Date: Thu, 30 Aug 2012 18:21:46 -0400 (EDT)
From: suck4straight@aol.com
Subject: desperate noontime encounter

I just scored at the 24-hour porno dvd place, which has some individual
movie booths in the back, a few of which have glory holes. I don't go to
the porno stores in Chelsea, because they are perceived as "too gay" for
the kind of guys I like to service, so I headed east a few blocks to the
flatiron district, where there is a small porno place that doesn't appear
to be catering to gays.



There was nobody there, so I was going to leave when a well-built black guy
in his thirties or early forties came into the place. He made eye contact
with me--a real dominant gaze. So I turned around and followed him into the
back where the booths are. He was wearing dark blue work pants and matching
shirt--maybe part of a uniform. He made eye contact with me again and then
went into a booth. I went into the next booth. He put in some money and
stood there, flipping channels for a while, until he came to a really loud
one, where the girl was crying out every time the guy thrust it in. He
unzipped and pulled out a completely erect dick, I got down on my knees and
whispered through the hole, "I'm a sperm eater, man."


Without hesitation, he stuck it through as far as he could. It must have
been about eight and a half inches long, man--a really thick cock with
bulging veins and a monstrous head dripping with fluid precum. I bet the
guy hadn't come all weekend, and now he just couldn't stand it any longer
and so he comes to the porno place during his lunch break to let some queer
drain his balls on the down low. Because his erect cock curved slightly
downwards, I could really swallow it deep, taking it first to the back of
my throat, and then, by relaxing I could swallow it all the way down to the
root.  He moaned.


I had to come up for air every so often, and would alternate between
vigorous rhythmic sucking, his dick head hitting the back of my throat, and
then every once in a while, swallowing it all the way down. After a few
minutes of this, I could tell he was getting close, because his dick was
swelling way up, and when I knew he was about to cum, I swallowed it again
and he shot off deep in my gullet. He had a really big load and I had to
hold my breath -- I almost fainted from lack of oxygen.


Afterwards, he pulled out hurriedly, started wiping himself off and getting
zipped up, like he was nervous and embarrassed and just wanted to get the
fuck outta there. I was still on my knees, jerking my dick wildly because I
had been concentrating on him so much I hadn't yet gotten myself off. As he
was getting ready to leave, I whispered through the hole, "Thank you, sir!"
He didn't respond.



I came all over the floor just as he was walking out the door of the booth.


Even though it seems like just a blow job, this was, for me, a
sadomasochistic act because of the psychological dynamics involved. I felt
real cheap and low and dirty, going to the filthy movie booth for whoever
wanted to come in and just get his dick sucked without even so much as
having to look at the shameless cocksucker he was using to get his rocks
off. The fact that I couldn't see him during the blowjob facilitated the
fantasy--he became for me sort of a symbolic incarnation of cruel
manhood--cold, greedy, dominant, uncaring and contemptuous of me. I felt so
ashamed of myself for being the sperm eater for this frustrated horny guy,
who really didn't give a fuck about my pleasure, but just used me as a
readily-available cum dump. That sense of shame is for me extremely erotic
and intoxicating.

Most people would not consider this an S&M encounter -- not even the guy I
blew, probably.