Before tonight, I had never even had sexual thoughts about another guy, and here I was on my knees with a massive black dick resting in my unresisting...mouth, the back of my lips resting on the head of his cock. I closed my eyes and tried not to think about what was going on. "We know its hard for you," he said, looking down at me. I looked up at him, then my eyes traced down his body and on to the shaft of his dick, "A lot of thoughts must be going through your head right now."He swiveled his. Slowly I pull my cock from between your legs, away from your now wet hole. I let the head to it slide slowly up through the trough of your buttocks until it is lying flat against you again. You can feel the head pulsing at the top of the crack of your ass. Taking you by the shoulders, I turn you around to face me. Gently I push you gently down and back on the bed. Only half reclining, I lay down on the bed beside you and slowly trace the contours of your body with one hand. Sliding it up your. No one will tell me how she is," Victor replied."We had no idea she was in there. What's her name, and I will check on her," he said."Her name is Amber Lee. She dresses Goth, and she lives in my apartment building but on the eighth floor, apartment 806," Victor said."You say she was in the store? What was she doing?" he asked as he wrote the address down."She was helping me put all the comics away. I assume she is not in the hospital here, or you would have had a different response when I asked. I could not believe a place existed and I saved the newspaper. To make a long story short, I arranged with my employer to have me take a business trip to San Francisco a few weeks later after my discovery. I finally arrived in SF and I found the theatre. I remember walking past the entrance, twice, but did not have the balls to walk in. There was traffic on Post Street in front of the theatre and people would stare at you to see if you would actually walk in. I was nervous and I didn’t want.