Date: Wed, 13 Jun 2007 17:06:30 -0700
From: Mike Jones <blatz1@roadrunner.com>
Subject: Sucktales 8

Another true tale from my aging brain.  Hopefully I can get all the good
ones down for posterity before they slip away.

I have been recounting my hawaiian encounters in a different directory, but
henceforth all tales will be located here. This was an underground parking
garage, beneath Aloha Tower, where the tourist Cruise Ships pulled in.  In
the very back of a huge and dirty dark garage, was an even dirtier and
darker mensroom with a warped wooden door and ten stalls.  Very long and
very narrow.  No tourist would ever come in here, for fear of being mugged.
This tearoom was only for the locals, myself included.

It was a juicy location. I was the only white boy I had ever seen down
there.  The only other light-skinned men down there were Japanese, including
the thick beer can gentleman I wrote about in one of my Hawaiian Suck
stories.  And a much younger version of him who loudly proclaimed the whole
time I sucked him that he was Okinawan, not Japanese.  He was thick with a
baggy foreskin and a dark brown veiny cock, much like the older man.  I
liked him so much that I went to his car with him in the underground parking
lot, and slowly and appreciatively sucked his fat cock, while he proudly
told me that Okinawans shot much bigger loads than Japanese, as I would soon
see.  I definitely would give him an A for effort. It was a huge, thick
choker of a load, and he was very vocal as he delivered it.

But I digress.  This particular tale I was sitting in the second to last
stall.  The very last stall had no toilet, just a deep sink.  On one
occasion, I sucked a well-dressed black man with a briefcase (!) for over
thirty minutes while he rested his ass on the sink.  He was the only black
man I had ever seen come into the restroom, and I was very glad to have him.
He wore a suit, which must have made him pretty hot, and as I said had an
expensive briefcase.

His cock was long and thick, just the way I love my black cocks, uncut and
perfectly smooth, except for a huge vein that ran down the top of his shaft.
I never got enough black dick in Hawaii, and I was loving this. And from his
astonished appreciation, it was obvious that he came down here to get blown
on the way home from work, but never expected to get blown  by a white boy.

After fifteen minutes, it became obvious that he wanted it to last and was
holding back.  His delicious dick went from a semihard eight inches to a
rock-hard ten inches over and over again.  Everytime he would get hard and
throbbing and thrust in my mouth a few times he would pull back and slow
down, going soft on me.  That was ok, because when he went soft I could
force his entire thick cock into my mouth, to the balls.  It was fun the
first ten times.

After that, I started to get tired.  It was hot and dark down there, with a
dirty 15-watt bulb directly over us, and I was sweating like a pig.  My tank
top was hanging on a hook, I had on flipflops and my shorts were around my
ankles.  I was essentially naked, and covered with sweat.  He was fully
clothed and hadn't broken a sweat.  At this point I was willing to
acknowledge him as my lord and master, especially with the control he was
exerting over his dick.

I sucked for another ten minutes, and he gave me three more sessions with
his long hard cock, going limp in between.  After twenty-five minutes,
gasping for air, I whispered to him that I loved sucking him but that he
would have to cum pretty soon because I couldn't take any more.

It was an empty threat, of course.  I would have sucked him til he came or I
collapsed.  I neglected to mention I was hitting popper all this time, as
was he.  This had been a serious suck session.  I had been working his dick
just as hard when it was soft as when he allowed himself to get hard and
throbbing.  I was exhausted. And with the humidity around ninety percent, I
was kneeling in a pool of sweat.

He enjoyed my declaration that I couldn't take anymore.  He reasurred me,
whispering, "Don't worry, I'm getting ready to cum." I stared at his
drooping wet cock, looking up at him.  Still gasping for air.

"Go ahead, suck it.  I'll cum in just a few minutes."

I had the distinct impression that he was going to give me his wad at the
exact time he chose. I plunged down on his jet black cock once again, taking
his soft head into the entrance of my throat, sliding the rim of his head
back and forth between my tonsils. He appreciated this and hardened up on
me.

The son of a bitch continued to play with me for another five minutes.
Everytime I would pause, sweating, he would say:

"Just a little bit more. I'm ready to cum."

He teased me throughout the five minutes, then finally after a long session
with his fullsized hard cock, he pulled out and stroked his dick, holding
the back of my head with my lips nuzzling his pisshole.  I shoved my tongue
in.  He was content to cum with the enormous head of his dick resting on my
tongue, and I was more than content to accomodate him.  While he stroked on
six inches of black shaft, his dickhead pulsed and filled my entire mouth
with cum.  I held all of it til my cheeks started to bulge.  Not to brag,
but thirty minutes of my sucking causes intense orgasms. I was offended that
he felt it necessary to jack off while he came, but what the hell. It was a
huge, thick swallow. Billions of sperm, without a doubt.

Boy was that a sidetrack or what.  Anyway, the last stall didn't have a
toilet, only a sink. I don't know what possessed me to suck off the black
businessman in there, I think it must have been for the kink.  The next
stall had a toilet but no door.  The other eight stalls all had doors.  I
liked sitting in the one without a door, because it directly overlooked the
row of eight urinals, situated at the back of the tearoom.  Ninety percent
of my encounters started with my partner pissing at the urinal.

It would invariably be a brown cock that was pissing, since I never saw
another white man in the two years I cruised this mensroom, before they
locked the door permanently. Apparently, every single local man who pissed
at the urinal had never seen a white man there before, either.  Sitting in
the only stall that had no door, my tank top hanging on a hook, shorts
around my ankles, my legs spread, cock dangling.

Their eyes would pop and they would try to continue pissing, their heads
turned around, making eye contact me me the whole time.  Normally they would
not be making eye contact with a haole except to inspire fear, but I was not
supposed to be down there.  I was different.  In the two years I cruise this
tearoom I never sensed even the slightest agression towards me.

This was without a doubt one of the finest tearooms I had ever found.
Absolutely no competition from any other cum sluts and a seventy-five
percent acquisition rate at the urinals.  Three out of four local men either
on their lunch break, or getting off work (or best of all, friday or
saturday nights), would be seduced by eye contact and body language to sidle
over to the front of my stall, where I would immediately drop to my knees.
Usually we would both be sweating.  The humidity was terrible.

I sucked the cum out of hundreds of polynesian, samoan, japanese, chinese,
filipino, and many men who had mixed so well in the melting pot of tiny Oahu
that they could only be called local. Thin, fat, long, short, needledicks,
jugheads, veiny, silky smooth, and of course dozens of different shades of
brown.

They were pretty much overjoyed to be getting a blowjob, and the thing I
liked most was that they came fast and didn't need to jerk off to do it.
And the vast majority of them would try to conceal the fact that they were
cumming.  They wanted so badly to cum in a white mans mouth that they would
try to surprise me every time.  But the surprise was on them as I grinned
and suctioned their dicks for all the cum they could give me.  A couple
nearly passed out on me, they came so hard.
Not that I'm all that good, but most of these guys had dicks that I could
easily take into my mouth, except for the ones that were exceptionally
thick--the Japanese and the Samoans.

The problem with anonymous sex is that these hundreds of blowjobs blur into
one continuous good time.  I sucked every dick imaginable in that dark,
private tearoom.  As I said, only one out of four got away.  If two or three
guys came in together, one or two of them would come back on their own to
stand at the urinal again.  I was a very lucky guy.  Imagine your own
personal perfect tearoom that nobody else knows about.

Swear to God this is a true story.

This evening (friday) I was sitting in the early evening in my favorite
stall.  I sucked the cocks of half a dozen total strangers, each of them
cumming their brains out into my mouth.

One of my regulars came in, an energetic filipino guy, healthy and full of
testosterone.  He liked lengthy, physical sessions with me. We had already
had several.

He wore the typical tanktop and flowered shorts of the local, which is what
I was wearing-or actually, not wearing.

No formalities, of course.  His shorts were around his ankles immediately
and his thick circumsized dick was thrusting into my open mouth.  He was the
biggest filipino I have ever sucked, eight inches and thick.  He got hard as
soon as he saw me, so there was no working his limp cock.  Our sessions were
very noisy, but totally nonverbal.  He moaned, groaned, threw back his head
and gasped for air continuously while I sucked him, all the while rockhard
and pulsing, with a silky bulbous head.  I loved sucking him and he loved
being sucked. But goddamn he was noisy.

He had total control over his time of cumming, just as the black gentleman I
described earlier.  But he remained rockhard the whole time, which made him
superior, in my thinking. He leaked precum, moaned, grunted and wailed.

When he was ready he would feed me one hell of a load, holding my head in
the exact position he wanted while he pumped a dozen rapid shots into my
mouth, bellowing at the top of his lungs.

He didn't give a fuck if anyone else walked in.  If they were anyone other
than white, and not a cop, he didn't stop whatever he was doing at the time.
This particular evening I was hot from sucking the other six local boys at
the urinals and it was still early. I wanted nothing more than to have a
marathon session with this huge dicked filipino.

He gave me one.  And five other guys walked in while I was sucking him, but
after taking a look at them, he kept thrusting and took no further notice.
I doubt that he knew who half of them were, but local guys have a certain
look, and I got no
bad vibrations from any of them either.

After twenty minutes of steady sucking, I had five guys standing around us,
squeezing their dicks either from the top or the bottom of their baggy
flowered shorts, watching intently as the filipino rolled his eyes and
poured sweat, his rock hard dick pistoning with machine-gun rapidity in my
mouth hundreds of times.  He knew exactly how far he could shove the head of
his dick before it flattened out on the entrance to my throat, and that was
where he aimed. He didn't get off on gagging me, he wanted to fuck my mouth
and make me love it.

A sixth patron walked into the restroom, a chubby local boy with spiked hair
and a round moon face.  Same shorts and tanktop.  He pissed at the urinal
without the filipino noticing him, which was understandible because his back
was arched and he was thrusting energetically into my mouth, to the great
appreciation of his audience, who were now displaying various types of brown
dicks through the legs of their baggy shorts, all now openly jacking off.

He noticed the brown boy at the urinal, and his face lit up. He called him
over and told him to watch. I think with the crowd around me it might have
been hard to see earlier.  He proudly shoved the bulbous head of his dick
against my lips and I swallowed his eight inches to the balls, making a
special effort since he obviously was wanting to impress the chubby local
boy.  I wasn't sure I could see a resemblance between them, but the boy
seemed to be filipino.  His eyes were huge and round.

The boy watched me slide my lips slowly up and down the huge cock, and said,
"Wha fo' he do dat?"

I'm not that good at pidgin.  The older filipino told him I liked to do that
and would do it to any local boy.

"Fo' real?" the boy asked.

"Fo' real!" was the response, as the filipino pulled his rockhard dick out
of my mouth, the head popping out. I can't remember meeting someone who
stayed totally hard all the time.  I never saw him limp other than the times
I drained him.

He stood back, and invited the young filipino in.  He came closer, his belly
smooth and shiny and protruding below his tank top.  Everything I saw was
hairless.  I could see nothing of his dick.  He had made no move to touch
it.

He told the boy that I would suck him now, if he wanted.

"Fo' real?"

My response was to pull down the boys shorts, revealing a thick limp cock,
quite a bit like the older filipino's cock, also circumsized.  A younger
brother or cousin or just an acquaintance?  I never found out.

His cock ballooned as I took it into my mouth, and I only had enough time to
give him four or five strokes before he dropped, his knees buckling, and
shot half a dozen thick, creamy wads in my mouth.  His cum was nothing like
the watery, forceful blasts of the other filipino, and I no longer thought
they were related.  Perhaps a friend of his son.  Who knows.

At any rate, this really made him hot, watching me drain the cum of an
acquaintance.  He allowed me to milk the boy until he was totally limp,
which I really appreciated since the boy had cum so fast.  Soon enough
though he was thrusting into my mouth with his quick, even strokes, wailing
his pleasure.

After only five minutes, he announced to everyone that he was going to cum.
Our audience was trying to keep pace with him as they pumped their brown
dicks, pausing over and over again as they tried not to cum.  They had seen
what I was willing to do and they wanted it for themselves.  Every one of
them was saving it up for me.

My filipino wailed and began shooting rapidfire bursts of cum into my
throat.  The force was so great I could feel each one of them, my lips
clasping his hard cock and feeling his veins throbbing, and best of all, the
huge tube running under his dick that pulsed each time he came. He was
indeed something special.

I thought he was overacting for the benefit of the five onlookers, but his
fourteen wads of cum were genuine enough. I was hoping the whole time that
none of the five would lose control and blow their wad on the filthy floor.
They kept control and none of them lost it.  I saw five bulging dickheads
pointing at me in the dim light, all of them waiting.

Finally he made a big show out of wiping his brow, exclaiming what a hell of
a blowjob he had just received, nodding and smiling to the five heated
bystanders, all the while as I milked every drop of cum from his soft cock.
Within seconds after he pulled the head of his cock from my lips, another
fat brown head was sliding back through my lips.  I sucked the five
bystanders off in less than fifteen minutes, while the filipino stood at the
sinks and watched.  I wish I could remember more about them, but any details
I added at this point would be my imagination.  All I remember is that they
all came with great intensity, dripping sweat with their eyes popping.

That was it for that particular evening, but before we close on this tearoom
a little story of an encounter that took place at lunchtime. It is my
fondest hope that everyone who reads my tales shoots a big load at their
favorite moment, as I do when I proofread my tales.  If they didn't turn me
on I wouldn't write them.  And believe me, every word is true. I couldn't
write fiction if I tried.

These three local men were short, fat and tall.  Three of them.  During
lunch times I generally keep inside one of the stalls with doors, and peer
out at the potential partners.  Sometimes I unlatch the door and take a look
around, raising up off the seat.

This particular time when I opened the door and took a look, I saw a skinny
local, tall with afro-type hair, staring at me.  He was at the sinks, along
with two of his buddies.  I locked eyes with him, he stepped closer and
scoped me out in the stall, pretty much naked and white.  He yelled out
something unintelligible in pidgin to his partners, came into my stall and
latched the door.

His partners didn't seem to get the idea at first, but after he unlatched
the door and let them see me sliding my lips up and down his long, very thin
dick, they got with the program.  One of them would watch me through the
crack in the door, while the other one watched the entrance. They traded
off.

The local guy was much taller than me, and very light skinned, almost
yellow.  He wore a headband, and his hair was kinky, like a black man.  We
get a very unique racial mix in Oahu, which I thoroughly enjoyed in my seven
years on the island.

His dick reminded me of a black mans, and his pubes were sparse and kinky.
He was flattened up against the wall of my stall, whispering comments to his
friends as I sucked his cock.  We were both sweating when he unloaded in my
mouth, but I was used to sweating and would gladly have sucked him longer.
His thin, yellow dick pulsed as he pumped his cum in my mouth, five slow and
deliberate wads, his thin body hunched over.  I collected them all, looked
up in his eyes and got his attention before I visibly swallowed his load.

He took his time, letting me milk him and slowly pulling up his shorts,
while his two companions yelled for him to hurry up and get the fuck out.
No sooner had he unlatched the door, then it was jerked open by a fat
sweating local with a thin moustache, his chocolate brown beercan clutched
in one hand.  The tall skinny local turned sideways and slipped out of the
stall, and fatboy latched the door and fed me the head of his cock.

The third man had his eye to the door now as I sucked the fat sweaty cock of
his buddy.  This one had a samoan belly with a tank top pulled up above his
nipples, and I slammed my face into his sweating crotch again and again, his
smooth wet belly slapping against my forehead. My nose went deep into his
fat brown belly each time I took his fat cock to the balls. None of these
guys were over six inches, which meant that I could really show them a good
time.

Fatboy had the best cock of the three.  I took his veiny beercan every way I
could think of, pistoning my tongue into the piss-slit of his circumcized
cock.  He took off his tanktop, shorts and flipflops while the two of us
were hooked up in the stall, standing totally naked before me, sweating and
fat and very hot.  I had control over him from the beginning, and I lovingly
sucked his fat brown cock til I was ready then siphoned the thick sweet cum
out of his cock spurt by spurt.  He was unused to this and allowed me to
have my way.

The third man was short, skinny, hyper and very dark.  He was very worked up
after watching both of his buddies get drained, and wasted no time in
latching the door, moving to the back of the stall and dropping his shorts,
shoving a rock hard uncut dick into my mouth.  He was rough with me, taking
my head with both hands and forcing his hard brown dick as far as it would
go--only five inches.  He was the shortest of the three, but the most
excited. I was also excited, taking a big hit of popper and plunging on his
hard dick.  He appeared puzzled and gestured for the little bottle.  I took
a big snort with each nostril, demonstrating, and handed it to him.  Without
hesitation, he took a big liquid snort with each nostril, which I think must
have been his first time.  I took the bottle back just in time to watch him
throw his head back and display a mouth half-full of bad teeth, then he took
hold of my head with both hands and force-fed me his dick, which I was ready
for and enjoyed. His short fat dick thickened in my mouth, becoming hard as
the wooden walls of the stall we were in.

I felt him starting to pulse, and gratefully accepted his thick wads of cum.
He was loudly talking shit to his friends outside as he came.  I took his
cum one shot at a time, swallowing twice before he was finished.  In a flash
he tucked his dick back in his shorts, unlatching the door and disappearing.
The three guys left immediately.  I felt used, but extremely satisfied.

That about covers my best experiences in this particular tearoom, except for
a couple of marathon sessions I had with my older Japanese gentleman, of
whom I have written before.  Hope you all shot a nice load reading about
what I did a long time ago.  Email me at blatz1@roadrunner.com with comments
or requests.  I really like hearing from you guys. I even had someone email
me telling me that I had sucked them off before.  That was quite a turn-on.
Its a small world.

Til next time.