I spotted him standing near the video viewing area, leaning against one side of the archway. He was in his mid-40s, with dark, receding close-cropped hair, a mustache, big muscular arms, chest and legs, a slight gut, and extremely hairy all over. Like most of the other patrons in the bathhouse, he was wearing only a towel around his waist. He was gazing at the gay porn video being shown, seemingly more for lack of something to do than because it turned him on. Something about him screamed STRAIGHT in large neon letters, although I of course knew that appearances can be deceiving. Besides, real straight trade in a gay bathhouse was a rarity. Still, I wasn't going to pass up a guy who looked the way he did.
I approached him and immediately started fondling his crotch. He turned and gave me a glance filled with lazy self-assurance. I said, "Do you want to come to my room?" He said, "What have you got in mind?" with a confident grin exposing a missing lower front tooth. Inside, I privately rejoiced at the certainty that he was straight, since no gay guy would ever risk being seen with missing teeth. I said, "I'll give you a blow job." His grin widened slightly and he replied, "Sounds good to me." I turned and walked down the hallway to my room and he followed.
I unlocked the door and walked in. He came in, closed the door, took off his towel and threw it on one end of the bed, then lay down on the bed with his hands behind his head and his legs apart. His cock was uncut, of average thickness and about six inches long semi-hard. I lost no time getting on the bed between his legs and wrapped my lips around his cockhead, which was already drooling precum in anticipation of the good time it was going to get. I swallowed the precum and started making love to his cock, licking the foreskin away from the head and savoring the slightest hint of cock cheese underneath, then slowly working my way down the shaft until the head of his prick went past my tonsils, tonguing the shaft all the while. He made no sound but obviously enjoyed my attentions, judging from the way his cock quickly swelled to its full eight inches in my throat. All the while, he made no move to touch me, which was perfectly OK with me, of course.
I continued sucking for about fifteen minutes. He still made no sound except for a slight quickening in his breathing. Suddenly, he grabbed my the back of my head with one rough, callused palm and started guiding it up and down his shaft. With each downward push, his crotch rose up slightly to meet my head halfway, cramming his entire penis into my struggling but eager throat with each thrust and crushing my lips on his pubic hair, which had the smell of clean male sweat -- undoubtedly the sweat of a blue-collar guy, and better than poppers any day in my book.
Every couple of minutes or so, he would push my head down and plant his hand on the back of it to prevent me from pulling away, and he would keep his cock buried in my throat that way for several seconds, no doubt savoring the sensation of my throat muscles on his cock head. He seemed to know just when to let me up for air, because he would allow me to surface and inhale just before I started turning blue. Then he would resume the pushing and thrusting. This went on for about twenty more minutes, during which I had no control over the sex act anymore -- he had taken charge completely and was using my head for his pleasure.
After a little more of this, he started speeding up the pushes and thrusts more and more, and his breaths became shorter and more urgent-sounding. My jaw was starting to get seriously tired when he grabbed my head with both hands, thrust it firmly downward and buried his cock all the way in my throat. I thought it was just the same as the other times that he had done this, until I felt his shaft pulsing rhythmically and his semen pooling slowly but steadily in the back of my throat. I swallowed frantically to keep from choking, and he continued pumping his load into my throat. I gulped and gulped, and he continued discharging until I really had to take a breath or pass out. Finally, just before I drowned, he relaxed his hold on my head and allowed me to surface.
I released his cock from my mouth and gasped for breath. A dribble of sperm spilled out of his pisshole and trickled down the shaft. I immediately forgot my distress and swooped down on his cock again, not wanting to miss even the smallest drop. The load he shot in the back of my throat had gone straight to my stomach and I hadn't tasted it, but as I kept my lips tightly sealed just under the head and swallowed the last remaining drops as they emerged out of the slowly softening shaft, I savored the flavor of his baby-makers. His load was thick, slightly bitter and totally delicious, and I could tell it was at least a good several days since he'd last had a nut. When I couldn't coax any more cum out, I started licking his shaft and pubic area thoroughly, making sure that no stray drops would go to waste.
Finally, he gave a short laugh and said, "That's as clean as it'll ever get," and gave my reluctant head a little push away from his crotch as he got up from the bed. He picked up his towel and wrapped it around his waist, walked toward the door and opened it. Just before stepping out, he turned to me and said, "Thanks," and gave me another grin that exposed his missing tooth and made my knees feel weak. "My pleasure," I managed to mumble. He went out the door and closed it behind him.
I collapsed on the bed, feeling the strange, deliciously thick and sticky sensation in my throat and savoring the aftertaste of his load. What made me weak-kneed was remembering the way he pushed my head down and made me take his semen without giving me a warning or a choice. He had a quiet power that could make anyone drop to his knees and give him unreciprocated service. He didn't have to use force or violence to make you do what he wanted -- he just took it. What a man!