Date: Sat, 19 May 2001 22:54:48 -0700
From: blatz <blatz@sprynet.com>
Subject: Waiting for the Greyhound

When I was a brand new sailor fresh out of boot camp I used to go home every
weekend from San Diego to a  small town in California.  By the time I had
made the trip five or six times I had managed to set up steady dick on both
ends of the bus ride.  I was only eighteen years old but I already knew what
I liked in addition to pussy.  Dick was hot and free, and I couldn't afford
much more than dick at that age.  Most of my money was going home to mama.

The Greyhound rest room in San Diego was a total loss.  After the first
couple of attempts I never even tried to cruise there. The Los Angeles
Greyhound Station, now that was another matter. Located directly in the
dirtiest part of downtown LA, there were not only one but several rest rooms
perfect for cruising.  I quickly settled on my favorite.

On the surface, you wouldn't have thought this would be a safe place to
suck. It was HUGE; at least twenty stalls. And right at the entrance, just
past the sinks was an entire little alcove set up for two black shoeshine
boys (men, actually).  And there was always another black man in his fifties
continually cleaning the sinks and stalls.

Right from the beginning I sensed that these three black men knew exactly
what I was doing in that huge dirty mens room--the smirks on their faces was
proof enough. As I moved from stall to stall, that first time, they knew
what I was looking for. And in the second-to-last stall I found it--a glory
hole.  Big and perfectly round, just at the right level.  It was generally a
two hour wait between buses in Los Angeles, and the second-from-the-last
stall ended up being my waiting room for a hundred trips.

For this story I will tell about one particular time, after I had been a
twice-a-month regular every other friday evening.  After passing the two
smirking black shoeshine attendants as I had so many times before, eyes
downcast, watching them grabbing their limp dicks snaking down their legs, I
made a beeline for my second stall from the end.  The end stall was
unoccupied, which made it easy for the first of the two shoeshine boys to
slip into the end stall, latch the door and drop his loose-fitting pants,
his long, thick cock less than three feet away. That was the price of my
admission to this anonymous suck gallery--I had to blow the three black men
who worked there.

The first shoeshine boy slipped his long, ten-inch coal-black dick through
the glory hole--as always, totally limp--and I slid my eighteen-year old
lips over his purple dickhead. After a full minute of bobbing my head on his
thick black shaft, the first shoeshine boy (actually a thin, fierce looking
black man in his late thirties) was totally hard, staying perfectly still as
I slid my lips down his shaft over and over again, my tongue teasing the
underside of his cock. After another two minutes of sucking, my shoeshine
boy's cock began to throb, slow painful throbs, sending thick bolts of cum
into my throat, which I worshipped then swallowed. After the obligatory
minute I always spent squeezing and milking his limp cock for the cum still
remaining in his limp ten inches, he slowly withdrew, chuckling to himself.
Both of us knew full well that all of the insults and condescension he had
been forced to eat that day had just been wiped out by having the cum sucked
out of his ten-inch dick by an eighteen year old white sailor boy.

This particular visit was slightly different, however.  I had long lost my
fear of being busted or even interrupted when I was doing my thing.  So when
I observed two pairs of eyes watching me through the half-inch crack in the
door and voices muttering in spanish, I was excited, not scared.  These two
mexican men were being driven almost frantic watching me slide my lips up
and down a huge black cock, and I knew without a doubt where my next meal
was coming from.

Sure enough, before the chuckling shoeshine boy could completely exit the
stall, the first of two mexican men came bolting inside, noisily latching
the door. Without any preamble, a fat, short mexican cock was sticking
through the glory hole.  His foreskin was thick and extremely dark brown,
only about 1/2 inch of his dickhead peeking through his foreskin.


I was fascinated by the mexican's foreskin, and I immediately grabbed hold
of his shaft and slid it back, to expose a reddish-purple head completely
surrounded by a full half-inch of dick cheese!!!!! I am not
exaggerating--the smell was intense!!! But for some reason, this was even
more of a turn-on, this lower middle-class white boy skinning back some
wetbacks cock in downtown Los Angeles and finding it coated with dried
yellowish smegma.

I did the only thing I could do--I took some toilet paper, wetted it in the
toilet and carefully scraped the dick cheese from around his head.  For his
part, I have to hand it to him that the feeling of the cold wet tissue all
around the head of his cock did nothing to make his fat meat shrink
noticeably--I have to say, though that he was only half-hard at the time,
after my skinning back and grasping his fat cock.  His compadre was watching
at the door, his one eye glued to his friend's (or brother's) cock.

The mexican didn't seem to be in any hurry, so I took my time wiping away
the cheese from his cock, although my desire to suck it was becoming
overwhelming.  I have to admit there were obvious patches of dick cheese
still in the crevices around his dickhead when I finally accepted the head
of his dick between my lips.

His sigh of pleasure and the sight of me engulfing the head of his dick sent
his partner into a frenzy, the door to my stall creaking with the pressure
of his body against it.

I cared nothing for this, however. My universe for that moment consisted of
the head of an anonymous mexican's dick, and the thick six-inch brown shaft
behind it that immediately started to fatten in my mouth.

It was obvious from the state of the mexican's dick that he had not used it
for anything but pissing for quite some time, and I was not surprised when
it only took a minute of sucking his fully hard cock before he was spasming
uncontrollably, shooting thick wads of solid cum into my mouth. I did my
best to appreciate each wad, swallowing quickly to make room for the next
load.

His fat brown cock shot eight wads into my mouth before he ran dry. I sucked
his sparkling clean cock for a full minute, milking his deflating shaft with
my lips, squeezing the last teaspoon-full of his load from his shrinking
cock. All this time his compadre had been watching.
When the mexican finally slid the latch on the door and admitted his friend,
it was mere seconds before a semi-hard thin eight-inch brown uncut dick was
staring me in the face.

Unlike his partner, this mexican's dick was squeaky clean, evidence that he
had used it much more recently.  He was really turned on by our show,
however so it didn't take very long at all before his long thin dick was
pumping cum over the back of my tongue deep into my throat.

These two gentlemen were a very welcome variation from my usual routine.
Not that this white trash boy didn't get totally off on sucking black men;
But after almost a year in San Diego, I had seen the abuse heaped on mexican
men, and I now relished the opportunity to relieve their stress the best way
it could be relieved; by taking their cum.

Not two minutes after the second mexican had zipped up and departed, the
fifty-year old black janitor came into the last stall, slowly and carefully
sweeping the floor.  He liked to play games, and it was a full five minutes
of sweeping and shuffling about the last stall before he finally latched the
door, dropped his pants and sat down on the toilet, his long black cock
dropping down between his legs. Even though I had sucked him off many times
before, it was still up to me to make the first move.  As he watched me jerk
my hard white cock, I put my finger through the hole.  As always, he
immediately stood up and slid his fifty year old eight-inch  black cock
through the hole.  As always, I dove on it, bringing him to a throbbing
hard-on in less than twenty strokes. In another two hundred strokes I was
causing him to slam his flabby thighs against the wall of the stall as he
gasped and unloaded two weeks worth of cum into my mouth. It was obvious
from the beginning that because of his age and ugliness this black janitor
was not getting laid on a regular basis, and I was pretty much the sole
source of his relief.  At least, judging by the amount of his load, thats
the way it felt. After the first couple of months, I began to feel that it
was my obligation to relieve this oppressed fifty-year old black man of two
ounces of cum twice a month.

Allmost immediately after the janitor came the second of the shoeshine boys,
his thirteen-inch,
forty-year old cock putting such a strain on the glory hole that we both
knew halfway through his blowjob that if I stopped (although we both knew I
never would) he would be trapped, his fat dick stuck in the measly 2" glory
hole that had obviously been drilled for white men. I never left him in this
predicament, however. I never failed to put the final stroke on his huge
cock that would send a fat rope of cum down my throat.  And once I had
swallowed the next five wads his gigantic cock would finally start to
deflate, as he kindly allowed me to milk the last ounce from his huge soft
cock.  By the time I was finished with him he would have no problem pulling
his soft fat cock through the hole.

As always, once I had finished off the three employees, I was treated to
every one of their friends or casual acquaintances who happened to show up
in the next hour and a half. Invariably every black man who showed up before
my next bus arrived would flop out his black meat in the very last stall
next to mine.  I loved sucking off black men through glory holes--they had
no choice but to stand there and let me do my thing.  And I did my thing
hundreds of times.

Hope you enjoyed this story.

Oh, I almost forgot; I said I had set up dick at both ends of my ride.  At
the small town end, the lone attendant had drilled his own glory hole
between the two stalls in the tiny men's room.  Each and every time I waited
for the bus to go home I would make a beeline for the mens room and within
two minutes his long, milky white uncut dick would be drooping down the side
of the stall. As with the janitor in L.A., it was obvious to me that this
middle-aged, nerdish man didn't have a chance to unload on a regular basis,
and was saving it up for me. I actually missed my connection to L.A. once,
in the midst of siphoning thick ropes of cum from this white boys's eight
inch  cock while the bus breezed past. We both got in trouble for that.