Date: Thu, 31 May 2007 17:52:07 -0700
From: Mike Jones <blatz1@roadrunner.com>
Subject: Sucktales 2

This story is true, as are all of my stories

I have alluded to this little incident twice before in my Nifty stories and
I finally feel mind altered enough this evening to tell the tale.

I was in the same mensroom as in Sucktales.  It was much later on a
different evening, perhaps 4am, and I was in the very last stall.  Very dark
back there. And at 4am, with no one overhead, you could hear a pin drop.

It had been a typical evening--getting drunk on pitchers of beer on base,
taking the bus into town, staggering into the plaza and making a beeline for
the underground public toilet at about 9pm, with a bottle of popper in my
pocket.  A very freaky 18 year old.

I must have sucked at least ten dicks before I heard an army of feet descend
the iron steps.  It had been quiet for about half an hour and I was damn
near dozing. I had been sober for some time. My seven inch dick dangled
limply between my legs, currently about four inches. Circumcised with a very
large head, if I have never mentioned this before.

In the middle of the night, totally alone, I watched a mexican street gang
descend the stairs.  This was pre Crips and
Bloods, so I know nothing about colors.  But these were ten of the meanest
looking mexican teenagers I had ever seen. Long hair was popular at the
time, and all of them had shiny straight black hair, with headbands, some
ballcaps, but mostly just long and thick. Although they scowled at me I
thought they were beautiful.

Had I been any other person I think I would be dead.  At the time I was
afraid.  But at 18 and single, I didn't have much to lose.  And I wanted
their dicks.  I had sucked off dozens of boys like them, my own age or
younger, one on one. My very first dick was my six-year old cousin.  But I
had never experienced an entire gang closing in on me before.

They surrounded me and the leader came up no farther than six inches away.
He was short, stocky and had greasy black hair that glinted in the light
from the single light bulb at the far end of the restroom.  He was the only
one wearing a dirty black beret, cocked to one side.

Our eyes locked, and I saw a pudgy brown face frowning down at me.  He meant
to be intimidating, but he was no older than me and not as tall.  There were
no weapons visible. Things were not as violent in the early seventies.

I was in my 'come hither' stance, pants down around my ankles, white legs
spread, my limp dick dangling clearly visible between my legs. Above the
waist I was fully clothed, because it was chilly.

As we continued eye contact, he looked downward. I followed his gaze and saw
that he was caressing a bulge in the front of his jeans. I stared intently
at the bulge.  His gang was laughing and making comments in spanish that I
wished I could understand.

Very slowly, he reached for the tab on his zipper and unzipped his pants.
The comments grew loud and raucous, clearly audible to anyone above.  But no
one was above.  It was 4 in the morning on a Sunday.

I was oblivious to the bystanders other than as a turn-on.  I watched
fascinated as he reached into a pair of dirty boxers and fished out a fat,
totally limp dick.  It was dark brown, totally smooth and uncut, of course.
His beautiful cockhead protruded halfway out of his foreskin.

This is why I said earlier that any normal person in this situation would be
dead.  A 'normal' person would not have locked eyes with the short chubby
mexican boy with the long hair and the beret and lovingly taken his fat dick
into their mouth. But I did.

He buckled at the knees when I slid my lips over the head of his dick.  I
don't think he was expecting it, even though I was obviously cruising.  I
was supposed to refuse and get killed.  That was what happened to white
boys.  I grew up in southern california and lived in the barrio.  From the
first grade through high school, mexican boys taunted white boys to suck
their dicks.  I had never taken any of them up on it (though I wanted to)
until now.

His dick was cold and clammy.  He had obviously not expected a blowjob, but
he was getting a first-class one now.  I lovingly sucked his fat cold meat
into my mouth, tounging all around wherever I could reach.  After his
initial shock, I felt him thickening in my mouth.  And warming.  I was
outnumbered, but It seemed as if I would be the winner of this adult game of
'chicken'.

As I sucked his thickening and lengthening cock, he made what were most
likely very disparaging comments to the members of his gang.  From the looks
on their faces, their eyes goggling, I knew that I was no longer in danger.
They all looked like they wanted to be next.

Fat Boy hardened and grew to seven inches, just like me but much browner and
much thicker.  And his beautiful smooth dickhead was bigger than mine, which
was saying a lot.  Veins were finally beginning to bulge from his smooth
cock.

He lasted about three minutes.  As he got harder and thicker and I got
faster and wetter, he finally arched his back and with a gutteral
exclamation in spanish, he pumped a thick wad into my mouth.  After he gave
me two more I swallowed and then he gave me three more.  It was thick and
sweet. I totally drained him.

It was Sunday morning and he was in no hurry.  I milked all the cum I could
get from his softening dick, and continued to suck until he finally pulled
his limp wet cock from my mouth and tucked it back into his boxers, zipping
himself up. The rest of the gang was silent at this point, but their eyes
were gleaming.  There were obvious bulges and caressing hands all over the
place. No obvious jacking off, though.  Mexican boys were far too macho for
that.

This one had demonstrated his obvious dominance over me, without having to
resort to violence.  With all the pent-up testosterone drained from his
large balls, the gang leader caressed me on the cheek gently with his hand
and whispered
'Good Boy.'

He turned his back on me, yelled something in spanish at his gang and they
all reluctantly turned and left. I saw most of them sneaking glances at me
as they made their way out of the restroom and up the noisy cast iron
stairs.

I wish I could say that I sucked all ten of those brown boys off, but this
is not a work of fiction. About ten minutes after they left, one of the gang
members, a tall skinny boy with beautiful long black hair rushed down the
stairs and came straight to my stall.  His big brown eyes kept darting to
the stairwell, but the quiet continued. Without preamble he unzipped and
showed me a long, thin brown cock, as smooth as his leaders but the head was
hidden beneath his foreskin.  Just as quickly I dove on his young cock.  I
had a preference for older men, but the boys my age had rockhard cocks and
could cum multiple times.

He was very excited after watching the earlier show, and was obviously in a
hurry.  I obliged, pistoning on his thin smooth cock.  He got quite a bit
longer, but no thicker. He ended up longer than his boss, at least eight
inches.   After the workout I had had that evening, with drunks, commuters,
street people and illegals all slamming my mouth, this boy was no challenge.
I lovingly sucked his dick, and after two minutes he exploded in my mouth,
emptying his taut balls in only five huge spurts.

In a flash he was gone.

Til next time.