where we finished tying it all together, dramatically improving their productivity. Kyle’s dad was a corporate attorney and helped us to protect the software we developed. With patents in hand, we were able to reach out to another distributor in the appliance industry and got our first sale for our software package.

With that, we took the plunge and did not return for our senior year. I was an Iowa boy born and bred. Kyle was a California boy and got us a sweet deal for a single office at his father’s law firm in Fresno. From there, it was several years of growing pains and learning just how little we actually knew about doing business.

After a few years, we were still living in his father’s basement and struggling to increase our footprint. Kyle was a stronger programmer and I was stronger on the social side, so I became sales, marketing, and customer service, while he focused on product development and improvement. I became CEO and he was COO for our two-man operation with help from several part time interns from the local university.

Our big break came twenty years ago, when our first customer was purchased by the biggest automotive distributor in North America. They were based in Chicago, Illinois, and through persistence and results demonstrated at our first customer, we were able to provide software for the parent company. That was the launch pad that took us, literally, out of the basement to our own apartments and eventually an entire floor of our headquarters building.

It was during that first visit to Chicago that another monumental life change occurred. I had prepped with Kyle for days before pitching the software to the parent company. The presentation was polished, memorized, and ready for prime time.

I checked into a large hotel-chain location, that was the cheapest room I could find at a reasonably acceptable brand. When I arrived, I could see from the neighborhood why the price was so good, but the reality of the situation was that we had very little cash flow, and it was a stretch to pay for the room as it was.

The hotel itself was actually quite nice. It had been recently updated and was a classic design. Eighty years ago, it was probably one of the nicest in town.

I had already reviewed the presentation a hundred times and just wanted to get a good night’s sleep, so I checked in about six PM, and was pleased to see that there was a manager’s reception with free food and beer. It ended at seven, so I went to the room, dropped my bags and went back down.

As I drank my first beer, I texted my fiancé, Lexie, and let her know I was in.

Me: At the hotel. Free food and happy hour.

Lexie: Awesome! So proud of you. You’re gonna do great!

Me: Thanks for believing in me. Love you!

Lexie: Always! Call me later?

Me: Yes! Miss you!

Lexie: Me too.

There was a young Black guy, in a shirt and tie manning the alcohol, who kept me well supplied. Cocktail weenies and nachos were the food of choice, which worked for me. The bartender’s name was Calvin, and he said he’d worked there for four years, as he studied hotel-motel management.

We hit it off well, sharing our stories. He grew up in the mean streets of Garfield Park right on the border of west and east GFP. He was going to school at Colleges of Chicago part time and working as assistant manager full time.

I grew up in Des Moines, Iowa and was making my first trip to The Windy City. We were both engaged and trying to build a career. He was a few steps ahead, as he was only twenty-four, but I knew that after this visit, I would be leapfrogging him big time.

By landing the corporate account, we would have the first major client and income that could fund hiring more programmers and developers to drive us into the black and build our product offering. As we talked, I discovered that his cousin was the receptionist at the headquarters for our client. She would be checking me in in the morning.

He got her on the phone, and she asked who I would be presenting to. When I told her the names, she gave me pointers on what they were like, and some personal details to help me connect with them. I drank two more beers while talking to her.

“Holy shit Calvin, that was fucking awesome. I owe you big time. If I land this account, I will stay here every time, I promise.”

Four beers in, I took a piss and stepped outside for a cigarette. The Windy City was still and hot that evening. Across the street was a neon sign for an adult theatre. It was an old-school, dilapidated movie theater, with a giant arrow outlined in neon and pointing to the entrance. The sign said, ‘Anal Nurses II’ with showtimes at 7:30, 9:30 and 11:30.

I had a quick smoke and looked at the sign. I had a thing for anal, and unfortunately, Lexie could not get into it. I give her credit: she tried on three different occasions, sober, drunk, and both drunk and high. She said she could never get beyond the feeling that a shit was going back inside her.

That description kind of did it in for me asking again. But damn there was something about anal porn, when the woman at least pretended to enjoy it, that got my dick a little-extra hard.

I went back inside, and Calvin handed me drink number five. They were going down way too smooth, and back then, I had a good tolerance for beers. With a glass of water and an aspirin at bedtime, I hardly ever got a hangover.

Eight beers in at six forty-five and an empty lobby, Calvin broke out the tequila. He stepped out front with me for a smoke and we did a shot together. The buzz was strong, and my inhibitions were fading.

I stared at the theater. “Damn, I love watching a woman take it in the ass,” I said, exhaling heavily.

“That’s a really good movie,” said Calvin, grinning.

“Shit man, don’t tempt me. I need to focus,” I pleaded.

“Sorry brother, but my fiancé won’t take it in the ass, and I gotta confess, I’ve seen every anal movie they’ve played this year.”

“Shit man, that place looks like a big spunk pit,” I said, as the thought of blowing my load while watching a horny nurse take it in the ass sounded really good.

My cock was stirring as he poured another shot.

“I didn’t think they even had any of these old theaters left. Everything is video arcades now with the private booths,” I said, as I tried to talk myself out of it.

“It’s usually pretty dead, and they do mop the entire theater between showings. But, yes, it is a spunk pit, and I contributed at the eleven-thirty last night. They clean the seats between shows too, by the way. I highly recommend the movie,” he said, with a devious smirk.

“This neighborhood…” I said, staring, already resolving to go.

“Gang bangers don’t hang out in ‘spunk pits’, you know?”

Sounded right to me. Another shot, and a piss, and I was wandering my way across the street. In hindsight, it was a mix of alcohol and nerves that drove me there. The thought of pounding a tight ass had my adrenaline flowing, and the need to take the edge off on the eve of such an important meeting led me to a decision that changed my life.

I paid my ten bucks and entered the theatre at seven-thirty-one, thinking there was plenty of time to let off some steam and still get back in time for a full night’s sleep.

Calvin was right: there was only one other guy in the theater, sitting in the second row on the left side. The floors weren’t sticky, and the seats were clean.

I took a seat about two-thirds of the way back on the right. There were several previews of “Cumming Attractions” including “Sorority Sisters 3: Lez Fest.”

Next to anal, lesbians were my second favorite. I thought, ‘if I’m back when that’s on, I might make it to another showing.’ I looked around several times and decided that my seat location was good. There was no easy line of sight to my seat from the projector room and I was close enough to the door to hear if anyone entered.

My friend in the front had a buzz cut, but other than that, I could not tell much. The opening scene featured Dr. Everhard prepping the exam room with Nurse Candy Wreckum.

She was a curvy, globe assed brunette with beautiful tits that I just wanted to shove my face into. Soon, Dr. Everhard was probing Nurse Wreckum’s rectum with his lubed-up boner and my friend in front wasted no time spanking his hard-on.

After about 30 seconds of contemplating, I looked back to see no one, and joined my spank buddy. I pulled out my already hard cock. Even though I could not match Dr. Everhard’s porn cock, at eight inches from bush to tip, I was no slouch. I released my boner from my pants and began to stroke as Nurse Wreckum rocked her ass onto the doctor’s cock. She screamed in bliss as her asshole took his length and her round buns rolled inward clinging to his cock as he pushed in deeper.

I decided that after a quick come, I could be in and out. Or, if I chose to stay, it would allow me time to recover and go again before the movie ended. At that moment, I thought three times was definitely possible. It had been a while since I had watched porn and with the pressures of work, Lexie and I had been in a dry spell.

The image of a full ass clinging to a cock got me excited more than anything. I glanced back and the coast was clear as I began to stroke slowly. After a couple minutes, I was getting close, as was Nurse Wreckum as she rubbed her clit furiously.

“Oh damn, I love that ass,” I groaned. “Take it all, you little bitch.”

Suddenly, two bodies plopped into the seats on either side of me, as if they had just fallen from the sky. I jumped and shoved my boner back into my pants when a hand gripped my wrist.

“Don’t mind us white boy, we’ll be joining you soon,” said a young Black guy.

I looked at him in complete panic as he firmly held my wrist.

“Yeah, relax bruh, keep doin’ your thang,” said the other guy.

I looked his way. He was also young and built with short, well-groomed hair. He was lighting a joint.

My heart was pounding as I looked back at the guy who had my wrist. He was smiling, and when I pulled my hand to get away from his grip, he held it for a second, then glanced down before looking at me again.

“Sorry bruh. Don’t stop for us, It’s cool.” He released my wrist, as I heard the other guy take a hit from the joint.

I was terrified and trying to think of my escape when the guy with the joint tapped me on the shoulder and offered it to me.

“No thanks man…”

“Come on white boy, be cool. Don’t be rude, bruh.” He pushed it closer to my face.

Maybe the tequila clouded my judgment, but I thought If I didn’t act ‘cool’ it would be worse. They didn’t look like gangbangers, but what the fuck did I know. I did know enough to understand, them telling me to be ‘cool’ was a sarcastic jab at my Iowa-white-boy look. I took the joint and a hit, hoping it would help calm me and give me a minute to think.

I went to hand it back and he nodded toward his friend. I passed it to him, and after a quick toke, it was back to me.

“What’s your name bruh?”

I hit and responded. “Ken, Ken Pritchard. And you?”

“I’m Malik and that’s Marcus.”

“Good to meet you,” I said, and passed the joint to Marcus.

Two rounds later, I couldn’t feel my face. I knew this couldn’t be good, but the booze and pot, made me think this could be okay, If I just acted like this was no big deal.

“Damn, that’s some potent shit,” I said, gazing at the giant ass on the big screen being hammered by Dr. Hard-on or whatever his name was.

“You ever suck Black dick?” asked Malik, as he passed the joint back.

I took a hit as his words hit me. I was in such a fog, and he asked so nonchalantly, I wasn’t really offended by it and just answered.

“No man, I’m not gay. You?” I looked at him, as I handed it to Marcus.

“No man… But it seems like you white dudes crave Black dick. No harm in askin’,” he said and turned back to the screen. “Damn, I could tear up that bitch’s ass.”

I turned back to the screen to see Nurse Tight Ass rubbing her clit as, Dr. Boner pounded her asshole. My cock was pushing my underwear out of my zipper as Marcus gave me the last bit of the joint.

“Kill it, bruh,” he said, reaching for his crotch.

I stared back at the screen and watched that beautifully, plump ass get pounded as I hogged the last of the joint.

I had smoked pot several times, but fuck, it was strong. Mixed with booze and porn, everything was intensified. I glanced at my new friends, and they were both stroking their hard-ons, as if we were lifelong pals having a group jerk to some smut.

I glanced back and forth, from one cock to the other and was relieved that neither was bigger than I was. Maybe the myth of giant black cocks was just that. Stoned out of my mind and eager to show I could hang; I pulled my cock out and began to stroke along with them as Nurse Tight Ass screamed with pleasure.

“There you go white boy, do what you came here to do. You like that bitch, don’t you?” asked Malik.

“Oh fuck, yes,” I said glancing from the screen to his cock then back at mine.

I was proud, I was bigger than him, but it was strange seeing a Black cock in person for the first time. We were all cut, and as I looked at Markus’, it was about the same as Malik’s. So, I smiled, thinking I had them both beat when I noticed Markus smiling at me hungrily. I realized he had seen me looking at his cock!

I turned back to the screen and tried to play it off. Nurse Tight Ass was bouncing wildly as her ass slapped his pelvis.

“Oh fuck, Dr. Everhard, it’s so fucking big in my ass! Fuck! Fuck! Ah!” she screamed. “So fucking big!”

I stroked my cock faster, determined not to look at either one, but could feel they were speeding up too. With Nurse Bubble Butt reaching a masterful anal climax, it seemed like a good time to blow and go right along with her and get the fuck out.

“Oh shit, pound that ass,” I grunted

She rubbed her clit in a blur, and I began to match her speed when they each grabbed a wrist and pulled it toward them. My cock pulsed and for a second, I thought I was coming anyway.

“Easy dawg, if ya ain’t gonna suck some Black dick, you owe us a hand job, at least,” said

Malik.

“Yeah, help a brother out Ken,” said Markus, as he pulled my fingers straight and wrapped them on his cock.

Malik wrapped my other hand on his and began to guide it up and down as I sat there in shock. I had never touched another man’s cock and in the fog of weed and tequila, I was surprised by the heat and the silky smoothness of their skin coating complete hardness.

I focused on the screen, trying to avoid eye contact and hoping to get them off and make my exit. My friend in the front was wanking himself at full speed as the nurse’s ass cheeks vibrated from the endless pounding. She was reaching her climax, and I saw my chance.

Both of my hands were jacking them off as fast as I could go, trying to make them come with her. I had been so close before they stopped me. My cock was oozing pre-cum, and I felt Markus doing the same. His pre-cum smeared on his cockhead and lubed him up. His grunts were encouraging, that he might have been close. Malik had a little pre-cum, but friction quickly rubbed it in, and his boner was nearly dry.

As the nurse rubbed herself to climax and Dr. Hard-Cock shot his load on her gaping asshole, my cock was fully hard, and despite the situation, I still wanted to cum with her. But instead I focused on the matters in hand. I couldn’t understand how they weren’t coming yet with our hot nurse’s screams reverberating through the theater. I would surely have blown my load by then.

As the scene ended, the timing could not have been worse. My arms were tired, and I had to slow down. With the movie setting up the next scene, there was little hope of getting them off. The awkwardness of the situation was overwhelming, but I was afraid to stop, for fear of what they might do. I wondered how the fuck I got myself into the situation.

To make matters worse, my fellow perv from the front decided to exit. As he approached, Malik and Markus spread their legs and leaned back giving him a full view of me jacking them off. They were proud of themselves.

I leaned forward in a sad attempt to cover my full hard-on, but the grin on the fifty-something porn dog’s face spoke volumes. He glanced at my boner and then at my face as he walked by, slowing to get the full view. If my hands weren’t firmly gripping their hard-ons, they would have been trembling.

I stared at the screen while Nurse Wreckum was berating a candy striper named Honey Dew. She had bent her over the exam table and yanked down her panties to deliver a good spanking. For good measure she had decided a rectal exam was in order and lubed her gloved fingers to begin, as Honey dutifully rubbed her own pussy in anticipation.

“Sure ya don’t wanna use that mouth, Ken? I saw how you looked at my cock,” teased Markus.

I shook my head no and stared dead ahead.

Seeing her sweet ass bent over and probed by lubed fingers was arousing me way too much, considering what was happening to me. The feel of their stiff, hot cocks in my hand seemed to force my cock to follow suit.

When the strap-on came out, I felt the rush and saw my opportunity. I stroked them faster as I watched the ten-inch dildo slide into the candy striper’s tight little hole. The pot, the stress, and the beautiful ass had me in a frenzy, fantasizing that my cock was the strap on.

I stoked them faster and faster, when suddenly Malik’s right hand gripped my boner and Markus’ left caressed my balls.

“Make you a deal Ken: come before us we get to come in your mouth,” said Markus calmly.

“I won’t stroke you any faster than this,” added Malik slowly stroking my length firmly and deliberately.

I could only grunt as I stroked them probably ten times faster than they did me. I couldn’t understand how they weren’t coming yet.

My pre-cum quickly had my cock head glistening and fully lubed as the candy striper begged Nurse Roundass to take her asshole virginity.

Before I knew it, I was on the verge of climax. He was stroking so slowly, but squeezing so firmly, focusing on my sensitive tip. A loud, guttural grunt escaped my gaping mouth.