Went to the movie arcade around three o'clock. Right in front of me as I walked in was a guy with a big build, late forties, a little out of shape but a guy who had obviously worked out a lot. His neck was really thick and he had short hair. He was the really masculine, rough type to whom I am attracted.
He went straight upstairs to the "male room," which surprised me, so I followed him. He went into a booth and I took the one next to him. Before going in, we each looked at each other for just a second. And in that second and without words he clearly established his dominance and I acknowledged him to be The Man, to whose appearent need for a blow job I would subsequently willingly submit. No words were spoken but each of us understood.
We closed the door to our seperate booths and he just stuck it through as if he owned the place. He was already hard and had a six incher that was thick but short enough for me to really take it all the way in without gagging. He was telling me to suck it and said other abusive stuff to me while I blew him, but I couldn't hear it clearly. So I deep-throated him until he spurted in my mouth about five minutes later.
He seemed like he was working up to come twice during the suckjob, and on the third time, he just let it rip. Big load. Straight-identified guy. He thanked me afterwards and left abruptly.