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As with all my stories, the only deviation from the truth is caused by my
memory.
This sucktale takes place in a Las Vegas peep show. There are several peep
shows in Vegas that are much grittier than the ones down close to the strip
where the tourists go. The locals head up to downtown to Main street.
Some tourists in the know go to the crisscross of filthy streets
where there are three or four bookstores, but mostly local white trash men,
married straight middle-class locals, a lot of blacks, street people and Mexicans.
How I love Mexican dick.
This particular day I was cruising in the afternoon at my favorite
bookstore. The booths formed an "L" shape, with the curtained entrance at
the base of the L. No one gave a rat’s ass what was going on back there, or
even if the red light was on. Employees only came back to the booths to
clean up the puddles of cum. I had sucked off each of the employees in
turn, some of them several times. Anyone working here considered a blowjob several
times a day one of their benefits. I was happy to swallow. Some of them were greedy
and would get sucked off three times before I finally left. Hey, I'm good.
Some strange city regulation had caused all the peep shows to either remove
their doors, or in this case, remove the lower half of the door. The top
half of the door latched. A ridiculous concept. This was supposed to embarrass us.
I didn't care about the top half anyway. On any given day, you could walk
into the dark peepshow section and see the bottom half of three or four
men, pants down, their dicks in their hands jerking off. Removing the bottom half of
the doors improved the cruising immensely. As long as you didn’t mind
some total stranger watching you suck someone’s dick. I certainly didn't .
Stepping up to a stall where a man was pulling on a hard (or soft) dick,
you only had to pull your own dick out and join them. The top half of the
door would be immediately unlatched. Sometimes with an obstinate stranger,
I would have to duck down under the door and join them. A horny man will always
accept a free blowjob. The other way to hook up was to be in the booth, with a stranger
standing outside, pants around his ankles or unzipped. I sucked dozens of dicks
without ever seeing a face. But dozens more stepped inside and latched the
half-door.
Ducking through the curtains, I stopped for a few seconds to let my eyes
adjust to the dark. Leaning against the wall in the middle of the peepshow,
was a black man in his forties, wearing a brown felt hat. It was pulled down
low over his eyes, and he seemed to be just watching whatever was going on.
From time to time he would squeeze a very long bulge in his loose pants.
He glanced at me and smiled, then gave me no further notice.
I went left down the long side of the "L", and found that the eight booths
were empty except for the last one on the left. There I saw a pair of
dirty, faded work jeans. They were down to his knees. The thick brown treetrunk
thighs were spread wide. He was wearing old brown work boots. A thick, hairy brown
hand was squeezing a fat semi hard dick even darker than his hand. Thick,
black foreskin covered the head of his dick. He was not jacking off, merely
watching a video and squeezing his fat dick in the middle with a heavy
workers hand. He wasn’t used to jerking off. But he was horny. I wanted more
than anything to help him out with his problem.
Time to step up to the plate. I stood outside his stall and unzipped. My
limp white dick flopped out and I jerked on it. No reaction. I looked over
at the black man in the felt hat, and he was smirking. While I watched he
took out a crack pipe and took a hit. I could hardly be judgmental. I
myself was high on meth, had several beers in me and a bottle of popper in
my pocket. I preferred meth to crack because it lasted longer. And it really
makes you want to suck dicks. At least for me.
I peeked under the upper half of the door and saw a stocky Mexican with a
cowboy hat. He was probably in his fifties even though his hair was jet
black. His dense pubes were peppered with grey. His face was ugly and deeply lined,
darker than any other part of his body except his dick and balls.
He looked back at me with total indifference. It was apparent he didn't
jerk off when he was alone because he wasn't very good at it. All he did
was slowly squeeze that thick cock every few seconds. He would never cum
that way. I decided to help him. It looked like he had a limp six inches
in his hand. Two inches thick. I was drooling.
I decided I was going to do whatever I wanted until he stopped me. I
slowly ducked under the door and dropped to my knees in front of him. I
took a huge hit off the popper, and offered it to him. No response. I
lowered my head and took his enormous dickhead into my mouth, his beefy hand still
wrapped about the shaft of his cock. He reached into the pocket of his
faded red and white plaid work shirt and fed a dollar into the machine,
never looking at me. He removed his hand from his dick.
OK. He was going to let me suck him off. Happy day.
I shoved my tongue into his foreskin, the popper exploding in my head. I
probed around the head of his cock, not knowing or caring if it was coated
with head cheese. I doubted it. He smelled fine. His dick was getting fatter.
My dick got rock hard.
I dove on his fat cock, He was semihard and I took him to the balls.
The mustachioed, ugly old Mexican laborer continued to stare at the video,
changing channels with one hand.
I deepthroated him til the popper wore off, then caught my breath, took another
big hit and dove back down.
All of this enthusiastic, talented sucking was having a definite effect on the
Mexican. His fat dick expanded in my mouth like a balloon and by the time
the second hit wore off I was enjoying a huge brown eight inch cock with a mushroom
head nearly three inches wide. His fat thighs quivered every time I snaked my tongue deep
into his piss slit. I loved it that I could make this big man quiver over and over
with my tongue. By this time, I had an audience. Besides the crackhead with
the hat, I saw someone standing outside the stall, squeezing a bulge in
their pants. Nothing above his waist was visible. I really loved this
place.
The Mexican was fully hard now and leaking precum from the dime-sized slit
in his dick. It was sweet and spicy, and I savored it. The third and fourth time I
took a hit, I offered it to him and he still ignored me. He continued to
watch movies, feeding in dollars and changing channels. It was like I
wasn't there. I was just much better than his hand. This made me feel
even dirtier, if that’s possible. A Mexican's fleshlight. Not the first time either.
He was leaking precum continuously when he finally reached down with a callused
hand and took the bottle of popper from me. He took a huge liquid snort up each
nostril and handed it back to me. I immediately did the same as fast as I could. I knew
what was coming.
About one second later, I dove on his shiny brown cock and he leaned
forward and took my head in both hands. For one whole minute we worked
as a single unit, him thrusting forward from the plastic chair, pistoning
his fat beercan into my mouth, holding me in place with both hands. I
did my part, working his cock with my lips and tongue, swallowing
the precum. He was huge and I was having a hard time, but this was
a once in a lifetime suck and I took everything he gave me-to the balls.
The guy outside was now jacking off, and I could see that the
black man was standing just behind him, not touching his cock at all.
I was expecting a huge cum and I was not disappointed. Being ready for it,
I had no problem taking his first enormous wad in my mouth. I figured that
with the lack of emotion that he had displayed to this point, he would give
no outward indication that he was going to cum. Boy was I right. After ten
minutes of sucking I was hypersensitive to his dick. Swelling and shrinking, pulsing and
throbbing. He thickened and went incredibly hard, seconds later I felt his doorknob
sized head swelling in my mouth. He took my head in his huge hands, slid his dick
between my lips and forced his doorknob sized head his my throat. He held my head, pushed
harder til the fat knob went through and his balls hit my chin. Then he started to cum.
I looked up at his ugly sweating face and smiled around his cock as I
swallowed his cum. He squeezed his eyes shut and pumped another load into my
mouth just as big. With the popper exploding in both our minds, he pumped
eleven thick stringy wads into my mouth, slowly and with no facial expression. I
swallowed every precious sperm cell. His egg-sized balls were moving up and
down in his wrinkled scrotum peppered with grey hair each time he pumped another load.
I would have happily sucked his softening cock for a long time, hopefully getting him
Hard again leading to a second cum, which happens a lot with Mexicans, but alas he only let me milk his softening
cock for a couple of seconds before gently pushing me back and tucking his dick into his pants.
Neither one of us said a word. I immediately stood up, not wishing to intrude on his space any
longer, and tucked my own dick back into my pants. The guy outside also tucked his dick into his
pants. I slipped the latch and exited on the Mexican, who pulled up his pants.
The guy outside was an asian, long black hair and glasses. His brown eyes
stared at me inscrutably, revealing nothing of what he had seen. I walked
past him to the black man, who was now returning to the same spot where I
had first seen him, facing the other four stalls in the "L".
In the last stall was another crackhead. This one was a yellowish skinned
black man with freckles. He appeared to be younger than the other man,
perhaps his late thirties. But his life on the street and the crack pipe in his
hand had done quite a number on his face. Besides the wrinkles he was covered with
freckles. all over. And very skinny. Yummy.
I could see his face because he had the door open halfway. His pants were
down around his ankles, he was holding a bic to his crackpipe and his long
limp veiny yellow sausage dangled between his legs. He was uncut and his dickhead was
unknown territory. I intended to see it. His hair was orange and so was the thick kinky bush
between his legs. The other black man looked at him, looked at me and smirked. He had seen
my hunger for the Mexican, so he knew what had to happen.
I didn't even take out my dick I just went to my knees.
The crackhead turned his head to look at me and and gave me a smile and said 'c'mon white boy'
and I knew right away I was welcome.
I kneeled between his bony yellow legs and took that limp dick of his, all
eight skinny wonderful inches of it. He was so soft I took all of it in my mouth. It’s been my experience
from sucking crackheads that they don't get very hard, although they get extremely
horny. Much like me when I'm on meth.
But just like me, when they finally work up a cum, they get hard as a rock and shoot across the
room. Huge, forceful rapid spurts. I was very much looking forward to it. Especially with this
nasty black man.
I knew I would have to suck him for a long time, and was looking forward to
this also. The black man in the hat had moved to just outside the stall,
leaning against the wall. The door was partially blocking his view, so I generously
pushed it completely open, and rearranged my position slightly to give him a better view,
never missing a stroke on that amazing yellow dick.
The asian man was watching me close by, his dick out of his pants, jerking it. Fat with a big head.
Sorry dude. You could have been next. And he had been joined by a skinny, nasty looking
white man in a ballcap. I’d suck him too.
I hoped they were enjoying the show. With frequent hits of popper, I was
going down on the redbone emaciated crackhead , both of us totally oblivious to anything
else. He accepted my popper, taking big snorts up each nostril. He would get much thicker every
time the popper hit and we were both digging it but then he would go nearly limp again til the next hit.
He was enjoying the feeling and took hit after hit, his dick swelling each time.
He also took frequent hits from his pipe while I sucked him. This was a man who knew how to party.
The other black man was also hitting his pipe and squeezing his huge bulge. The two other observers had their dicks out and were jacking each other off.
After the first few minutes, I was the one feeding dollars into the
machine. One hell of a deal, I thought. I would have paid a lot more than a dollar
a minute to suck this awesome dick. I didn't care if it took him an hour to cum,
the experience of sliding his long black dick down my throat again and again and
again still totally limp was all I wanted.
The mental sexual stimulation of sucking off a crackhead in smelly ragged clothes
in the filthiest peepshow in Las Vegas was the absolute ultimate. And being
watched while I'm doing it....
The crackhead smiled and babbled comments to encourage me; "Suck it Baby."
"Um...that's some good shit." "You love that dick, don't cha Baby." , “Gonna blow
Your pretty white head off with my load.” And other shit like that. He appeared
semiconscious most of the time. But he was much more proactive and appreciative
that the Mexican had been. Mexican men feel less macho when a man is sucking
their dick--they pretend to ignore it. But black men know better. They're
a lot more certain of their masculinity. They will let anybody suck their dick.
Finally, after a very long time ( I had run out of ones and had put at least two fives in the
machine), his dick hardened and thickened, and he put his hands on my
head and pumped his cock into my mouth with irregular jerks. "Gonna cum now. Gonna cum."
He kept mumbling over and over. The other black man was now squeezing a long bulge in his
loose pants. I could clearly see the head of his dick outlined in his
pants. As for the other two spectators, the white trash guy with
the ballcap was now on his knees with the ballcap turned around, vigorously sucking
the beercan dick of the twenty-something chubby asian with the glasses.
His enormous beautiful, yellow, mottled and freckled dickhead swelled, He yelled 'FUCKIN CUMMIN!'and he shot ten incredibly violent shots of watery cum down my throat at the rate of two per second, grunting with the effort of shooting his load in my mouth. He tried to force me down to the base of his cock, and I willingly let him, taking that skinny nine inches down my throat for the rest of his load. His skinny legs jerking and spasming uncontrollably each time he grunted. I could have cum right then, without even touching myself but then it would be over. I would lose interest. There were three more dicks Yet to be sucked.
I sucked him long after he went totally limp. He would probably have been
happy with getting sucked off for the rest of the afternoon maybe cumming three more times, but I had customers
waiting outside.
Stepping outside the stall, I felt no need to zip up. My limp white dick with the huge
Mushroom head was dangling between my legs. White trash and the asian were back to pumping
their cocks, each of them hoping they were next. They didn’t have a chance.
The black man with the hat was slouching against the wall, closest to me. His
eyes gleamed in the darkness under the brim of his hat. It was his turn. I had demonstrated my
worthiness to suck his dick. I stared at the fat bulge in his pants and the doorknob sized head as he squeezed it with
one hand, and he motioned me forward with the other.
I wasted no time dropping to my knees once again, and fished for the tab of
his zipper. I unzipped and a jet-black circumsized silky smooth cock popped out of his
pants, and I slid my lips over the enormous surprisingly pink doorknob, tonguing and sucking
it, plunging my tongue into his slit. I offered him my popper and he took it, smiling. He wanted
it all. Crack, popper, blowjob and two witnesses to a white boy sucking his huge cock. The time was right.
Remember that he was also a crackhead, and his dick was not all that hard.
He was much blacker, however, probably pure African. The other two
watchers’ eyes bulged as I lovingly sucked the fat black cock, taking inch by inch
in my mouth.
I had made him very horny with my free performance. I had definitely proven
There wasn’t a racist bone in my body. I just wanted to suck dick. At any rate, after only two shared popper hits, he took a hit from his pipe, reached out with both hands and slammed me down onto His dick to the balls.
He had nine jet black inches but they were thin and smooth. Went all the way down my throat after his doorknob sized dickhead forced its way in and beyond. Didn’t even have time to gag.
He bottomed out in my mouth. His egg sized balls rose upward til they were pressing against my cheeks. And stayed there.
And he came. And came. And came. And came some more. Rapid and forceful and thick. I felt every one
Of them. I lost count at twelve.
What I had not expected was the unearthly howls and bellowing. He
announced his cum like he didn't give a fuck. Under his hat, his face was
sweating and his eyes were rolled back. He had me locked to his belly and
was pumping big, fast wads of cum down my throat. His dickhead was pumping out
his load deep in my throat and I didn’t even have to make an effort to swallow his cum. His dick supplied the
pumping action.
His howling made it sound like someone was being murdered back in the peep
show. I was growing increasingly alarmed, as were the two watchers. The attendants couldn't ignore something like this, surely. I was being held firmly in place, my lips on base of a huge throbbing coal black dong, and couldn't do
anything but accept his cum. Lucky me.
I have no idea how much he came. It seemed like twenty shots. I know that he moaned
and grunted and howled like an a****l for almost a minute. By the time he was
drained I was growing desperate for air. He finally released me after he had gone completely
limp and I stood up, his limp black dick dangling shiny and wet, his big black balls drained.
The other two guys were still there, their eyes telling me they were as
alarmed as I was but they were so horny from my show that they were still up for anything.
I had had the experience of a lifetime at this point, and I wish I could tell you that I proceeded
To swallow two more loads, one cracker and one Asian, but that didn’t happen. I went out the back door.
Everything I just wrote about really happened. Long ago.
memory.
This sucktale takes place in a Las Vegas peep show. There are several peep
shows in Vegas that are much grittier than the ones down close to the strip
where the tourists go. The locals head up to downtown to Main street.
Some tourists in the know go to the crisscross of filthy streets
where there are three or four bookstores, but mostly local white trash men,
married straight middle-class locals, a lot of blacks, street people and Mexicans.
How I love Mexican dick.
This particular day I was cruising in the afternoon at my favorite
bookstore. The booths formed an "L" shape, with the curtained entrance at
the base of the L. No one gave a rat’s ass what was going on back there, or
even if the red light was on. Employees only came back to the booths to
clean up the puddles of cum. I had sucked off each of the employees in
turn, some of them several times. Anyone working here considered a blowjob several
times a day one of their benefits. I was happy to swallow. Some of them were greedy
and would get sucked off three times before I finally left. Hey, I'm good.
Some strange city regulation had caused all the peep shows to either remove
their doors, or in this case, remove the lower half of the door. The top
half of the door latched. A ridiculous concept. This was supposed to embarrass us.
I didn't care about the top half anyway. On any given day, you could walk
into the dark peepshow section and see the bottom half of three or four
men, pants down, their dicks in their hands jerking off. Removing the bottom half of
the doors improved the cruising immensely. As long as you didn’t mind
some total stranger watching you suck someone’s dick. I certainly didn't .
Stepping up to a stall where a man was pulling on a hard (or soft) dick,
you only had to pull your own dick out and join them. The top half of the
door would be immediately unlatched. Sometimes with an obstinate stranger,
I would have to duck down under the door and join them. A horny man will always
accept a free blowjob. The other way to hook up was to be in the booth, with a stranger
standing outside, pants around his ankles or unzipped. I sucked dozens of dicks
without ever seeing a face. But dozens more stepped inside and latched the
half-door.
Ducking through the curtains, I stopped for a few seconds to let my eyes
adjust to the dark. Leaning against the wall in the middle of the peepshow,
was a black man in his forties, wearing a brown felt hat. It was pulled down
low over his eyes, and he seemed to be just watching whatever was going on.
From time to time he would squeeze a very long bulge in his loose pants.
He glanced at me and smiled, then gave me no further notice.
I went left down the long side of the "L", and found that the eight booths
were empty except for the last one on the left. There I saw a pair of
dirty, faded work jeans. They were down to his knees. The thick brown treetrunk
thighs were spread wide. He was wearing old brown work boots. A thick, hairy brown
hand was squeezing a fat semi hard dick even darker than his hand. Thick,
black foreskin covered the head of his dick. He was not jacking off, merely
watching a video and squeezing his fat dick in the middle with a heavy
workers hand. He wasn’t used to jerking off. But he was horny. I wanted more
than anything to help him out with his problem.
Time to step up to the plate. I stood outside his stall and unzipped. My
limp white dick flopped out and I jerked on it. No reaction. I looked over
at the black man in the felt hat, and he was smirking. While I watched he
took out a crack pipe and took a hit. I could hardly be judgmental. I
myself was high on meth, had several beers in me and a bottle of popper in
my pocket. I preferred meth to crack because it lasted longer. And it really
makes you want to suck dicks. At least for me.
I peeked under the upper half of the door and saw a stocky Mexican with a
cowboy hat. He was probably in his fifties even though his hair was jet
black. His dense pubes were peppered with grey. His face was ugly and deeply lined,
darker than any other part of his body except his dick and balls.
He looked back at me with total indifference. It was apparent he didn't
jerk off when he was alone because he wasn't very good at it. All he did
was slowly squeeze that thick cock every few seconds. He would never cum
that way. I decided to help him. It looked like he had a limp six inches
in his hand. Two inches thick. I was drooling.
I decided I was going to do whatever I wanted until he stopped me. I
slowly ducked under the door and dropped to my knees in front of him. I
took a huge hit off the popper, and offered it to him. No response. I
lowered my head and took his enormous dickhead into my mouth, his beefy hand still
wrapped about the shaft of his cock. He reached into the pocket of his
faded red and white plaid work shirt and fed a dollar into the machine,
never looking at me. He removed his hand from his dick.
OK. He was going to let me suck him off. Happy day.
I shoved my tongue into his foreskin, the popper exploding in my head. I
probed around the head of his cock, not knowing or caring if it was coated
with head cheese. I doubted it. He smelled fine. His dick was getting fatter.
My dick got rock hard.
I dove on his fat cock, He was semihard and I took him to the balls.
The mustachioed, ugly old Mexican laborer continued to stare at the video,
changing channels with one hand.
I deepthroated him til the popper wore off, then caught my breath, took another
big hit and dove back down.
All of this enthusiastic, talented sucking was having a definite effect on the
Mexican. His fat dick expanded in my mouth like a balloon and by the time
the second hit wore off I was enjoying a huge brown eight inch cock with a mushroom
head nearly three inches wide. His fat thighs quivered every time I snaked my tongue deep
into his piss slit. I loved it that I could make this big man quiver over and over
with my tongue. By this time, I had an audience. Besides the crackhead with
the hat, I saw someone standing outside the stall, squeezing a bulge in
their pants. Nothing above his waist was visible. I really loved this
place.
The Mexican was fully hard now and leaking precum from the dime-sized slit
in his dick. It was sweet and spicy, and I savored it. The third and fourth time I
took a hit, I offered it to him and he still ignored me. He continued to
watch movies, feeding in dollars and changing channels. It was like I
wasn't there. I was just much better than his hand. This made me feel
even dirtier, if that’s possible. A Mexican's fleshlight. Not the first time either.
He was leaking precum continuously when he finally reached down with a callused
hand and took the bottle of popper from me. He took a huge liquid snort up each
nostril and handed it back to me. I immediately did the same as fast as I could. I knew
what was coming.
About one second later, I dove on his shiny brown cock and he leaned
forward and took my head in both hands. For one whole minute we worked
as a single unit, him thrusting forward from the plastic chair, pistoning
his fat beercan into my mouth, holding me in place with both hands. I
did my part, working his cock with my lips and tongue, swallowing
the precum. He was huge and I was having a hard time, but this was
a once in a lifetime suck and I took everything he gave me-to the balls.
The guy outside was now jacking off, and I could see that the
black man was standing just behind him, not touching his cock at all.
I was expecting a huge cum and I was not disappointed. Being ready for it,
I had no problem taking his first enormous wad in my mouth. I figured that
with the lack of emotion that he had displayed to this point, he would give
no outward indication that he was going to cum. Boy was I right. After ten
minutes of sucking I was hypersensitive to his dick. Swelling and shrinking, pulsing and
throbbing. He thickened and went incredibly hard, seconds later I felt his doorknob
sized head swelling in my mouth. He took my head in his huge hands, slid his dick
between my lips and forced his doorknob sized head his my throat. He held my head, pushed
harder til the fat knob went through and his balls hit my chin. Then he started to cum.
I looked up at his ugly sweating face and smiled around his cock as I
swallowed his cum. He squeezed his eyes shut and pumped another load into my
mouth just as big. With the popper exploding in both our minds, he pumped
eleven thick stringy wads into my mouth, slowly and with no facial expression. I
swallowed every precious sperm cell. His egg-sized balls were moving up and
down in his wrinkled scrotum peppered with grey hair each time he pumped another load.
I would have happily sucked his softening cock for a long time, hopefully getting him
Hard again leading to a second cum, which happens a lot with Mexicans, but alas he only let me milk his softening
cock for a couple of seconds before gently pushing me back and tucking his dick into his pants.
Neither one of us said a word. I immediately stood up, not wishing to intrude on his space any
longer, and tucked my own dick back into my pants. The guy outside also tucked his dick into his
pants. I slipped the latch and exited on the Mexican, who pulled up his pants.
The guy outside was an asian, long black hair and glasses. His brown eyes
stared at me inscrutably, revealing nothing of what he had seen. I walked
past him to the black man, who was now returning to the same spot where I
had first seen him, facing the other four stalls in the "L".
In the last stall was another crackhead. This one was a yellowish skinned
black man with freckles. He appeared to be younger than the other man,
perhaps his late thirties. But his life on the street and the crack pipe in his
hand had done quite a number on his face. Besides the wrinkles he was covered with
freckles. all over. And very skinny. Yummy.
I could see his face because he had the door open halfway. His pants were
down around his ankles, he was holding a bic to his crackpipe and his long
limp veiny yellow sausage dangled between his legs. He was uncut and his dickhead was
unknown territory. I intended to see it. His hair was orange and so was the thick kinky bush
between his legs. The other black man looked at him, looked at me and smirked. He had seen
my hunger for the Mexican, so he knew what had to happen.
I didn't even take out my dick I just went to my knees.
The crackhead turned his head to look at me and and gave me a smile and said 'c'mon white boy'
and I knew right away I was welcome.
I kneeled between his bony yellow legs and took that limp dick of his, all
eight skinny wonderful inches of it. He was so soft I took all of it in my mouth. It’s been my experience
from sucking crackheads that they don't get very hard, although they get extremely
horny. Much like me when I'm on meth.
But just like me, when they finally work up a cum, they get hard as a rock and shoot across the
room. Huge, forceful rapid spurts. I was very much looking forward to it. Especially with this
nasty black man.
I knew I would have to suck him for a long time, and was looking forward to
this also. The black man in the hat had moved to just outside the stall,
leaning against the wall. The door was partially blocking his view, so I generously
pushed it completely open, and rearranged my position slightly to give him a better view,
never missing a stroke on that amazing yellow dick.
The asian man was watching me close by, his dick out of his pants, jerking it. Fat with a big head.
Sorry dude. You could have been next. And he had been joined by a skinny, nasty looking
white man in a ballcap. I’d suck him too.
I hoped they were enjoying the show. With frequent hits of popper, I was
going down on the redbone emaciated crackhead , both of us totally oblivious to anything
else. He accepted my popper, taking big snorts up each nostril. He would get much thicker every
time the popper hit and we were both digging it but then he would go nearly limp again til the next hit.
He was enjoying the feeling and took hit after hit, his dick swelling each time.
He also took frequent hits from his pipe while I sucked him. This was a man who knew how to party.
The other black man was also hitting his pipe and squeezing his huge bulge. The two other observers had their dicks out and were jacking each other off.
After the first few minutes, I was the one feeding dollars into the
machine. One hell of a deal, I thought. I would have paid a lot more than a dollar
a minute to suck this awesome dick. I didn't care if it took him an hour to cum,
the experience of sliding his long black dick down my throat again and again and
again still totally limp was all I wanted.
The mental sexual stimulation of sucking off a crackhead in smelly ragged clothes
in the filthiest peepshow in Las Vegas was the absolute ultimate. And being
watched while I'm doing it....
The crackhead smiled and babbled comments to encourage me; "Suck it Baby."
"Um...that's some good shit." "You love that dick, don't cha Baby." , “Gonna blow
Your pretty white head off with my load.” And other shit like that. He appeared
semiconscious most of the time. But he was much more proactive and appreciative
that the Mexican had been. Mexican men feel less macho when a man is sucking
their dick--they pretend to ignore it. But black men know better. They're
a lot more certain of their masculinity. They will let anybody suck their dick.
Finally, after a very long time ( I had run out of ones and had put at least two fives in the
machine), his dick hardened and thickened, and he put his hands on my
head and pumped his cock into my mouth with irregular jerks. "Gonna cum now. Gonna cum."
He kept mumbling over and over. The other black man was now squeezing a long bulge in his
loose pants. I could clearly see the head of his dick outlined in his
pants. As for the other two spectators, the white trash guy with
the ballcap was now on his knees with the ballcap turned around, vigorously sucking
the beercan dick of the twenty-something chubby asian with the glasses.
His enormous beautiful, yellow, mottled and freckled dickhead swelled, He yelled 'FUCKIN CUMMIN!'and he shot ten incredibly violent shots of watery cum down my throat at the rate of two per second, grunting with the effort of shooting his load in my mouth. He tried to force me down to the base of his cock, and I willingly let him, taking that skinny nine inches down my throat for the rest of his load. His skinny legs jerking and spasming uncontrollably each time he grunted. I could have cum right then, without even touching myself but then it would be over. I would lose interest. There were three more dicks Yet to be sucked.
I sucked him long after he went totally limp. He would probably have been
happy with getting sucked off for the rest of the afternoon maybe cumming three more times, but I had customers
waiting outside.
Stepping outside the stall, I felt no need to zip up. My limp white dick with the huge
Mushroom head was dangling between my legs. White trash and the asian were back to pumping
their cocks, each of them hoping they were next. They didn’t have a chance.
The black man with the hat was slouching against the wall, closest to me. His
eyes gleamed in the darkness under the brim of his hat. It was his turn. I had demonstrated my
worthiness to suck his dick. I stared at the fat bulge in his pants and the doorknob sized head as he squeezed it with
one hand, and he motioned me forward with the other.
I wasted no time dropping to my knees once again, and fished for the tab of
his zipper. I unzipped and a jet-black circumsized silky smooth cock popped out of his
pants, and I slid my lips over the enormous surprisingly pink doorknob, tonguing and sucking
it, plunging my tongue into his slit. I offered him my popper and he took it, smiling. He wanted
it all. Crack, popper, blowjob and two witnesses to a white boy sucking his huge cock. The time was right.
Remember that he was also a crackhead, and his dick was not all that hard.
He was much blacker, however, probably pure African. The other two
watchers’ eyes bulged as I lovingly sucked the fat black cock, taking inch by inch
in my mouth.
I had made him very horny with my free performance. I had definitely proven
There wasn’t a racist bone in my body. I just wanted to suck dick. At any rate, after only two shared popper hits, he took a hit from his pipe, reached out with both hands and slammed me down onto His dick to the balls.
He had nine jet black inches but they were thin and smooth. Went all the way down my throat after his doorknob sized dickhead forced its way in and beyond. Didn’t even have time to gag.
He bottomed out in my mouth. His egg sized balls rose upward til they were pressing against my cheeks. And stayed there.
And he came. And came. And came. And came some more. Rapid and forceful and thick. I felt every one
Of them. I lost count at twelve.
What I had not expected was the unearthly howls and bellowing. He
announced his cum like he didn't give a fuck. Under his hat, his face was
sweating and his eyes were rolled back. He had me locked to his belly and
was pumping big, fast wads of cum down my throat. His dickhead was pumping out
his load deep in my throat and I didn’t even have to make an effort to swallow his cum. His dick supplied the
pumping action.
His howling made it sound like someone was being murdered back in the peep
show. I was growing increasingly alarmed, as were the two watchers. The attendants couldn't ignore something like this, surely. I was being held firmly in place, my lips on base of a huge throbbing coal black dong, and couldn't do
anything but accept his cum. Lucky me.
I have no idea how much he came. It seemed like twenty shots. I know that he moaned
and grunted and howled like an a****l for almost a minute. By the time he was
drained I was growing desperate for air. He finally released me after he had gone completely
limp and I stood up, his limp black dick dangling shiny and wet, his big black balls drained.
The other two guys were still there, their eyes telling me they were as
alarmed as I was but they were so horny from my show that they were still up for anything.
I had had the experience of a lifetime at this point, and I wish I could tell you that I proceeded
To swallow two more loads, one cracker and one Asian, but that didn’t happen. I went out the back door.
Everything I just wrote about really happened. Long ago.
Mila
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