[F4M] The Cock Cam

"Y'ALL READY FOR THIS???"

*DUH-NUH-NUH-DUH-DUHDUHDUH-NUHNUHNUHNUH-NAHHHHHHH*

The loud corny music blares over the speakers as Caitlyn makes her way back down to the seat she'd occupied in the front row. Basketball had never been her thing, but after her office decided the best way to celebrate the holiday season was to book a luxury box for the stadium's *ADULTS ONLY* night. She figured it was for cheaper alcohol and the rather risque outfits the dancer girls were wearing. Alcohol was flowing, but Caitlyn didn't want to get too out of her element in front of her bosses. She was mostly trying to lay low and avoid doing anything that would potentially damage her reputation.

To make matters worse, she had continually been followed around the suite by her older coworker Glen, who had been flirting with her for months. He really wasn't her type, and to be honest she could tell he wasn't even interested in a committed relationship. Typical men. She'd learned quickly on the job that you should never look in her field for a partner.

As she sits down, she can hear footsteps just behind her, and as she turns her head she sees Glen plopping down next to her.

"Great game, huh?" He says with a smile.

It wasn't.

And in fact, Caitlyn had never been a fan of basketball. Or sports really. So she couldn't speak to what a "great" game really was.

But she nods politely, taking a sip of her soda as she looks at the clock. It says its the 2nd.... it's in halves, right? Hopefully.

It's not. It's in quarters.

During a timeout the jumbo tron turns onto the *Kiss Cam*, as pink borders circle the screen and the camera pans to various couples, cutting to two older men as the stadium laughs while their cheeks turn red. Glen laughs and nudges Caitlyn gently. "Imagine if that had panned to us! My wife would have killed me!" He says with a chuckle.

Caitlyn rolls her eyes, of course he's married. Gross. She gives him that nervous laugh you give when you want someone to stop trying to make you laugh.

The game drags on as Glen stands up to grab a beer from the suite. Caitlyn had hoped that he'd be away for the rest of the game, and as halftime came and went time had passed by without a bother. She manages to get some facetime with her supervisor and figures it was time to just sit, scroll her phone, and let this thing wind down slowly without any issue.

As the game turns into the fourth quarter, Glen finds his way back down to Caitlyn, noticeably moving around with a slight sway in his step. Oh great, he's been drinking. Caitlyn rolls her eyes and nods as he sits down next to her.

For a few moments its almost quiet, and then as Caitlyn turns her head up to the jumbo tron she gasps.

There, on the screen, is a red border similar to the *Kiss Cam*, but instead, inexplicably, the text read *Cock Cam*.

And of course, the camera was trained right on her. And Glen.

She looks around, turning her head left and right rapidly. Glen almost ignores her as he stands up, pumping his fists into the air as a roar lifts up from the crowd.

What the fuck is going on? This isn't fucking real.

And then, Glen turns and lowers his zipper, pulling out his cock, making Caitlyn gasp.

It's huge. Like really fucking huge.

Caitlyn is at a loss for words, the roaring only getting louder as a chant begins to break out in the arena.

*SUCK THAT COCK! SUCK THAT COCK! SUCK THAT COCK!*

She turns her head, looking up and seeing even her coworkers chant in unison with the crowd.

She turns back, gasping as she sees Glen's massive cock dangling in front of her face on the jumbotron. She sheepishly turns her head to Glen, her head running a million miles a minute as the chanting gets louder.

"Come on baby, don't disappoint them" Glen says with a smirk across his face.

Caitlyn gingerly reaches out, softly gripping his cock as she starts to slowly stroke it, unsure if she's making a huge mistake as she looks back at the screen and jumps in shock as she watches herself stroke him.

*SUCK THAT COCK! SUCK THAT COCK! SUCK THAT COCK!*

She shrugs her shoulders, lifting her lips up as she softly flicks her tongue across his tip.

The crowd erupts, shaking the floor beneath her as her tongue touches his head. His uncut tip. She pulls his foreskin back slightly, flicking his exposed tip as the roar repeats, and she slowly flicks her tongue in a circle around him. She turns her eyes to the jumbo tron, watching and feeling herself shake inside as she sees his fat cock pressed against her tongue.

She drops to her knees from her seat in front of him, wrapping her lips around his shaft and bobbing her head back and forth, looking up at him and then back at the jumbo tron, gripping his cock tightly with her hand as she pumps it back in forth in sync with her lips.

Her tongue stays pressed against the base of his cock, her lips producing a soft gagging noise as his tip brushes against the back of her throat.

The roaring gets louder, and a rhythmic clapping begins to break out in the arena.

*CLAP.......CLAP......CLAP...CLAP...CLAP..CLAP..CLAP*

Caitlyn's movements gets faster as the clapping does. She can feel Glen begin to twitch and leak in her mouth. She only pumps her hands faster.

*CLAP..CLAP.CLAP.CLAP.CLAPCLAPCLAP*

As the crowd roars, the clap growing in intensity, Caitlyn feels Glen's cock twitch wildly and then unload into her mouth. His cock pulses on camera as the crowd roars loudly, breaking to their feet in a standing ovation.

Caitlyn turns to the jumbo tron and sticks her tongue out, showing Glen's thick load still resting on her tongue. She smiles, and the arena roars loudly. Glen slouches down into his chair, and she closes her mouth and swallows, showing off her final move to the crowd's delight.

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Who gets on the cock cam at the next game?