San Diego Vacation Part 1
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There was a sleazy, all night movie theater in the Plaza, downtown San Diego in the seventies. Straight movies, not porn. Triple feature movies for a buck. A young sailor who got drunk on base because he was only 18 could buy a bottle of popper and hang out in the nasty theater restroom all night long. Much cheaper than a peepshow.
It was upstairs and had two stalls with a gloryhole and two urinals in front of the stalls. No doors. My kind of place.
I was sitting in the left hand stall which gave a better view of the two urinals. At this time of night, I had about a 95% chance of sucking any dick that dangled in front of the urinals. Some homeless guys would hang out in the theater all night, sleeping in their seat and coming upstairs every couple of hours for another blowjob. They would be completely drained and still keep coming up the stairs and dangling totally limp dicks in my face. Sucking their limp dicks was a good way to pass the time while I waited for my next catch. One guy would doze off on one of the toilet seats and invite me to kneel between his legs and suck him off while he slept.
I was working one of these homeless guys at about three in the morning, a very tall, skeleton-thin old man in his sixties, with a thin, long white dick. He had already cum twice this evening and was desperately trying to pump out one more load in my hungry18 year old mouth. I had his whole limp eight inches stuffed in my mouth, working him over with my tongue while I slowly pumped my own dick.
When In walked another old man, this one was very black. Also, in his sixties. He had snow white hair, which made his face look even blacker. I had never seen him before, but he looked to be homeless as well. The old man I was sucking didn’t give a shit and continued to stand front of me, his pants unzipped, and his dick buried in my mouth. Maybe they knew each other.
The old black man looked around the old white man and stared right into my eyes, my mouth stuffed with limp dick, my face buried in his nasty old white bush. He grinned at me with snow-white teeth and stepped over to the left urinal, where he could look sideways and see the show. I had been sitting on the toilet, but now I dropped down to my knees on the floor, pushing the old white man back so the black man could get a better view.
I wanted that black dick, so I had to get to work. This would be the old white man’s third load. It would be tough, but he obviously wasn’t going anywhere until I made his cum one more time. I had sucked him off dozens of times, and he always shot big loads. Getting a third one would just take longer. The black man wasted no time unzipping and flopping out a fat jet-black, silky-smooth uncut dick. He held it with one hand and let loose a huge stream of piss. His plumbing appeared to be in good working order. I was so glad. The old white man was staring at the huge black dick. I could feel him swelling in my mouth.
I started sliding my lips up and down the old white dick, feeling the warts rubbing on my lips from various places on his shaft. Using suction, pressure and a lot of tongue action, I made him hard. The black man was watching me work, his old dick shooting what seemed like a gallon of piss into the urinal. I could see it swelling up as well. It doesn’t get any better.
My loyal readers know by now that I’m pretty good. I resurrected this skinny, ugly old white man to a hard eight inches, working him so hard that he was grunting and gasping for air. Hopefully, I wouldn’t kill him with my sucking before he shot his load. The black man had finally run out of piss and was now slowly pumping a fat ten inches, piss dribbling from a pink head that was now peeking out of his foreskin.
The door opened and a tall, handsome black boy came in, about my age. Head nearly shaved, he was probably a marine. He was also very black, and muscular. Nobody stopped what they were doing, and he was shocked, but still closed the door behind him. The old black man turned to face him, holding his long black dick in his hand, grinning. “It’s all good, boy. He like suckin’ dick’ He said. Somewhat reassured, and now a little curious, the boy gave me a funny look then stepped up to the other urinal, unzipping.
Now there was a line. The old white man apparently liked having an audience, because he started getting harder, his dickhead swelling up in my mouth. I dove down and popped it into my throat, making him gasp. I pistoned my face into his old grey bush and he finally let out a wail and pulled me into his crotch with both hands. The boy was staring, his dick hard as a rock. It was eight inches long and thick as a beer can, cut and beautiful.
The old man started Cumming, and his legs gave out. The young marine held him up and I pulled back far enough on his dick so I could taste his load. I was surprised. His cum was thick and lumpy, as much as his other two loads. He groaned and strained for a full thirty seconds, his cum oozing slowly out in clumps. The black boy was holding him up with one arm and jerking his dick with the other. He was totally limp before he finished Cumming but was still pumping it out. That was it for him. Jesus. Three loads. I realized now that I had been here for six hours.
I had started the evening off by dining on a very fat Mexican dick on a very fat Mexican guy, who just couldn’t get enough of me. He was six inches long but so thick he stretched my mouth painfully before I got used to it. He shot three huge thick loads in my mouth over a two hour period before I finally drained him. Each time he came he would hold me in place with both hands and grunt like a pig again and again as he fed me each wad. Who says you can’t get anything worthwhile for a buck anymore? For the one dollar price of admission he could have all the free blowjobs he wanted, and I could suck dick to my heart’s content. The owners knew what was going on but considered it a boost to their business. In the wee hour’s guys were coming there primarily to get sucked off. I had never had any competition for resident cocksucker. I owned the place. I’d been cruising here for months. Hardly anyone came through the door that I hadn’t sucked off. But these two black dicks were new to me. Yum.
As soon as the old guy could stand on his own, He whispered, ‘thanks, buddy. I needed that.’
‘So did I’ I replied. I tucked his wet, limp dick back into his pants and zipped him up. Three loads of thick nasty cum from this old skinny white guy with his big, hanging balls. He was empty.
When he left, I was finally facing my heart’s desire- a white-haired old black man with ten limp inches dangling between his legs and a young hot black marine with a rock hard eight-inch dick, throbbing and pointing straight up.
The boy, with respect for his elders, backed up but the old man took his arm and stopped him. ‘You go ‘head boy. I can see you need your dick sucked bad. You go first and I’ll watch.’ This sounded great to me.
Now that they had decided who I would suck first, I couldn’t wait to do my part. On my knees with my pants around my ankles, I looped an arm around each of the boy’s big muscular thighs and drew him to me, taking his rock hard dick down to the base. I had had a lot of mouth and throat exercise with the old white guy, plenty of mouth stretching from the fat Mexican, and some good times with three of my other regulars who had really big dicks, each of them coming back for seconds. All three of them were Mexican laborers, healthy and horny. Tonight had been a really good night for Mexican dick. Nine loads in all. This boy with his smooth, shiny black cock went down smooth and easy.
He sighed, letting out his breath in a low hiss. I took quick two-inch strokes, slamming my lips into his jet-black, wiry pubes with each down stroke. ‘Hell yeah, white boy, suck that black dick. That’s what you young white boys are good at.’ The old man said, squeezing his fat dick.
I would have agreed, but my mouth was full. At least in my case, this 18 year old white boy was doing what he loved best. I nodded in agreement and started taking longer strokes on the young marine’s magnificent dick, keeping only the head in my mouth before sliding my lips back down. He was hard as a bar of iron.
His stamina was incredible. I sucked and sucked his huge dick, working every inch of it with my tongue as I slid up and down its length. He was in another world, head thrown back, shirt pulled up to his chest. I undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down to mid-thigh. His thighs were huge and muscular. His belly was rock hard. After ten minutes of my best sucking, he was still rock hard and still digging his blowjob. I was starting to get tired. Remember, I had been sucking dick on and off for about six hours. f******n loads in all-two from the duty manager, but more about him later. Not complaining, I’m just saying.
After another five minutes, I was dripping sweat and breathing heavy. The old man’s eyes were popping out of his head, he was so turned on by the show. I was on my knees, my pants around my ankles, my shirt off and hanging on a hook. I was jerking my dick with the same rhythm I was using on the black boys’ dick. I was naked and very white.
The old man was hard from watching, and his dick had ballooned to a thick ten inches, his uncut head huge and pink. He was working it vigorously with his hand but being careful not to cum. Better not. That load was mine.
After yet another five minutes, I was nearly exhausted and I did something I had never done. I begged. I leaned back on my haunches and looked up at the sweating boy. ‘Please, I love sucking your dick so much, but I can’t take anymore. I want you to cum in my mouth. Please give it to me. ‘
‘Yeah, boy he done worn out from suckin’ that strong young black dick. Time to give him what he want.’ The old man added. ‘Give that white boy your fuckin black man’s load.’
The young boy realized his duty. He gently took my head in his big hands and slid my mouth up and down his rock hard dick. His dick was so hard that the veins were like steel. I gave him the rhythm he wanted, and he pulled his hands away and I kept sucking at the pace he had set. I stroked my own dick at the same rhythm.
Finally he let out a big gasp, and I dove down into his sweaty black bush, pounding it with my lips. His dick started to throb. With a low loan, he released a huge load of cum that seemed to flow continuously for at least a couple of seconds. I had no problem keeping it as he shot straight down my throat.
I backed off for the second one because I wanted to taste it which was almost a mistake because it puffed out my cheeks like balloons and I almost lost some of his cum. But I definitely tasted it. Thick and sweet. I knew it would be.
The old man chuckled when he saw my cheeks bulge out with cum, and he sighed when he saw me swallow it down. He was next. I drained the perfect black boy, taking load after load of his cum in my mouth, down my throat and in my belly. Finally his dick stopped throbbing and I sucked him until he went totally limp, which took a while.
With regret I let him slide his soft, wet eight inches out of my mouth, which he tucked away. ‘Thanks, bro, I needed that.’ He whispered.
‘Not as much as me.’ I replied. ‘You were awesome. Huge fucking load. '
‘You Navy?’ I nodded. ‘I thought so. Be seein ya’ he said and left the restroom. Actually, I never saw the handsome boy again.
That was my fifteenth load. All of the hours I had spent swallowing strangers cum that night, and I had only cum once. Hours earlier, after I had swallowed the fat Mexican’s third gooey load and squeezed him for the last drop, I jerked my rock hard dick and the cum shot ten feet across the restroom. He smiled at me as he left. But that had been hours ago.
My dick was rock hard again, the head huge and purple. I hungered for the old black man’s dick. That would be my last prize for the night. He couldn’t wait to give me my prize. He stepped up with his huge dick bobbing up and down, sticking out of his pants and fed the enormous pink head into my mouth. I felt it sliding between my lips, smooth and perfect. He tasted so good. He moaned.
‘Gonna feed you good, baby boy.’ He crooned. ‘When I heard you beg that pretty black boy for his cum, I nearly shot my load. He really filled you up, didn’t he?’ I nodded, sliding my lips further down on his jet-black dick. His kinky snow-white pubes were my destination. His thick cock was getting harder in my mouth and thick black veins were beginning to pop out all over the shaft. How wonderful.
‘I got somethin’ good for you too.’ He husked. ‘I ain’t cum for two weeks, and my nuts are about to bust. Hope you still got room in your belly for an old black man’s load.’ I nodded, sucking his incredible dick and looking up in his eyes. ‘You one good white boy. Wish they was more like you around. I get little white boys and gals to suck my big black dick all the time, but white boys suck dick better. They like it more. And they swallow.'
I took my time with this old man because I wanted to enjoy him. The contrast of his snow-white kinky bush to the rest of his very black body was such an amazing turn on. He was old enough to be my grandfather and I gave him all the respect he deserved, especially his incredible dick. When I finally slid my lips down into his white bush, with his ten inches of black dick inside me, five inches of it deep in my throat, we both sighed. He was where he belonged.
I sucked him slow and easy, undoing his belt and dropping his pants down, but his legs were so skinny they went to his ankles. No worries. At nearly four in the morning we were unlikely to be interrupted. If we were, it would be a customer or the night manager wanting another blowjob. They could wait their turn. I had sucked off the night manager twice that evening, and he would want one more before he got off shift. By now my regular readers know how insatiable I am.
But this wonderful old black man. Old and sweet and hot. We were no longer two separate individuals. We were working in perfect harmony, me exploring his ten inches of sixty-year old black dick with my mouth, lips and tongue, and him enjoying every bit of pleasure I could give him. He was much thicker and longer than the young boy and was getting ready to unload.
After all the hours of sucking, I was deepthroating his huge cock easily, and he was really enjoying it. He was continuously mumbling endearments to me, and I was giving him all the pleasure I could. Seldom do two people, especially perfect strangers, work together so well to achieve a common goal. We both wanted him to cum.
‘I’m gonna cum baby.' All good things must come to an end. 'You get ready now, ‘cause it’s gonna be big and you gotta take the whole load.' I looked in his eyes and nodded. My grandaddy. His big black dick got rock hard and I took the whole wonderful ten inches down. I felt it throb. But he didn’t want that. He had his own idea for his favorite fantasy. He took my head in both hands and pulled me back till I had five of his ten inches in my mouth, staring up at his face. His rock hard black shaft sticking out from between my lips, ending in his snow white bush.
‘Take my load, pretty white boy. I'm cummin.’ He grunted and a gush of sixty-year old sperm cells pumped my cheeks up like a balloon. He had seen that happen with the black boy and he wanted it for himself. Happy to oblige. One huge gulp and down it went. Thick and sticky. All those excited black sperm cells in my belly were asking wtf happened. Where’s the motherfucking egg?
His next pump filled my mouth but didn’t puff out my cheeks. I lovingly gulped it down. Had to swallow two more times to get down all the thick, lumpy cum that was sticking in my throat, but he was slowing down, and I could handle the new loads. And they just seemed to keep Cumming. When he shot his sixth wad, I shot my own load six feet across the stall without even touching myself. Spurt after spurt. My balls were draining as I drained the old black man’s balls.
He wasn’t k**ding, he had two weeks’ worth of cum backed up and I had made him as hot as he could get. He grunted and pumped as long as he could till after ten wads he finally collapsed against my face, and I held him up. His lower body and legs and dick were going through some muscle spasms, and I helped him through it, feeling his huge cock softening in my mouth. I felt all ten inches shrinking, softening. But still a limp ten inches. Black men are wonderful that way.
I pulled back, grabbed his huge soft cock with both hands, and squeezed. A big pearly drop of cum appeared at the end of his dickhead and I stared at him and swallowed it. He took my face in both hands. ‘You one sweet motherfuckin white boy. I love that you cummed just from suckin my old black dick. We gonna be good friends from now on.’
I nodded and sucked on the head of his dick. We met many times after that, and he pumped his cum into my adoring mouth over and over. Sometimes he would invite me to his tiny apartment that he shared with another old black man, and I would spend all evening sucking them both off.
After I kissed his dickhead for the last time and we said our goodbyes, about five minutes later, while I still sat loitering on the toilet, the duty manager came in for his third blowjob. He would be going off shift in 30 minutes, which meant it was nearly five. Holy shit.
He knew exactly what kind of young white boy I was, because the first time he invited me to his tiny little office to suck him off under his desk, he showed me the feed from a camera he had set up in the restroom. It was mounted overhead and gave an excellent view of my favorite stall. Turns out he used to manage a video peepshow, and he would put hidden cameras in the stalls and tape the action. The particular tape he had running was me on my knees sucking a huge veiny Mexican dick. He had a whole cabinet of VCR tapes, most of them were of me sucking dick after dick, including his. He would jerk off to them through his whole shift, only stopping to come up to the restroom to empty his balls in my mouth again and again while he taped it. I took every one of his loads.
He was white with reddish skin covered with freckles and ginger short hair, at least 300 pounds, and he was to be my last meal of the night-load number s*******n. He told me when he saw me swallow the old black mans' load he almost shot his wad. Thank God the internet was not around back then. I would have been everywhere.
His loads were always big, even when they were his third, or sometimes his fourth. You really get to know a guy when you suck his dick for the fourth time. It takes quite a while. Really personal. Real teamwork is required to get out that fourth load.
His dick was as thick as a beer can, six inches long and red with a purple head, circumcised and very veiny. I knew every vein. I inhaled him to his rusty red pubes, and he took my head the way he liked and fucked my mouth with his fat dick. As always, it didn’t take him long to cum as he usually watched me finish three of four guys off, jerking his own dick all the while, before he came to see me again. I was pretty much his own personal fleshlight.
After about two minutes without a word between us he started pumping his last load of the night between my sucking lips. It was very respectable; It took two big swallows to get it down. His cum tasted pleasant, and I enjoyed swallowing it. Small price to pay for all the fun he allowed me to have three or four nights a week.
He was my last of the night and I held on to him, sucking his softening dick till he pulled it out of my mouth, his head still huge.
‘You’re the only reason I keep working around this place.’ He said, zipping up. ‘You had a really good night tonight, I enjoyed it all. Four Mexicans, two black guys and an old white bum.’ It turned me on he was watching me all the time, on a large color monitor he had gotten just for me. ‘I can’t believe you sucked off that fat greasy Mexican THREE times! (This coming from a fat greasy white guy) I had to come straight here and give you a load the first time he came, then again after he pumped that third one in your mouth. ‘
‘I’m here to serve.’ I said, licking my lips. No sooner had I said that, then who should walk in but the fat Mexican, returning after three hours to feed me another load. He saw the fat ginger guy standing in front of me with his limp beer can dangling in my face and he grinned and squeezed the bulge in his pants.
The night manager tucked his dick in his pants, patted my cheek and said ‘Looks like you still have some unfinished business. I’ll be seeing you.’ Yeah. And I knew what he would be seeing. As tired as I was, I had never turned down Mexican dick. Two minutes later I was sucking his fat brown beer can, and the manager was watching me in his office. I smiled at the camera.
It was upstairs and had two stalls with a gloryhole and two urinals in front of the stalls. No doors. My kind of place.
I was sitting in the left hand stall which gave a better view of the two urinals. At this time of night, I had about a 95% chance of sucking any dick that dangled in front of the urinals. Some homeless guys would hang out in the theater all night, sleeping in their seat and coming upstairs every couple of hours for another blowjob. They would be completely drained and still keep coming up the stairs and dangling totally limp dicks in my face. Sucking their limp dicks was a good way to pass the time while I waited for my next catch. One guy would doze off on one of the toilet seats and invite me to kneel between his legs and suck him off while he slept.
I was working one of these homeless guys at about three in the morning, a very tall, skeleton-thin old man in his sixties, with a thin, long white dick. He had already cum twice this evening and was desperately trying to pump out one more load in my hungry18 year old mouth. I had his whole limp eight inches stuffed in my mouth, working him over with my tongue while I slowly pumped my own dick.
When In walked another old man, this one was very black. Also, in his sixties. He had snow white hair, which made his face look even blacker. I had never seen him before, but he looked to be homeless as well. The old man I was sucking didn’t give a shit and continued to stand front of me, his pants unzipped, and his dick buried in my mouth. Maybe they knew each other.
The old black man looked around the old white man and stared right into my eyes, my mouth stuffed with limp dick, my face buried in his nasty old white bush. He grinned at me with snow-white teeth and stepped over to the left urinal, where he could look sideways and see the show. I had been sitting on the toilet, but now I dropped down to my knees on the floor, pushing the old white man back so the black man could get a better view.
I wanted that black dick, so I had to get to work. This would be the old white man’s third load. It would be tough, but he obviously wasn’t going anywhere until I made his cum one more time. I had sucked him off dozens of times, and he always shot big loads. Getting a third one would just take longer. The black man wasted no time unzipping and flopping out a fat jet-black, silky-smooth uncut dick. He held it with one hand and let loose a huge stream of piss. His plumbing appeared to be in good working order. I was so glad. The old white man was staring at the huge black dick. I could feel him swelling in my mouth.
I started sliding my lips up and down the old white dick, feeling the warts rubbing on my lips from various places on his shaft. Using suction, pressure and a lot of tongue action, I made him hard. The black man was watching me work, his old dick shooting what seemed like a gallon of piss into the urinal. I could see it swelling up as well. It doesn’t get any better.
My loyal readers know by now that I’m pretty good. I resurrected this skinny, ugly old white man to a hard eight inches, working him so hard that he was grunting and gasping for air. Hopefully, I wouldn’t kill him with my sucking before he shot his load. The black man had finally run out of piss and was now slowly pumping a fat ten inches, piss dribbling from a pink head that was now peeking out of his foreskin.
The door opened and a tall, handsome black boy came in, about my age. Head nearly shaved, he was probably a marine. He was also very black, and muscular. Nobody stopped what they were doing, and he was shocked, but still closed the door behind him. The old black man turned to face him, holding his long black dick in his hand, grinning. “It’s all good, boy. He like suckin’ dick’ He said. Somewhat reassured, and now a little curious, the boy gave me a funny look then stepped up to the other urinal, unzipping.
Now there was a line. The old white man apparently liked having an audience, because he started getting harder, his dickhead swelling up in my mouth. I dove down and popped it into my throat, making him gasp. I pistoned my face into his old grey bush and he finally let out a wail and pulled me into his crotch with both hands. The boy was staring, his dick hard as a rock. It was eight inches long and thick as a beer can, cut and beautiful.
The old man started Cumming, and his legs gave out. The young marine held him up and I pulled back far enough on his dick so I could taste his load. I was surprised. His cum was thick and lumpy, as much as his other two loads. He groaned and strained for a full thirty seconds, his cum oozing slowly out in clumps. The black boy was holding him up with one arm and jerking his dick with the other. He was totally limp before he finished Cumming but was still pumping it out. That was it for him. Jesus. Three loads. I realized now that I had been here for six hours.
I had started the evening off by dining on a very fat Mexican dick on a very fat Mexican guy, who just couldn’t get enough of me. He was six inches long but so thick he stretched my mouth painfully before I got used to it. He shot three huge thick loads in my mouth over a two hour period before I finally drained him. Each time he came he would hold me in place with both hands and grunt like a pig again and again as he fed me each wad. Who says you can’t get anything worthwhile for a buck anymore? For the one dollar price of admission he could have all the free blowjobs he wanted, and I could suck dick to my heart’s content. The owners knew what was going on but considered it a boost to their business. In the wee hour’s guys were coming there primarily to get sucked off. I had never had any competition for resident cocksucker. I owned the place. I’d been cruising here for months. Hardly anyone came through the door that I hadn’t sucked off. But these two black dicks were new to me. Yum.
As soon as the old guy could stand on his own, He whispered, ‘thanks, buddy. I needed that.’
‘So did I’ I replied. I tucked his wet, limp dick back into his pants and zipped him up. Three loads of thick nasty cum from this old skinny white guy with his big, hanging balls. He was empty.
When he left, I was finally facing my heart’s desire- a white-haired old black man with ten limp inches dangling between his legs and a young hot black marine with a rock hard eight-inch dick, throbbing and pointing straight up.
The boy, with respect for his elders, backed up but the old man took his arm and stopped him. ‘You go ‘head boy. I can see you need your dick sucked bad. You go first and I’ll watch.’ This sounded great to me.
Now that they had decided who I would suck first, I couldn’t wait to do my part. On my knees with my pants around my ankles, I looped an arm around each of the boy’s big muscular thighs and drew him to me, taking his rock hard dick down to the base. I had had a lot of mouth and throat exercise with the old white guy, plenty of mouth stretching from the fat Mexican, and some good times with three of my other regulars who had really big dicks, each of them coming back for seconds. All three of them were Mexican laborers, healthy and horny. Tonight had been a really good night for Mexican dick. Nine loads in all. This boy with his smooth, shiny black cock went down smooth and easy.
He sighed, letting out his breath in a low hiss. I took quick two-inch strokes, slamming my lips into his jet-black, wiry pubes with each down stroke. ‘Hell yeah, white boy, suck that black dick. That’s what you young white boys are good at.’ The old man said, squeezing his fat dick.
I would have agreed, but my mouth was full. At least in my case, this 18 year old white boy was doing what he loved best. I nodded in agreement and started taking longer strokes on the young marine’s magnificent dick, keeping only the head in my mouth before sliding my lips back down. He was hard as a bar of iron.
His stamina was incredible. I sucked and sucked his huge dick, working every inch of it with my tongue as I slid up and down its length. He was in another world, head thrown back, shirt pulled up to his chest. I undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down to mid-thigh. His thighs were huge and muscular. His belly was rock hard. After ten minutes of my best sucking, he was still rock hard and still digging his blowjob. I was starting to get tired. Remember, I had been sucking dick on and off for about six hours. f******n loads in all-two from the duty manager, but more about him later. Not complaining, I’m just saying.
After another five minutes, I was dripping sweat and breathing heavy. The old man’s eyes were popping out of his head, he was so turned on by the show. I was on my knees, my pants around my ankles, my shirt off and hanging on a hook. I was jerking my dick with the same rhythm I was using on the black boys’ dick. I was naked and very white.
The old man was hard from watching, and his dick had ballooned to a thick ten inches, his uncut head huge and pink. He was working it vigorously with his hand but being careful not to cum. Better not. That load was mine.
After yet another five minutes, I was nearly exhausted and I did something I had never done. I begged. I leaned back on my haunches and looked up at the sweating boy. ‘Please, I love sucking your dick so much, but I can’t take anymore. I want you to cum in my mouth. Please give it to me. ‘
‘Yeah, boy he done worn out from suckin’ that strong young black dick. Time to give him what he want.’ The old man added. ‘Give that white boy your fuckin black man’s load.’
The young boy realized his duty. He gently took my head in his big hands and slid my mouth up and down his rock hard dick. His dick was so hard that the veins were like steel. I gave him the rhythm he wanted, and he pulled his hands away and I kept sucking at the pace he had set. I stroked my own dick at the same rhythm.
Finally he let out a big gasp, and I dove down into his sweaty black bush, pounding it with my lips. His dick started to throb. With a low loan, he released a huge load of cum that seemed to flow continuously for at least a couple of seconds. I had no problem keeping it as he shot straight down my throat.
I backed off for the second one because I wanted to taste it which was almost a mistake because it puffed out my cheeks like balloons and I almost lost some of his cum. But I definitely tasted it. Thick and sweet. I knew it would be.
The old man chuckled when he saw my cheeks bulge out with cum, and he sighed when he saw me swallow it down. He was next. I drained the perfect black boy, taking load after load of his cum in my mouth, down my throat and in my belly. Finally his dick stopped throbbing and I sucked him until he went totally limp, which took a while.
With regret I let him slide his soft, wet eight inches out of my mouth, which he tucked away. ‘Thanks, bro, I needed that.’ He whispered.
‘Not as much as me.’ I replied. ‘You were awesome. Huge fucking load. '
‘You Navy?’ I nodded. ‘I thought so. Be seein ya’ he said and left the restroom. Actually, I never saw the handsome boy again.
That was my fifteenth load. All of the hours I had spent swallowing strangers cum that night, and I had only cum once. Hours earlier, after I had swallowed the fat Mexican’s third gooey load and squeezed him for the last drop, I jerked my rock hard dick and the cum shot ten feet across the restroom. He smiled at me as he left. But that had been hours ago.
My dick was rock hard again, the head huge and purple. I hungered for the old black man’s dick. That would be my last prize for the night. He couldn’t wait to give me my prize. He stepped up with his huge dick bobbing up and down, sticking out of his pants and fed the enormous pink head into my mouth. I felt it sliding between my lips, smooth and perfect. He tasted so good. He moaned.
‘Gonna feed you good, baby boy.’ He crooned. ‘When I heard you beg that pretty black boy for his cum, I nearly shot my load. He really filled you up, didn’t he?’ I nodded, sliding my lips further down on his jet-black dick. His kinky snow-white pubes were my destination. His thick cock was getting harder in my mouth and thick black veins were beginning to pop out all over the shaft. How wonderful.
‘I got somethin’ good for you too.’ He husked. ‘I ain’t cum for two weeks, and my nuts are about to bust. Hope you still got room in your belly for an old black man’s load.’ I nodded, sucking his incredible dick and looking up in his eyes. ‘You one good white boy. Wish they was more like you around. I get little white boys and gals to suck my big black dick all the time, but white boys suck dick better. They like it more. And they swallow.'
I took my time with this old man because I wanted to enjoy him. The contrast of his snow-white kinky bush to the rest of his very black body was such an amazing turn on. He was old enough to be my grandfather and I gave him all the respect he deserved, especially his incredible dick. When I finally slid my lips down into his white bush, with his ten inches of black dick inside me, five inches of it deep in my throat, we both sighed. He was where he belonged.
I sucked him slow and easy, undoing his belt and dropping his pants down, but his legs were so skinny they went to his ankles. No worries. At nearly four in the morning we were unlikely to be interrupted. If we were, it would be a customer or the night manager wanting another blowjob. They could wait their turn. I had sucked off the night manager twice that evening, and he would want one more before he got off shift. By now my regular readers know how insatiable I am.
But this wonderful old black man. Old and sweet and hot. We were no longer two separate individuals. We were working in perfect harmony, me exploring his ten inches of sixty-year old black dick with my mouth, lips and tongue, and him enjoying every bit of pleasure I could give him. He was much thicker and longer than the young boy and was getting ready to unload.
After all the hours of sucking, I was deepthroating his huge cock easily, and he was really enjoying it. He was continuously mumbling endearments to me, and I was giving him all the pleasure I could. Seldom do two people, especially perfect strangers, work together so well to achieve a common goal. We both wanted him to cum.
‘I’m gonna cum baby.' All good things must come to an end. 'You get ready now, ‘cause it’s gonna be big and you gotta take the whole load.' I looked in his eyes and nodded. My grandaddy. His big black dick got rock hard and I took the whole wonderful ten inches down. I felt it throb. But he didn’t want that. He had his own idea for his favorite fantasy. He took my head in both hands and pulled me back till I had five of his ten inches in my mouth, staring up at his face. His rock hard black shaft sticking out from between my lips, ending in his snow white bush.
‘Take my load, pretty white boy. I'm cummin.’ He grunted and a gush of sixty-year old sperm cells pumped my cheeks up like a balloon. He had seen that happen with the black boy and he wanted it for himself. Happy to oblige. One huge gulp and down it went. Thick and sticky. All those excited black sperm cells in my belly were asking wtf happened. Where’s the motherfucking egg?
His next pump filled my mouth but didn’t puff out my cheeks. I lovingly gulped it down. Had to swallow two more times to get down all the thick, lumpy cum that was sticking in my throat, but he was slowing down, and I could handle the new loads. And they just seemed to keep Cumming. When he shot his sixth wad, I shot my own load six feet across the stall without even touching myself. Spurt after spurt. My balls were draining as I drained the old black man’s balls.
He wasn’t k**ding, he had two weeks’ worth of cum backed up and I had made him as hot as he could get. He grunted and pumped as long as he could till after ten wads he finally collapsed against my face, and I held him up. His lower body and legs and dick were going through some muscle spasms, and I helped him through it, feeling his huge cock softening in my mouth. I felt all ten inches shrinking, softening. But still a limp ten inches. Black men are wonderful that way.
I pulled back, grabbed his huge soft cock with both hands, and squeezed. A big pearly drop of cum appeared at the end of his dickhead and I stared at him and swallowed it. He took my face in both hands. ‘You one sweet motherfuckin white boy. I love that you cummed just from suckin my old black dick. We gonna be good friends from now on.’
I nodded and sucked on the head of his dick. We met many times after that, and he pumped his cum into my adoring mouth over and over. Sometimes he would invite me to his tiny apartment that he shared with another old black man, and I would spend all evening sucking them both off.
After I kissed his dickhead for the last time and we said our goodbyes, about five minutes later, while I still sat loitering on the toilet, the duty manager came in for his third blowjob. He would be going off shift in 30 minutes, which meant it was nearly five. Holy shit.
He knew exactly what kind of young white boy I was, because the first time he invited me to his tiny little office to suck him off under his desk, he showed me the feed from a camera he had set up in the restroom. It was mounted overhead and gave an excellent view of my favorite stall. Turns out he used to manage a video peepshow, and he would put hidden cameras in the stalls and tape the action. The particular tape he had running was me on my knees sucking a huge veiny Mexican dick. He had a whole cabinet of VCR tapes, most of them were of me sucking dick after dick, including his. He would jerk off to them through his whole shift, only stopping to come up to the restroom to empty his balls in my mouth again and again while he taped it. I took every one of his loads.
He was white with reddish skin covered with freckles and ginger short hair, at least 300 pounds, and he was to be my last meal of the night-load number s*******n. He told me when he saw me swallow the old black mans' load he almost shot his wad. Thank God the internet was not around back then. I would have been everywhere.
His loads were always big, even when they were his third, or sometimes his fourth. You really get to know a guy when you suck his dick for the fourth time. It takes quite a while. Really personal. Real teamwork is required to get out that fourth load.
His dick was as thick as a beer can, six inches long and red with a purple head, circumcised and very veiny. I knew every vein. I inhaled him to his rusty red pubes, and he took my head the way he liked and fucked my mouth with his fat dick. As always, it didn’t take him long to cum as he usually watched me finish three of four guys off, jerking his own dick all the while, before he came to see me again. I was pretty much his own personal fleshlight.
After about two minutes without a word between us he started pumping his last load of the night between my sucking lips. It was very respectable; It took two big swallows to get it down. His cum tasted pleasant, and I enjoyed swallowing it. Small price to pay for all the fun he allowed me to have three or four nights a week.
He was my last of the night and I held on to him, sucking his softening dick till he pulled it out of my mouth, his head still huge.
‘You’re the only reason I keep working around this place.’ He said, zipping up. ‘You had a really good night tonight, I enjoyed it all. Four Mexicans, two black guys and an old white bum.’ It turned me on he was watching me all the time, on a large color monitor he had gotten just for me. ‘I can’t believe you sucked off that fat greasy Mexican THREE times! (This coming from a fat greasy white guy) I had to come straight here and give you a load the first time he came, then again after he pumped that third one in your mouth. ‘
‘I’m here to serve.’ I said, licking my lips. No sooner had I said that, then who should walk in but the fat Mexican, returning after three hours to feed me another load. He saw the fat ginger guy standing in front of me with his limp beer can dangling in my face and he grinned and squeezed the bulge in his pants.
The night manager tucked his dick in his pants, patted my cheek and said ‘Looks like you still have some unfinished business. I’ll be seeing you.’ Yeah. And I knew what he would be seeing. As tired as I was, I had never turned down Mexican dick. Two minutes later I was sucking his fat brown beer can, and the manager was watching me in his office. I smiled at the camera.
Lesley
- 05.06.2020
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