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Back when I was a single sailor in San Diego, down the street from the Plaza where the underground restroom and four-corner bus stop is located, is a sleazy movie theater, one of dozens. But this straight movie theater had
an upstairs bathroom with a communal urinal trough and two toilets with a glory hole. And showed really lousy movies. I spent many hours in there after I got drunk on base (still not old enough to drink out in town).
A short, fat white boy with a moon face and close-cropped blonde hair came into the restroom. His eyes lit up when he spied me. He made a beeline for the adjacent stall and immediately pulled out a short, fat cock and just let it dangle. Didn't touch it, didn't piss. Nothing. He was waiting for me to put my finger through the hole, which didn't take more than ten seconds of staring at his circumcised milky white dick.
His reaction to my finger was to stand in front of my stall in exactly the same position, his ghostly white dickhead inches away from my mouth. I immediately sucked it in, and he let out a soft moan. I took in three
inches of fat veiny white shaft and began stroking his soft cock with my lips, my tongue whirling around underneath. He lengthened and thickened immediately, and I had a fat six inches of hard sailor cock in my mouth. I
recognized this young man as one of my fellow shipmates, but he didn't seem to recognize me. He was probably at least five years older than me but still young. I was sure he would remember me the next time we met. I intended to give him my very best blowjob. I pumped my mouth up and down on his cock and he moaned and wiggled. I knew how much we all jacked off on the ship and it was obvious to me that he hadn't gotten off for at least a couple of days. After two minutes of steady, uninterrupted sucking his whole fat body began quivering, he threw his head back and began shooting thick ropes of cum all over the back of my tongue.
His spurts were slow and determined--he had a lot of cum to unload, and I had given him a lot of stimulation. I swallowed each rope slowly and deliberately.
We had the luxury of being uninterrupted throughout his entire cum, and even a full minute afterwards, during which I used my mouth and both hands to squeeze and siphon every drop I could coax out of the head of his dick, which remained hugely out of proportion to his soft cock, probably because of the intense squeezing I was applying to his shaft.
He scurried out after I had drained him completely dry. Less than five minutes later, an old black man wearing a brown fedora came in and stood at the urinal. I had a full side-on view of him as he unzipped his baggy brown pants and flopped out an eight-inch wonder. Perfectly smooth, jet black and uncut. His head was not visible. I intended to see it in great detail.
For an old man with grey hair he delivered a powerful stream of piss into the urinal. For the first time he looked directly at me. My dick was getting hard, rising up between my legs. He grinned.
By the time he shook out the last of his piss from that soft monster and sidled slowly up to my stall, I was fully hard and my dick was throbbing with my pulse. I hadn’t even touched it. But then I was only 18.
With the old man staring down at me I engulfed half of his huge soft dick on the first try. I could taste his piss and squeezed his dick to get it all. Then I positioned it, took a breath and forced in the other four inches. It was totally limp and bulging out my cheeks with its sheer volume. Oh my God.
The fat boy had been a nice piece of dick candy but this was the real deal. I massaged his dick with my mouth and tongue, keeping all of it in stuffed in my mouth. He was still limp, which I loved. I continued to be his human flesh light, loving every second of it. He was too well-dressed and smelled too good to be homeless-just an old black gentleman taking advantage of a free blowjob from a cute young white boy.
After a minute of worshiping his huge soft dick, he began to get hard and his dick began forcing itself out of my mouth, inch by inch. He got much thicker but not any longer. When he was fully hard I could only take half of it in my mouth, but before the real fun began I wanted to see his dickhead.
I slowly backed off and took a close look, holding him in one hand. My other hand was on my own dick. His head was huge and pink, satiny smooth. The piss slit was huge. He whispered down at me, “You like that boy?” I nodded. “I know that. White boys love sucking my big old dick. All the time. White gals too. Suck me good and I’ll give you what you want.”
Hell yea. I took a breath and sucked that wonderful old dick down til that huge head was at the entrance to my throat then leaned forward and squeezed it down. His skinny legs buckled. I took his thick shaft down my throat til his balls were against my chin and I had a face full of grey kinky pubes. “Oh my lord, suck that dick baby boy Imma give you the biggest load of cum you ever swallowed!” He cried. He already knew white boys always swallowed a black mans cum.
I was close to cumming without even touching myself. I had practiced holding my breath for two minutes, and I lovingly pistoned his old black cock with my hot mouth, slowing down at the entrance of my throat to squeeze his big dickhead back and forth and back and forth before plunging back down. He moaned and grunted each time I did my little trick. Like toothpaste through a tube.
“Ohhhh baby.” He moaned at last. “You suck so fuckin good. You gone and done it now. Get ready for a big muthafuckin’ load.” I went down to the base of his dick, savagely pounding it with two-inch strokes, his pubes went up my nose on each down stroke. His huge dick began to throb, he fell forwards so that I had help support him, and as I took him all the way down he began to pump long, slow wads of cum four inches down my throat that I gulped down, again and again. God, that old black man could cum. Leaning against me for support he moaned and grunted and throbbed for so long I was afraid at one point that I might kill him with my blowjob. I didn't want this to happen and I lovingly held onto him and milked him as we both got what we needed so much.
When he finally stopped throbbing, I slowly backed off and with both hands and just the head of his dick in my mouth, I squeezed the cum out of his dick, getting another thick mouthful. He was nearly limp by then and I sucked him for another minute while he regained his strength. I couldn’t get enough. Finally, he gently pulled that eight inches of soft, wet black dick from my mouth and it flopped down. “You one sweet white boy.” He said. “Best fuckin' blowjob I ever got in my life. I'm here every Friday night. Hope I be seein’ you again.” He patted my cheek. I was in love. Rest assured I was on that toilet seat a lot of Friday nights after that.
Ten minutes after he left the fat white sailor boy was coming through the door again. His moon face and watery blue eyes fascinated me as he stood in front of me once again and without any effort on my part, I had the
same limp, fat white cock dangling in my face again. I was incredibly horny from what had just happened to me, and I dove on his cock with a ferocity which surprised him. He was just as thick and juicy the second time around, and I thoroughly enjoyed transforming his fat stubby dick into a beer can for the second time. It was a particularly quiet evening in this movie theater men's room, and we remained uninterrupted once again as I took a good three minutes of my best cock sucking to siphon another load from his fat cock. The first time he shot eight full cum ropes on the back of my tongue before he began to trickle out...this time he only made five slow, excruciating spurts before he began to run dry. His balls were noticeably smaller. Three more times he managed to shoot enough cum to make me feel it, after that the last two or three spasms were dry. I took all that he had, and squeezed and sucked him dry once again.
The door slammed shut and I thought about all I had done and stroked my eight-inch dick with the oversized head. I was seriously thinking about shooting my load when the door banged open and a Mexican walked in. I know he was a Mexican because this was San Diego. I dearly loved Mexican dick. I was sucking all my Mexican classmates when I was twelve years old. I was the most popular white boy in Pacoima.
Tucking my throbbing dick between my legs, I watched as he went to the next stall and flopped a fat uncut dick out of his faded jeans. He pissed with a volume that must have splashed water everywhere for quite a while, then his dickhead dribbled for a while and he began squeezing it in one hand, more than I thought was necessary to get out the last drops. I stuck my finger through the hole and without a pause he was pushing his fat limp dick through the hole, a drop of piss on his fat brown dickhead. I sucked it out and suctioned the head of his dick for the rest.
He started getting harder and fatter and longer. I was so horny I showed him no mercy, taking his bloated dickhead down my throat as soon as he was hard enough. That made him a lot harder.
He pulled out, traumatizing me, then without zipping up stepped around and faced me in my own stall. I had passed the test, apparently. I dove on his fat brown eight inches, burying my face in his faded jeans. Meanwhile he was unbuttoning his pants, and without interrupting my rhythm except for him to pull down his shorts I had a wonderful view of two huge tree-trunk brown thighs, nearly hairless, and two huge hard balls.
Not caring who walked in, I sucked him with all the ferocity of an incredibly horny teenager. He was so happy with the blowjob I was giving him that he let me work, leaning back and staring down at me. He was in his forties, short and stocky. His dickhead was the biggest I had encountered so far tonight, and as I played my trick on him, squeezing his huge head in and out and in and out of my throat, it had a big affect on him. After about a minute of working his huge sensitive dickhead, He grabbed both of my ears and slammed his dick all the way down. I was used to this treatment from Mexican men and I was happy to let him use me. My face hit his big brown belly over and over again as he fucked my mouth. He finally slammed me down for the last time, holding me in place as he pumped thick cum down my throat for a very long time. It took longer than it had taken him to piss. He was still cumming when the fat white boy came into the bathroom for the third time that night. Neither one of us stopped what we were doing. The Mexican was cumming and I was swallowing. Ignoring the white boy, the Mexican pumped every last drop out of his pulsing cock, and finally released my ears. The white boy was standing at the urinal, his dick out. I squeezed out the last of the mexican's cum into my mouth and sucked him til he finally pulled back.
Without saying a word, my partner pulled up his jeans, zipped up and left. This fat little suck pig of a white boy was smiling shyly at me and stepping up to my stall once again. " I think I can cum one more time." He said. I told him, "You are definitely gonna cum again." I said, sucking his limp cock into my mouth.
I may have spoken too soon. His dick was shriveled up and cold. (It was winter in San Diego.) I inhaled everything he had including his scrotum and worked him over with my tongue, paying special attention to his balls. My lips were pressed up against his sweaty blonde pubes, the soft 5" in my mouth giving me no trouble at all. Knowing how drained he was, it didn't bother me at all that he remained completely soft for a full five minutes while I traced every millimeter of his cock over and over with the tip of my tongue, my lips forming a tight vacuum seal around the base of his cock. His balls were bulging out my cheeks.
All this time he stared down at me with hope and anticipation in his face, trusting that I would do everything I could to extract a third load from his sizable balls. After all, he had just seen an older Mexican man twice our age unload a pint of sperm down my throat.
He lengthened and thickened in that five minutes but remained completely soft. I was loving it. Finally, I got to him and I could feel the veins rising up on his shaft. Now we were in business. He was once again beginning to stretch the corners of my mouth with his thickness. I proceeded to play my favorite song on his skin flute, my tongue tracing each and every pulsing vein on the bottom of his shaft. He wasn't long enough for my favorite trick, but I made up for it with the attention I gave to his entire dick.
After another five full minutes of delightful sucking his hard cock (ten minutes now, more than both of his other blow jobs combined) He gave me that special moan that we both had been waiting for, and his sperm shot onto the back of my tongue for the third time in less than two hours. It gave me intense pleasure to know that I was completely draining my shipmate, and I helped him shoot his load by sucking so hard my cheeks began to ache. His egg-sized balls were both tight up under my chin, the effort of his third cum causing a sweat to break out all over his flabby white body. But he was clean and sweet-smelling, and I gulped down his cum for the third and final time. His first three spasms were thick and lumpy, after that they got watery and finally, he was shooting air. And still throbbing and spasming. I sucked him like a baby calf on his mother's tit.
His first cum, I probably got a full ounce. He had been saving it up. The second time, two-thirds as much. This last time, he could only deliver half as much, but it meant a lot more to me, knowing that this was all he had left. I had gotten it all. Nearly three ounces. Very impressive white boy. Once he recognized me on the ship he never had to jerk off again. I was happy to relieve him several times a day.
After he left, I couldn’t hold out any longer. I grabbed my dick and in a very short time I shot an enormous wad in the toilet. It looked like I was pissing. What an amazing night.
an upstairs bathroom with a communal urinal trough and two toilets with a glory hole. And showed really lousy movies. I spent many hours in there after I got drunk on base (still not old enough to drink out in town).
A short, fat white boy with a moon face and close-cropped blonde hair came into the restroom. His eyes lit up when he spied me. He made a beeline for the adjacent stall and immediately pulled out a short, fat cock and just let it dangle. Didn't touch it, didn't piss. Nothing. He was waiting for me to put my finger through the hole, which didn't take more than ten seconds of staring at his circumcised milky white dick.
His reaction to my finger was to stand in front of my stall in exactly the same position, his ghostly white dickhead inches away from my mouth. I immediately sucked it in, and he let out a soft moan. I took in three
inches of fat veiny white shaft and began stroking his soft cock with my lips, my tongue whirling around underneath. He lengthened and thickened immediately, and I had a fat six inches of hard sailor cock in my mouth. I
recognized this young man as one of my fellow shipmates, but he didn't seem to recognize me. He was probably at least five years older than me but still young. I was sure he would remember me the next time we met. I intended to give him my very best blowjob. I pumped my mouth up and down on his cock and he moaned and wiggled. I knew how much we all jacked off on the ship and it was obvious to me that he hadn't gotten off for at least a couple of days. After two minutes of steady, uninterrupted sucking his whole fat body began quivering, he threw his head back and began shooting thick ropes of cum all over the back of my tongue.
His spurts were slow and determined--he had a lot of cum to unload, and I had given him a lot of stimulation. I swallowed each rope slowly and deliberately.
We had the luxury of being uninterrupted throughout his entire cum, and even a full minute afterwards, during which I used my mouth and both hands to squeeze and siphon every drop I could coax out of the head of his dick, which remained hugely out of proportion to his soft cock, probably because of the intense squeezing I was applying to his shaft.
He scurried out after I had drained him completely dry. Less than five minutes later, an old black man wearing a brown fedora came in and stood at the urinal. I had a full side-on view of him as he unzipped his baggy brown pants and flopped out an eight-inch wonder. Perfectly smooth, jet black and uncut. His head was not visible. I intended to see it in great detail.
For an old man with grey hair he delivered a powerful stream of piss into the urinal. For the first time he looked directly at me. My dick was getting hard, rising up between my legs. He grinned.
By the time he shook out the last of his piss from that soft monster and sidled slowly up to my stall, I was fully hard and my dick was throbbing with my pulse. I hadn’t even touched it. But then I was only 18.
With the old man staring down at me I engulfed half of his huge soft dick on the first try. I could taste his piss and squeezed his dick to get it all. Then I positioned it, took a breath and forced in the other four inches. It was totally limp and bulging out my cheeks with its sheer volume. Oh my God.
The fat boy had been a nice piece of dick candy but this was the real deal. I massaged his dick with my mouth and tongue, keeping all of it in stuffed in my mouth. He was still limp, which I loved. I continued to be his human flesh light, loving every second of it. He was too well-dressed and smelled too good to be homeless-just an old black gentleman taking advantage of a free blowjob from a cute young white boy.
After a minute of worshiping his huge soft dick, he began to get hard and his dick began forcing itself out of my mouth, inch by inch. He got much thicker but not any longer. When he was fully hard I could only take half of it in my mouth, but before the real fun began I wanted to see his dickhead.
I slowly backed off and took a close look, holding him in one hand. My other hand was on my own dick. His head was huge and pink, satiny smooth. The piss slit was huge. He whispered down at me, “You like that boy?” I nodded. “I know that. White boys love sucking my big old dick. All the time. White gals too. Suck me good and I’ll give you what you want.”
Hell yea. I took a breath and sucked that wonderful old dick down til that huge head was at the entrance to my throat then leaned forward and squeezed it down. His skinny legs buckled. I took his thick shaft down my throat til his balls were against my chin and I had a face full of grey kinky pubes. “Oh my lord, suck that dick baby boy Imma give you the biggest load of cum you ever swallowed!” He cried. He already knew white boys always swallowed a black mans cum.
I was close to cumming without even touching myself. I had practiced holding my breath for two minutes, and I lovingly pistoned his old black cock with my hot mouth, slowing down at the entrance of my throat to squeeze his big dickhead back and forth and back and forth before plunging back down. He moaned and grunted each time I did my little trick. Like toothpaste through a tube.
“Ohhhh baby.” He moaned at last. “You suck so fuckin good. You gone and done it now. Get ready for a big muthafuckin’ load.” I went down to the base of his dick, savagely pounding it with two-inch strokes, his pubes went up my nose on each down stroke. His huge dick began to throb, he fell forwards so that I had help support him, and as I took him all the way down he began to pump long, slow wads of cum four inches down my throat that I gulped down, again and again. God, that old black man could cum. Leaning against me for support he moaned and grunted and throbbed for so long I was afraid at one point that I might kill him with my blowjob. I didn't want this to happen and I lovingly held onto him and milked him as we both got what we needed so much.
When he finally stopped throbbing, I slowly backed off and with both hands and just the head of his dick in my mouth, I squeezed the cum out of his dick, getting another thick mouthful. He was nearly limp by then and I sucked him for another minute while he regained his strength. I couldn’t get enough. Finally, he gently pulled that eight inches of soft, wet black dick from my mouth and it flopped down. “You one sweet white boy.” He said. “Best fuckin' blowjob I ever got in my life. I'm here every Friday night. Hope I be seein’ you again.” He patted my cheek. I was in love. Rest assured I was on that toilet seat a lot of Friday nights after that.
Ten minutes after he left the fat white sailor boy was coming through the door again. His moon face and watery blue eyes fascinated me as he stood in front of me once again and without any effort on my part, I had the
same limp, fat white cock dangling in my face again. I was incredibly horny from what had just happened to me, and I dove on his cock with a ferocity which surprised him. He was just as thick and juicy the second time around, and I thoroughly enjoyed transforming his fat stubby dick into a beer can for the second time. It was a particularly quiet evening in this movie theater men's room, and we remained uninterrupted once again as I took a good three minutes of my best cock sucking to siphon another load from his fat cock. The first time he shot eight full cum ropes on the back of my tongue before he began to trickle out...this time he only made five slow, excruciating spurts before he began to run dry. His balls were noticeably smaller. Three more times he managed to shoot enough cum to make me feel it, after that the last two or three spasms were dry. I took all that he had, and squeezed and sucked him dry once again.
The door slammed shut and I thought about all I had done and stroked my eight-inch dick with the oversized head. I was seriously thinking about shooting my load when the door banged open and a Mexican walked in. I know he was a Mexican because this was San Diego. I dearly loved Mexican dick. I was sucking all my Mexican classmates when I was twelve years old. I was the most popular white boy in Pacoima.
Tucking my throbbing dick between my legs, I watched as he went to the next stall and flopped a fat uncut dick out of his faded jeans. He pissed with a volume that must have splashed water everywhere for quite a while, then his dickhead dribbled for a while and he began squeezing it in one hand, more than I thought was necessary to get out the last drops. I stuck my finger through the hole and without a pause he was pushing his fat limp dick through the hole, a drop of piss on his fat brown dickhead. I sucked it out and suctioned the head of his dick for the rest.
He started getting harder and fatter and longer. I was so horny I showed him no mercy, taking his bloated dickhead down my throat as soon as he was hard enough. That made him a lot harder.
He pulled out, traumatizing me, then without zipping up stepped around and faced me in my own stall. I had passed the test, apparently. I dove on his fat brown eight inches, burying my face in his faded jeans. Meanwhile he was unbuttoning his pants, and without interrupting my rhythm except for him to pull down his shorts I had a wonderful view of two huge tree-trunk brown thighs, nearly hairless, and two huge hard balls.
Not caring who walked in, I sucked him with all the ferocity of an incredibly horny teenager. He was so happy with the blowjob I was giving him that he let me work, leaning back and staring down at me. He was in his forties, short and stocky. His dickhead was the biggest I had encountered so far tonight, and as I played my trick on him, squeezing his huge head in and out and in and out of my throat, it had a big affect on him. After about a minute of working his huge sensitive dickhead, He grabbed both of my ears and slammed his dick all the way down. I was used to this treatment from Mexican men and I was happy to let him use me. My face hit his big brown belly over and over again as he fucked my mouth. He finally slammed me down for the last time, holding me in place as he pumped thick cum down my throat for a very long time. It took longer than it had taken him to piss. He was still cumming when the fat white boy came into the bathroom for the third time that night. Neither one of us stopped what we were doing. The Mexican was cumming and I was swallowing. Ignoring the white boy, the Mexican pumped every last drop out of his pulsing cock, and finally released my ears. The white boy was standing at the urinal, his dick out. I squeezed out the last of the mexican's cum into my mouth and sucked him til he finally pulled back.
Without saying a word, my partner pulled up his jeans, zipped up and left. This fat little suck pig of a white boy was smiling shyly at me and stepping up to my stall once again. " I think I can cum one more time." He said. I told him, "You are definitely gonna cum again." I said, sucking his limp cock into my mouth.
I may have spoken too soon. His dick was shriveled up and cold. (It was winter in San Diego.) I inhaled everything he had including his scrotum and worked him over with my tongue, paying special attention to his balls. My lips were pressed up against his sweaty blonde pubes, the soft 5" in my mouth giving me no trouble at all. Knowing how drained he was, it didn't bother me at all that he remained completely soft for a full five minutes while I traced every millimeter of his cock over and over with the tip of my tongue, my lips forming a tight vacuum seal around the base of his cock. His balls were bulging out my cheeks.
All this time he stared down at me with hope and anticipation in his face, trusting that I would do everything I could to extract a third load from his sizable balls. After all, he had just seen an older Mexican man twice our age unload a pint of sperm down my throat.
He lengthened and thickened in that five minutes but remained completely soft. I was loving it. Finally, I got to him and I could feel the veins rising up on his shaft. Now we were in business. He was once again beginning to stretch the corners of my mouth with his thickness. I proceeded to play my favorite song on his skin flute, my tongue tracing each and every pulsing vein on the bottom of his shaft. He wasn't long enough for my favorite trick, but I made up for it with the attention I gave to his entire dick.
After another five full minutes of delightful sucking his hard cock (ten minutes now, more than both of his other blow jobs combined) He gave me that special moan that we both had been waiting for, and his sperm shot onto the back of my tongue for the third time in less than two hours. It gave me intense pleasure to know that I was completely draining my shipmate, and I helped him shoot his load by sucking so hard my cheeks began to ache. His egg-sized balls were both tight up under my chin, the effort of his third cum causing a sweat to break out all over his flabby white body. But he was clean and sweet-smelling, and I gulped down his cum for the third and final time. His first three spasms were thick and lumpy, after that they got watery and finally, he was shooting air. And still throbbing and spasming. I sucked him like a baby calf on his mother's tit.
His first cum, I probably got a full ounce. He had been saving it up. The second time, two-thirds as much. This last time, he could only deliver half as much, but it meant a lot more to me, knowing that this was all he had left. I had gotten it all. Nearly three ounces. Very impressive white boy. Once he recognized me on the ship he never had to jerk off again. I was happy to relieve him several times a day.
After he left, I couldn’t hold out any longer. I grabbed my dick and in a very short time I shot an enormous wad in the toilet. It looked like I was pissing. What an amazing night.
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