Prompt Story

Cheat Codes Part 2: Wrapped around your finger

We have a system of security cameras in my home. Two of them show clearly how my mom is giving you guys a blow job…

Read part one below:

Dan handed me the phone: “It is Stacy for you,” He said, “she does not seem happy.”

“Hi Stacy, what’s up?”

“I have the tapes, you dumb ass.”

I had truly no idea of which tapes she was talking about, so I muted the phone and looked at Dan as I vocalized the word “Tapes” raising my hand to signal my surprise.

“Which tapes Stacy? Did you record our band practice?”

“The one about you guys and my Mom.”

I muted the phone and looked at Dan again, “She talks about a tape of us and her Mom.”

“What do you mean by your Mom and us?”

“We have a system of security cameras in my home. Two of them show clearly how my mom is giving you guys a blow job.”

My face went pale as I heard this. Dan saw my expression and used the universal expression to denote a blow job by blowing up his cheek and moving his fingers

“Wait, Stacy, we can explain.”

“I am sure your buddies would high-five you, but wait until the principal and your parents get to see this.”

“No, Stacy, wait. I am sure we can find a way. We will pay you for them.”

“This is not about money, you dumb ass. It is about the principle.”

“Please Stacy, we will do anything,” I said as I looked at Dan looking me with the widest open eyes I had ever seen on his face. There was a long silence until Stacy came back.

“Ok, this is what we are going to do. You will have to do a little job for me and, depending on how well you do it, I might reconsider.”

“Sure, Stacy, whatever you want.”

“I’ll text you an address in 5 minutes, be there or else!”

She hung up and I quickly explained to Dan. We realized we were in deep shit. Stacy was definitely not amused and those tapes definitely could not reach our parents or the schoolmaster.

We were wondering where the cameras had been since we had not noticed them. If they were far away maybe our faces could not be recognized. Our deliberations were interrupted by a text message.

Liberty Street 420 Use the red side door to enter Ask for John. Be there in 10'

I showed the text to Dan. It was clear we had no choice but to get there. It was on the opposite side of town, the place where you'll find shady bars and strip clubs. As I drove there Dan sent a message to his mom that he would be late because he was having dinner at my place.

We parked on a gravel field and found the red door on the side. It had a hanging halogen light and a sign on the side that said: Personal only. We knocked on the door and a large bouncer kind of guy let us in.

“You the friends of Stacy?” He said as he spits Tobacco in a cup.

“Yes, Sir, she told us that you would tell us what to do.”

He looked at us and asked: “You of legal age? Let me see an ID.”

We both opened our wallets and showed him our Driving licences. The tone of his voice and the need to see our IDs was not a good start at all. He looked at them and then back at our faces and handed them back. “Follow me.” He said.

He showed us to a corridor with multiple doors. Showed one to Dan and motioned him to get in. Then he took me to the one at the end of the corridor and let me in. The room was tiny, had a beaten up chair on the side, and a hook where to hang your coat. A red light bulb was giving up some faint light.

“You familiar with how a glory hole works?” The bouncer guy asked.

“I am not sure sir.” was all I could mumble back

“You unzip your pants and place your Willy through that hole in the wall”. On the other side, there will be someone to serve you.

This was starting to be too much, yet at least I would be the one being served. I looked at him and nodded. He pointed at the clock on the wall and told me. “I’ll be back in 15. Be patient, customers might take a while to show up.”

With that, he closed the door. I glanced at the clock. It was 6 PM. I opened up my zipper and tried to look through the hole. Yet it was dark on the other side and I could not distinguish much. I could hear some voices on the other side and muted music.

I looked up and realized I did not have many options, and so went my honor down a hole in the wall. My dick was flaccid, yet I inserted it into the hole. At least the hole had a padding and was more or less at my height. It almost felt like peeing and I had to contain my needs.

After a minute or two I heard some voices behind it and felt a hand stroking me. Involuntarily I started to get hard, despite the lack of visual feedback. I decided to close my eyes and go with the flow. As I was doing that I realized that there was a camera on the ceiling pointing at me.

Whoever was on the other side was good at stroking me. After a minute I was getting hard. And just then I felt a mouth grab my head. I closed my eyes and had flashes of Mrs. Smith giving me a blow job. I was just relaxing and going with the flow, and the flow was good.

Yet I realized whoever was jerking me off was doing it quite forcefully, not as gracefully as Mrs. Smith had done. And thus in no time, I was getting ready to blow. I felt my warm cum leaving me, and some laughter on the other side.

I thought they would let me go, but not. The hand was squeezing my member hard. It started stroking me again, to a point that it was painful. Yet somehow my member did not go flaccid, but after a moment of self doubt started to go hard again.

I felt a different hand take over, and again the humid feeling of a mouth tasting me started to overwhelm me. I had never kept jerking off when I was fapping on my own, and now I did not know what was going to happen.

Whoever was stroking me was very patient, and my member was reacting well. After a few minutes of this massaging, I felt my balls ready to discharge again. I started yelling and whoever was on the other side started pulling me harder. And in 3,2,1 I just came again.

This time I was ready and I pulled back as they were trying to get a hold of me. I sat in the chair for a minute trying to recover my energy. My balls were hurting, like when you jerk off one too much. Suddenly the door opened and the guy that had opened the doors came in. Dan was behind him.

“15 minutes are over. Time to swap with your buddy”

I looked at Dan and he had this shocked look in his eyes. He was a bit zappy looking at the hole where I had put my best part.

“It’s horrible man, I don’t know if I can keep doing this” Was all he said.

The bouncer looked at us and said:

“It is ok. Stacy told us you would cover for one hour, divided by two this makes 30 min for each of you bitches. So another 15 min and you can go.”

I realized I did not have to obey, yet as I was pondering my options a text message from Stacy rang on my phone:

I am watching you guys. You are not getting off the hook easy, do the rest of the time and I might be merciful with your ass.

The bouncer took me to the room where Dan had been a while ago. As I walked in I realized why was Dan so horrified. In this room, the action was in reverse. I could see two hard and hairy dicks sticking through their respective holes.

A box of tissues, a big jar of cream, and a bar stool completed the decoration. The big clock, webcam and bad lighting seemed to be standard. The guy looked at me and said, “I guess I do not need to explain what you need to do. Customers like full service, so use your lips too.”

I sat down and I swear that I could hear the laugh of Stacy through the camera…

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