Date: Mon, 4 Jun 2007 18:55:29 -0700
From: Mike Jones <blatz1@roadrunner.com>
Subject: Sucktales5

Seems we have a veritable bonanza this evening.  Here is another tale I
found on my hard drive.  This was another request to a Samoan guy who sent
me pictures of his dick and asked for another story.  This was after reading
my "Hawaiian Suck" series.  I never sent this to Nifty, just to him.  Had
completely forgotten about it, actually.  This tale took place in a mensroom
at Aloha Tower, where the tourist ships pulled in and out.  And sometimes I
had tourists pumping their white dicks in and out of my mouth in the second
floor mensroom with the very noisy door and the partition in front of it.
But mostly I sucked locals.  I was in my mid-thirties at the time, and
lifted weights. I was in probably the best shape of my life.  The locals
loved having a  muscular, tanned, good-looking blonde haole sucking their
dicks. Such a thing hardly ever happened.  I have to confess I look nothing
like that now.  I look like a fifty year old man, which is what I am. But
oh, the memories.  And I live close to the border, so I still suck mexican
dick when I feel like it.  They're not picky.


The young samoan man walked in through the very noisy door just as I was
dining on a well-dressed
filipino I had blown at least three or four other times. So neither one of
us had any inhibitions
at all as I formed an 'O' with my lips and let him piston his rock hard six
inches rapidly in-and-out of my mouth.  This was the time of day we usually
hooked up, him on his lunch break with a tie and slacks, always more than
happy to treat me to lunch.  He had incredible stamina, usually lasting for
at least twenty minutes before vocally and violently shooting his load. He
always brought popper but he was usually very stingy with it, only letting
me have an occasional hit. His dick was the darkest part of his body,
chocolate brown, including a head only slightly thicker than his shaft.  He
had a thin six inches, incredibly hard and straight, which made it easy for
him to fuck my mouth with jackrabbit strokes, which is what we were doing
when the samoan boy walked in.

I say 'boy' because he was at least fifteen years younger than me, but there
the comparison stopped. He was HUGE, at least six-foot-four and solid
muscle.  Close-cropped black hair and a smooth, innocent face.  He was
overdressed for the heat--collared shirt and slacks, so I guessed he might
be a high-schooler on his lunch break.

We broke with our usual rapidity as soon as the door burst open, a short
partial wall hiding the sight of me rising off my knees in front of the last
stall, pulling my shorts up at the same time and sitting down. The filipino
slipped into the next stall, standing there as if pissing, jerking his
iron-hard slippery dick in frustration.

The samoan boy walked all the way to the last stall, a dead giveaway in a
tearoom, and we made eye contact.  He looked at the filipino with a question
on his face.  As he realized who was doing what to who, (not too hard to
figure out with the filipino guy pulling furiously on his dick) he smiled
and stepped into the next open stall.  We were a little nervous about
bringing in this unknown boy, so I'll skip the getting-acquainted
preliminaries.  Inside of a minute I was back on my knees, my shorts around
my ankles and my tank top hanging on a hook on the door--I was essentially
naked.  My filipino had not lost his hard-on, but I knew from past
experience that we were pretty much starting over.  It takes twenty minutes
of sucking to make him cum, and each interruption just resets the timer. I
had the hots for this stranger watching us go at it, but first I had to do
my duty; it was my responsibility to make the filipino cum no matter how
long it took, and I never left anyone hanging. After five minutes of
watching me get mouthfucked, the samoan boy stopped squeezing the huge bulge
in his pants and finally unzipped. Out flopped the most gorgeous dick I'd
seen in months; six full inches of silky smooth, unblemished shaft; a full
two inches thick (twice as thick as the filipino). But the real prize was an
enormous dark brown perfectly sculpted head, as big as a doorknob; he must
have been three inches thick at the ridge.

The filipino didn't want to share, so even with that beautiful dick hanging
inches from my face I couldn't have it.  Every time I started to pull away
my partner would push my head back down on his dick and hold me in place
while he bucked his hips, pistoning his hard brown dick in and out of my
mouth.

Thankfully, we weren't interrupted during the next twenty minutes and after
all my hard work I was
dripping sweat when the filipino office worker on his lunch break threw back
his head and howled.

"I'm coming now! Get ready for my cum!"

I knew I had another five seconds as he grimaced and went through
contortions before the flood would actually start.  When it came it was a
violent spurt of watery cum, followed by many, many spurts, but it took at
least a half-dozen to provide enough cum for a good swallow. I envied him
the length and intensity of his orgasms, though;  He continued to moan and
jerk for at least thirty seconds before he began coming down.  I think it
was because he required so much stimulation before he could cum. This was
our third or fourth time to hook up with each other, and I knew his
responses pretty well.

I gave him all the attention he deserved, siphoning out his cum with my
cheeks hollowed, slamming my lips against the base of his cock again and
again, causing him to gasp and become incoherent. Anyone who gave me twenty
minutes of his cock (plus the five minutes before the samoan showed up)
definitely deserved the VIP treatment. Even though I craved the throbbing
samoan cock directly to my right, I milked the filipino's softening cock
with my lips, sucking him dry.

As always, he zipped up and left immediately, not saying a word. This was
fine with me.  The samoan teenager moved around until he was directly in
front of me, his huge cock bobbing up and down with the motion.  Even after
he stopped it continued to bob up and down, throbbing with his pulse. I
really enjoy taking a soft cock in my mouth and feeling it get harder and
harder, but this time I was denied this pleasure--this boy was as hard as he
could get; and it was watching me work over the filipino that had made him
that way.  I was flattered.

The moment of ecstasy had arrived; I swooped down on the huge shiny head,
sliding my lips over the perfect, unblemished surface of this giant boy's
dickhead.  To my amazement, I couldn't open my mouth wide enough to take in
the flaring rim of his dick.  I backed off, opened my mouth even wider and
swooped down again.  I still couldn't do it! I'm not a very big guy, and my
mouth was stretched as wide as I thought it could go.

There was no way I intended to give up, though.  And my new partner wasn't
helping me--each time my lips slid over the head of his cock it swelled up
even bigger. The third time, with the sides of my mouth stretched so much
that it hurt, the head of his cock popped into my mouth. I had no intentions
of letting it go until it began to shrink because I had drained it.  To tell
the truth, until it began to shrink I think it would have been nearly
impossible to back off from his enormous head--he was still swelling--he
could have easily been four inches wide by now.

I had no intentions of letting him go.  I slid my lips down three inches of
his silky smooth brown shaft until the head of his dick butted up against
the back of my throat--which meant I was also taking three inches of head.
After many years I knew with certainty I could take exactly six inches and
have the head pressing against my uvula.  I knew there was no way in hell I
would ever be able to take a doorknob down my throat, even a silky soft
doorknob,  so he would have to be satisfied with what I could give him. He
was definitely satisfied.  I guess no one had ever done this to him
before--I couldn't imagine some young samoan girl taking this huge head in
her mouth, or some young samoan boy either. From his reactions it seemed
like he was having a brand-new experience.

I engaged in extreme worship of his dick;  I lovingly took the same three
inches of shaft over and over again, keeping his precious dickhead deep in
my mouth where it belonged.  His dick was so hard I could feel every beat of
his pulse. It was obvious he couldn't believe what was happening; a naked
haole on his knees sucking his dick. I was obviously military because of my
short hair, which made it even better.  Military haoles were pretty much
detested by nearly all samoans.  But now it was time for a bigger kick for
him;  I started forcing myself farther down on his dick, stroke by stroke.
Millimeter by millimeter.  Taking short, 1" strokes I worked myself farther
and farther down his shaft, until I had completely flattened out the head of
his dick against the entrance to my throat. I knew the sensations he was
getting from his dickhead were incredible--half my partners shot their loads
seconds after I put them in the same situation he was in now.

He held out, though, staring down at me in wonder.  His huge brown hands
hanging limply at his sides, hands that could force me to do anything he
wanted, but right now I was doing things he had never even imagined--I knew
at his age he had never had a blowjob like this.

After I bottomed out, it was time to enter the gagging stage.  I hated it
when my partners grabbed my head and gagged me uncontrollably, but when my
partner sat back and let me do my thing, inevitably I ended up making them
cum by gagging myself on their cocks--as long as I know I can come up for
air, I enjoy taking more cock than I can handle.  Having found my limit,
four inches down his enormous shaft, I went farther, partially forcing the
head of his dick into my throat, taking any additional shaft I could get
between my lips.

My gag reflex kicked in as it always did, and the tears began to flow down
the sides of my face. After a minute of this, with the head of his dick
squeezed halfway past my tonsils like toothpaste out of a tube, he lost it.

We had yet to say a single word to each other.  I like it that way.  So he
let me know he was about to cum by sucking in an enormous quantity of air,
going rigid like a giant bronze statue, then quivering all over, from his
head to his enormous thighs.

I was so full of dick at the time that his first shot puffed out my cheeks
like balloons. No shit. This giant samoan kid with his school pants around
his ankles did his best to blow my head off with his first shot--this was
probably the most intense cum of his life.  Men cum the hardest from a good
blowjob--find a man who will argue the point.

I had plenty of warning--his dick throbbed harder than any I could
remember--swelling and shooting.
Then shrinking slightly.  Then expanding again. And again.

He came. And came. And came.

I swallowed his first load in one glorious noisy gulp, not losing a drop.
The next one was just as large. And the next.

This wonderful samoan boy, towering over my 5'8" with his 6'4", shot one
huge wad after another down my willing throat, the dime-sized piss hole in
his dickhead unloading a half-ounce of thick, potent sperm every second.

I counted seven distinct, identical shots. After that, I lost count, I was
not in an analytical frame of mind.  But I know there were at least four or
five shots after that--sad to say, they began to trickle off.  But the first
seven shots required seven individual swallows on my part. Believe it.

I milked his shaft for a very long time after he was finished.  It took him
a long time to go soft.
I was completely into sucking his limp dick when he finally called it quits,
pulling reluctantly out of my mouth, his bulbous head stretching my mouth
even now when he pulled it out. A drop of cum glistened on his piss-hole,
and I reached forward and sucked it out. After that he was gone.


Goddamn that was hot.  Can't believe I forgot I wrote this story.  As with
all my stories, everything is true.

Til next time

Blatz