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.