Date: Sun, 25 Jun 2006 19:47:14 EDT
From: Suck4Straight@aol.com
Subject: gay shame

Last night it was muggy and overcast.  From time to time it rained.  I went
to the porno place and had a very hot but ultimately somewhat frustrating
encounter there with a guy there who was real dominant. He was stocky and a
little overweight, maybe late thirties or early forties.

He called me a cocksucker and a bitch once he found out that he could get
away with it.  He had a big dick, maybe nine inches long and it curved down
when he got an erection so I knew I could deep throat him easily there. I
took him all the way in.  When his dick got to the back of my throat I just
"changed gears" and took it down the gullet.  This wouldn't have worked
with most guys (whose erections curve up). He acted like nobody had ever
taken him in this way (what a shame if it's true). He wanted to just keep
it down there, but I had to hold my breath and needed to come up for air
from time to time.

He fucked me in the mouth for a while, sputtering verbiage that I could
only partly hear, every once in a while wanting me to swallow it again for
him.  At one point, he put his balls through.  They were really drooping
from the heat and humidity and were all sweaty.  I "cleaned them off" for
him with my tongue like he told me to.

I worked on him for maybe fifteen minutes altogether, but then he ran out
of dollars.  He got down by the hole and asked if I had a place nearby. I
said I did, but my lover was at home (actually, he was at work).  He said
he lived in Jersey with his wife and so his place was no good.  He said, by
way of explanation I guess, that she didn't let him dominate her to the
extent he wanted her to. He said he had a fantasy of having his armpits
licked out, but she was grossed out by this.  I told him that I would be
happy to lick out his sweaty pits if I had a place to go.

We split my last few dollars to buy some more time--he wanted to deep
throat me again so I let him. This was accompanied by the muffled sounds of
incomprehensible verbiage, whose tone of contempt, however, was
unmistakable.  He never came but I squirted with his dick down my throat in
those last few minutes with him talking to me that way.  My inability to
breathe because of his cock pushed down my throat gave my orgasm an almost
hallucinogenic quality. I almost fainted.

I knew that if I had brought him home I could probably have just been his
slave for hours--that's what he wanted. That's what I wanted too.  But I
was afraid to do it.  I mean, who was this guy? Was sex all he wanted?
What if he had a knife? I mean, my gut feeling was that he was okay, but I
have been mistaken before. In the porno booths I felt safe.  Bringing him
home was something else.

If my partner were home, I would probably have brought the guy home,
because I would have felt less threatened with two of us there to
counteract any craziness on his part.  I bet the guy would really have been
in nirvana with two guys working him--one sucking him, while the other one
licked his armpits, sucked his toes, shit like that. Too bad.  It would
probably have been wild.