Date: Tue, 24 Apr 2007 20:08:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mike jONES <blatz7777@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hawaiian Suck III

This is a true story. All of my stories are true.

I was sitting in the dark in a public restroom in
downtown Honolulu, at Aloha Tower. This restroom was a
small concrete rectangle in the small park in front of
the pier where the tourist ships pulled in.  There was
a fantastic restroom upstairs where I have documented
a couple of other stories, but tonight I was down in
the dark.  This restroom was locked up at 9 O'clock
(from the outside) and God help the poor cumslut who
didn't realize the lock was going on the door.  I had
about an hour to go and was sitting in the farthest of
four stalls from the door.  Which was locked open
until it was locked closed.  Made for some fancy
footwork sometimes--very little warning when someone
walked in.

Except at night.  Totally silent.  I waited for
whoever might walk through the door. Imagine the
perfect tearoom--which this was, except for the
totally silent entry.  The brightly lit restroom
upstairs had an extremely noisy wooden door and a
partition right in front of it.  Thats perfect.

This concrete box with the tiny barred windows eight
feet up was for the stealth sucker. In the dark I
heard someone enter
and a tall, thin local boy came into the dim light
with flowered shorts to the knee and a tanktop. His
hair was long and black and he had a few hairs where a
mustache should be.  He stepped up to the middle
urinal.

I said to imagine the perfect tearoom.  A concrete
box, 8 feet by 15 feet inside. Four stalls along one
wall, five urinals
along the other wall. A sink at the very end, where
the user was in full view of whoever was in the last
stall. Whoever stood at the urinals was no more than
four feet from whoever was sitting in the stall.

And no doors on the stalls.  A gloryhole between the
3rd and 4th stall. Guys flashed dicks while pissing at
the urinals
and got immediate blowjobs from whoever was sitting in
any of the four stalls. Of course I preferred the last
stall, with the sink only two feet away and the
gloryhole.  Many times the guy I was blowing in the
last stall would pull away and simply turn towards the
sink when someone walked in. Relatively safe.

Which is what happened now.  After the local brown boy
pissed, looking back at me, he turned and displayed
four limp inches of nutbrown uncircumcised dick, just
letting it hang in display in front of me, making no
other move.  It was my move anyway. In twenty seconds
I had him in front of my stall, taking his soft dick
in my mouth.  He was young and brown with no body fat
and I sucked his dick with full appreciation for what
I was getting.  I was a career sailor, in my
mid-thirties, white with green eyes, and very popular
with the local and asian community.  There was a lot
of racism in Hawaii, despite the fact that any two
people walking up to each other on any street would be
of different races. More for me.

This boy was at least ten years younger than me, and
was greatly enjoying the long, slow blowjob he was
getting in the cool, dark restroom.  The only light
came from a shielded bulb above the sink, about 40
watts. The glass was very dirty, and only about ten
watts were getting through.

Of necessity we were both totally silent. So we could
hear someone coming.  Thats one of the things I love
about tearoom blowjobs.  Conversation sucks.
Two-thirds of the guys I've blown have never said a
word to me.  Half of them never saw me.
Which is why I remain happily married and in the
closet to this day. Currently I live in the western
desert close to the border and suck off mexican
landscapers on their lunch break at the one ABS in
town. Interracial really puts the extra excitement on
an already forbidden act. And its been my observation
that the kick works both ways.  I've had samoans
lining up for a blowjob from me (usually cumming in 30
seconds or less) while local cruisers are being
ignored.

But I digress.  A much older local man walked in, with
the same type of long flowered shorts as the boy, but
no shirt.
His face was expressionless as he stepped up to the
middle urinal and unzipped.  I made eye contact with
him and smiled.
I was sitting as I always sat, with my shirt hangine
on a hook in the stall, my shorts down around my
ankles, legs spread and my limp (fairly impressive)
cock dangling between my legs.  I am circumsized with
a really big head.

He looked at me, checked out the young local boy
washing his hands in the sink, broke a big
white-toothed smile back at me. He had figured it out.
 This man looked totally straight.  After he pissed,
he turned toward us and displayed a long, uncut
sausage that looked like it had been asleep for a very
long time. He was several shades darker than the boy.
His cock dangled at a limp five inches, thick and
smooth, two inches lower than the boys was currently
dangling. It was a little chilly in the tearoom that
night. He had totally white hair around his cock and
everywhere else on his body. I still wanted the brown
boy but I wanted this white-haired potbellied dad
more.

We did nothing for what seemed like quite a while. The
boy stood close to the sink but his dick dangled out
of his shorts.
Finally the old man grinned his toothy grin and
motioned at us to go on.  He made no move toward his
own cock. I was willing to bet he didn't even know how
to beat off.  This dad looked like he was from one of
the outer islands.  He could have been as old as
seventy. Fortunately for me this old straight grandpa
wanted to watch the show.

I started it up again. I tugged at the tall skinny
brown boys shorts and he turned around to face me,
with his limp dick hanging out of the waistband of his
shorts.  I pulled his shorts down to his thighs and
took his cock in my mouth. The old man's eyes bulged.

As I sucked the brown cock the old man moved closer to
us into what little light there was, til finally he
stood alongside the young boy, his long shiny black
hair twirling left and right as I sucked and suctioned
his swelling cock. I don't think local women are much
on giving blowjobs.

I perform better with an audience, and I slowly and
lovingly sucked the local boys dick while the old man
watched. His cock and balls dangled from the waistband
of his shorts, but seemed totally dead.  I was willing
to bet he hadn't used his dick in years except for
pissing.  I was desperate to help him out.

With the old man urging me on with facial expressions
and hand gestures, I sucked the boy to a big hardon.
He had not been far from coming when we were
interrupted. and I was working him up to a nice head
of steam, with the old appreciative dad urging me on
with everything but words. As always, the three of us
were totally silent.

The boy got harder and thicker, and when his belly
went flat as his breath exhaled violently, I knew it
was time. I took his cock to the base, burying my nose
in his belly and his knees buckled.

I took his cum in slow, thick spurts, sliding up to
the halfway point on his cock as I always do. When
guys are at this point I am in control. I want the cum
cascading over the back of my tongue, so I can feel
and taste it.

To the delight of myself and the old man, the boy came
long and with maximum body language, totally silent
except for grunts, moans and panting. The old man
stared at the three inches of exposed brown dick, his
eyes popping out of his head as the boy's dick visibly
throbbed over and over again. My lips and tongue were
working the halfway point on his cock.
His cum had pooled in the back of my throat enough to
require two thick swallows.

The boy shuddered and sweated long after he had
finished cumming.  I was milking his shrinking cock
for additional cum and in no hurry at all.  Neither
was the old man. But he was sweating as much as the
two of us.  And still to that point he had not touched
his cock. It still hung at its original thick five
inches, looking like an overripe banana--very
overripe. Nearly black.  I was nearly drooling.

The boy appeared to come to his senses.  He looked at
the old man with a shameful expression, and the old
man clasped him on the shoulders and grinned.  That
was enough for the boy. He tucked his cock into his
shorts and exited.

That left the two of us in the dark.  The old man
grinned at me, sweat running down his forehead, and
motioned with his hand for me to continue.

I leaned back, took my limp cock in my hand and jerked
it, slowly. White as alabaster in the dim light, I
jerked my dick to eight inches while the old man
watched me. He appeared as dark as a black man, his
thin hairless legs overhung by a shiny potbelly. His
hair was snow white and framed a very dark face much
more lined than his body. His teeth gleamed like ivory
in the yellow light as he grinned and watched me
perform. He had not stopped grinning since he first
realized what kind of haole he had run into.

I wanted his dick and I was going to have it.  He, on
the other hand, wanted none of it.  He kept pulling
back every time I made a lunge at his dick, saying
'No, no' each time. It was the first time I had heard
him speak.  Even this one word was accented, and it
became apparent that this dad that I craved so badly
didn't even speak english.  What in the hell was he
doing here?

I took two handfuls of his baggy shorts and pulled him
to me, engulfing his cock to the base. He tried to
pull away, once again pleading 'No, no', but I didn't
let him go. I buried my face into his snow white
crotch and worked his limp cock with my tongue, my
cheeks hollowing with the suction.

He continued to protest in the dark, but I held on to
him.  Maybe he stopped trying as hard.  I could feel
it waking up. His cock.  As his cold meat warmed in my
mouth it began to thicken.  As his cock hardened his
protests died out.

I had thirty minutes left till the tearoom would be
locked up.  I had every intention of sucking this
delicious seventy year old cock for as long as
possible.  He only became semihard but his cock
thickened and lengthened.  I stared him in the eyes as
I bobbed my lips up and down on his fat, silky smooth
cock.  His cockhead, when I could bear to let go of it
long enough to take a look at it, was enormous, shiny
and purplish-black.

He was an old man and it took a long time to get his
plumbing going again.  Neither one of us minded the
time, since we were both getting an enormous amount of
pleasure out of the experience.  I was totally naked
except for my flip-flops, jerking my white cock at a
much faster pace than I was setting for him.

I really enjoyed seeing the pleasure I gave him.  This
kind old man had the most expressive face I had ever
seen, conveying a world of emotions without a spoken
word.  As I slowly pistoned up and down on his silky
cock, he gave me continual feedback on my performance
with his sweating, mobile face.

All good things have to end.  After twenty minutes of
providing pure pleasure to a smiling old man, he gave
me my reward.
He tried to push me away, not believing that I could
possibly want to swallow his cum.  We were from two
different worlds.
He fought me once more, but not very hard, as I went
into my cum acquisition mode, working his cock with
slow, deep strokes of my mouth, using my lips and
tongue on his shaft.

I was not to be disappointed.  With five minutes til
closing, the old man groaned and cupped my ears with
both hands. I pulled his shorts down to his ankles and
worked him for a few more seconds. He grunted as he
released his first load of cum for a very long time.

It was incredibly thick. The boys had been thick, but
not like this.  I made the mistake of gulping down his
first wad and it stuck in my throat.  I felt like I
was choking. His cum was bitter and very strong
tasting, but I had had much worse.

He stepped out of his shorts and kept cumming. I had a
naked, sweating old man in front of me, cumming his
brains out. Anyone could have walked in, but we would
not have stopped.

Very, very slowly he came.  His cum flowed across the
back of my tongue like toothpaste from a tube.  When
my throat filled up, I swallowed.  It was not until
the third wad that I finally managed to gulp his cum
down into my stomach. His cum was thick as glue.
Later on I met a short, baldheaded filipino who
rapidly fired six wads into my throat that were as
thick as this, but at the time this was a first. After
pumping eight wads into my mouth, he poured a steady
stream of cum into my suctioning mouth for another
second or two, then dribbled off.

This wonderful old man allowed me to milk his
softening dick with my lips until the park worker
outside announced that he was locking up for the
night. We both exited together, going off into the
night in different directions.

Another great experience at Aloha Tower.

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