Date: Fri, 2 Feb 2001 18:31:17 -0700
From: blatz <blatz@sprynet.com>
Subject: Hawaiian Suck Part I

     I had been living for several years in Hawaii.  My favorite public
restroom was in Aloha Tower in Downtown Honolulu  (Where all the tourists
pull in on cruise ships). I greatly enjoyed the middle-class middle-aged
white men who would display their fat, cut cocks to me while going on and
off their cruise ships.  I particularly remember one middle aged businessman
who barged in while I was in the process of blowing a local boy.  Hawaiian
boys are almost always a mix of polynesian, asian and samoan.  All I knew
was that they were dark brown, stocky and invariably circumcised (figure
that out).  The bald, pudgy newcomer was obviously used to receiving
immediate attention. He took in the scene, walked right up to me and asked
me in a low, gutteral voice if I swallowed. I answered "of course I swallow"
and kept up my attempts to take more and more of the local boys long brown
dick.

     His time was obviously valuable, as he left right away after hearing
what he wanted to hear.  He was obviously keeping an eye on the restroom,
though, because the minute I was sitting alone with four empty stalls he
came barging back in, immediately flopping out a fat veiny cock with a very
large, pink head. I sucked his fat dick for a full minute before he asked me
again, " You do swallow, right?"  I was enjoying his daddy dick so much that
I made no verbal response, nodding my head vigorously while I stroked him
with my lips. This reassured him, and he relaxed and let me go to work. He
was at least fifty years old, pot-bellied and bald with black horn-rim
glasses and a smouldering cigar stub in his lips.  After two more straight
minutes with no interruptions, my haole john was on the verge of coming.  I
gradually went into acquisition mode, increasing the pressure of my mouth
and lips, slowing my stroke, drawing out his cum spurt by thick spurt. He
left without a word but with a smile on his face. He had found somebody who
swallowed.

   But the particular experience I want to relate took place with a huge
samoan man. For those of you who have never encountered hawaiian culture,
samoans and haoles (white boys) have never gotten along and never will.
Before the restroom in the underground parking garage closed down, I spent
many enjoyable hours blowing samoan and local men. Most of them ejaculated
seconds after my lips slid over their dickheads, they were so jazzed at the
idea of a haole boy sucking their thin brown dicks. I had come to consider
myself as an ambassador of good will from the mainland. One thing I would
like to make clear before we begin; hawaiians of mixed polynesian-portuguese
heritage invariably had long, thin dicks. But samoan men were built
completely different. Short and thick. But like all local men (except for
chinese and japanese) they were circumcised.

     One afternoon, I was sitting in the very first stall (very unusual for
me) when an enormous, mean-looking samoan man walked in. He was wearing a
tank top, shorts and flip flops, and his hair was cut as short as a marine,
except for a foot-long tail of straight black hair down his back.  Since He
obviously had nothing to do with law enforcement, I was in my standard 'come
hither' stance, tank top removed and hung on a hook, shorts down around my
ankles, semi-hard dick drooping down into the bowl in full view. I had faced
many dangerous situations in the past (someday I'll tell you how I sucked
off the leader of a mexican gang in San Diego while the other gangmembers
watched) and had made it through all of them without a scratch simply by
adopting the same 'come hither' stance I was currently in.  It was probably
his first good look at a white cock. With naked agression still on his face,
he took the stall next to mine, Taking a noisy piss.  While he pissed, I
peeked farther and farther around the edge of the stall, finally meeting his
dark, scarred face at the halfway point. I went into immediate slut mode,
staring hungrily at the short, fat,  incredibly dark cock busily unloading a
thick yellow stream into the toilet. It looked like he'd had a couple of
quarts of beer for lunch. I spent a good ten  seconds sharing my attention
between eye contact and staring dreamily at a slowly expanding circumsized
cock that we both knew was about to be shared.  He shook the last dozen
drops from his semihard cock and stepped back, and I immediately dropped to
my knees. With our eyes locked, he swung a huge brown thigh around the side
of the stall, and in half a second was looming over me, completely trapping
me in the stall with his enormous body.

     I mean to say, this man was huge. The giant samoan was most likely in
his early thirties, a scowl etched into his face-the same scowl he put on
whenever he was in the presence of haoles.  And now, the opportunity to do
the unthinkable to a muscular, green-eyed haole in his early thirties who
was for all intents and purposes, naked on my knees, overcame this nut-brown
samoan man.

     He completely filled the entrance to the stall. None of the stalls had
doors, by the way. No glory holes, but contact in this restroom was always
up-close and personal.  Like now. This huge brown man with his brightly
flowered shorts around his ankles all but blocked out all the light from the
restroom, His blunt, bulbous dickhead bobbed up and down in front of me in
time with the slow pulsing of his shaft. He couldn't have been more than six
inches long, but his dick was extremely thick, at least two and a half
inches. His shiny head was at least an inch thicker. I engulfed his hot
brown dickhead and he moaned loudly with pleasure.

     I prefer to do my own thing, and this giant samoan let me indulge
myself. He stood perfectly still, staring down at me with bulging eyes. I
choke on large cocks, and this local man had the time of his life choking
me.  As the tears ran down my face each time I tried to swallow his fat
cock, he ceased to give a fuck.

     We were interrupted at least three times. Each time he grew more
belligerent, yelling at the locals who were fascinated at the site of seeing
a pair of huge brown tree-trunk thighs, with enormous cellulite-filled butt
cheeks clenching and unclenching, and a pair of milky white legs kneeling in
front of him on the floor of the filthy stall. I loved an audience, having
always found that this was the best way to line up several new customers,
but my giant partner would have no part of it, yelling violent threats in
pidgin until the door would slam as the intruder left.  Many of them
returned after he had stormed out, and enjoyed the experience as much as he
did.

     Each time we were interupted by an explosive opening of the noisy
wooden door, I would involuntarily draw back in fear, exposing his huge
blunt cock, throbbing, purplish black and shiny. Samoan men were invariably
circumsized, and this cock was no exception. This was probably why he lasted
a good ten minutes. Possibly the most enjoyable ten minutes of my life. His
rock-hard cock grew at least an inch in length during this ten minutes,
which made it even easier for me to voluntarily choke myself on it. As he
saw me choking, minute after wonderful minute, his eyes grew dreamy and
clouded over.

     The third time we were interrupted, I drew back once again but this
time a huge thick rope of cum came after me, streaking completely across my
face and leaving a foot-long cum rope on the wall. The look of
disappointment on his face at seeing me draw back was obvious. I'm sure he
thought he was going to force his cum down my throat by surprising me--many
local boys thought that drinking their cum was such a disgusting act that no
white boy would ever voluntarily submit. But I surprised and pleased my new
samoan friend. Purely by reflex, I dove halfway down his pulsing cock, my
lips clamping down on his straining shaft. His next shot was accompanied by
a gutteral grunt as he stared down at me, assuring himself that his entire
fantasy was coming true. I gulped down his second cum rope in a noisy
swallow, taking the third, fourth and fifth with additional swallows. After
that he began to run dry. But it took him a long time. This was a difference
between samoans and other polynesians. They came with huge, slow loads,
delivering much more cum than most men gave me.  Other polynesians came with
thick, rapid spurts, coming as fast as they could as if they were afraid I
would pull away.  But not samoan men.

   After a full minute of mouthing and worshipping his fat rubbery dick,
milking him dry, he cupped my chin in a huge hand, uttered his first and
last words to me, "tanks bruddah".  and I never saw him again. But I'm sure
we still remember each other.