Date: Tue, 14 Aug 2007 20:39:23 -0700
From: Mike Jones <blatz1@roadrunner.com>
Subject: Sucktales 10

Sorry I haven't posted another story for such a long time.  I was
experiencing writers block.

As always, every word is true.

It took awhile before I could come up with another memory suitable for
Nifty.  I only post the best of my experiences, as I

think Nifty deserves the best. And I certainly wouldn't want to bore
anyone.

This is a recanting of a most unusual tearoom.  Later on, when I was in
my mid-thirties, one of my ships made a port visit to San Francisco.
This was not my first port visit to Frisco, and I had been stationed here
for awhile when I was very young. So I knew the town.

I found a nondescript bar, nothing special about it on the surface.  But
it was full of men, men who appeared and disappeared, men I wanted to
suck.  After an hour and several beers, I complained to an older man
sitting next to me that I could tell there was action in this bar but I
couldn't figure out where it was going on.  I had already been to the
ancient mensroom several times, and there was absolutely nothing going on
there.  The older man merely smiled.  I saw two men leave one of the pool
tables and go through a door in the side of the bar. I had seen patrons
going through this door several times. I asked the older man what was
behind that door.  He replied "Heaven."

That was enough for me, especially in my inebriated state.  I took off
for the door, wobbling slightly, and the hunky bartender called out to me
that I couldn't take my beer through the door.  I set the beer down on
the bar and went through the door.

It hardly seemed like heaven at first.  On the other side of the door was
a small square area, ending about six feet from the door.  To the left
there were steps descending down about ten feet.  At the bottom was a
small square area, with barred windows providing very dim light.  They
were very dirty, and almost nothing of the street could be seen.

To the right, a narrow cubby ended in a blank wall about ten feet from
the door. There I saw the two patrons from the pool table.  One was on
his knees blowing the other, a tall skinny black man.  Neither of them
paid any attention to me.  The young white man bobbed his head furiously
on the long, black dick, making wet slurping sounds.  The black man took
the white boys head in his hands.

"Here it is baby." He grunted and pumped wad after wad of cum into his
mouth.  How I wished it was me.

They both left after the black man had completely emptied his balls.  I
was alone.  I looked up and down the narrow cubby between the bar and the
next building, and thought that maybe I was in heaven after all.

I moved to the corner area over to the right and sat in a chair that the
owners had placed there.  I had enough of a buzz that I didn't miss the
beer sitting on the bar.  Five minutes later, a fat, red-haired biker
entered the cubby.  Without either of us saying a word, in less than a
minute he was sitting on the floor with his legs spread, pants removed
but still wearing boots, my head between his fat thighs.  He had a thick
reddish beercan cock, circumcised and surrounded by coarse red hair.  He
was totally limp but very fat so I didn't mind.  After I sucked him for a
couple of minutes, he asked me in a whisper if I liked piss.  I was
sufficiently fucked up and horny at this point that I didn't even pause,
nodding my head as I sucked his fat white cock, his thick blue veins
bulging out all over his shaft.

Having affirmed that I was willing, he grunted and pissed in my mouth.
At the time I thought that this red-headed biker pissing in my mouth was
about the kinkiest thing I had ever done, and I moaned as he pumped his
hot piss into my mouth. He was obviously a beer drinker as I was, because
his piss was flowing freely and had surprisingly almost no taste to it. I
gulped it down as he squirmed on the floor and grunted.

He wanted his dick sucked but he also had to respond to the call of
nature frequently as we took care of his other pressing need.  That fat
biker pissed in my mouth again and again as I sucked his fat cock. He
would not announce his frequent calls of nature, simply grunting and
pissing while I sucked.

No one else came into the cubby as I sucked him for a very long time- it
had to be at least twenty minutes.  Every two or three minutes he would
grunt and pump a few more swallows of piss into my mouth.  He was
obviously very drunk, and his dick was semihard through the whole time,
thick amd milky white, with thick blue veins snaking all over his shaft.
He seemed to be enjoying the pissing more than anything else, his fat
belly heaving with the effort of feeding me every last drop.

Finally I had drained him of all his stored beer, and he lifted my head
up with one big hand and whispered that he was ready to cum.  I whispered
back to him that I was ready to swallow. He grunted with satisfaction,
leaned back against the wall with his huge treetrunk thighs spread wide,
letting me work on him.

With all his piss drained, he could now concentrate.  His beercan
thickened and lengthened in my mouth. I voluntarily gagged myself on his
fat dick again and again, tears running down the sides of my face.  He
took hold of both of my ears, pulling my head down between his milky
white thighs.  In a coordinated effort between us, he threw his head back
and pumped cum in my mouth, I gulped and swallowed. I was milking him
with my lips and tongue, feeling the thick tube at the bottom of his
beercan pulse again and again. His cum flowed as freely as his piss had
flowed.

When we were finished he was drained to the last drop of anything that
could possibly come out of his dick.  He left, and I remained behind.  I
sucked off the next ten men that walked through the door, those that
didn't already have a partner.  Some came in pairs, and I watched while
they did their thing, whatever it happened to be. I even joined in and
was sucked off myself a couple of times, pumping cum into an anonymous
but grateful mouth.  But every loose dick ended up between my lips.  I
sucked until I was totally satisfied.  This was not the frenzied typical
tearoom action.  We were safely away from the straights, and I was able
to take my time with each horny drunk unattached male that walked through
the door to 'heaven'.

The next day I came in the early afternoon, well rested from the night
before.  Port visits, especially to San Francisco, meant liberty unless
you were on duty.  That meant three out of four days I could hit the
beach.  There were only three people in the bar when I entered. The
bartender, a gorgeous young hispanic, and two other hispanics.  The one
on the far side of me was pudgy and docile, the one closest to me was
wild-eyed and animated.  One had much more testosterone than the other, I
judged. I knew how to take the testosterone out of violent men.

He continued to try and seduce the young bartender after I sat down,
telling him what he would do to him if they were in bed together.  I
don't think he liked the fact that a white male had sat down one stool
away from him, listening to him hitting on the boy.  Mexican men like to
be macho, even when they're fucking or getting sucked by another man.
The pudgy mexican on his other side kept dropping snide comments, which
the other man ignored. The pudgy companion had lost all relevance for the
time being.  Finally he sulked.

The boy flirted but was obviously having none of it.  I could tell he was
more interested in me than he was the other belligerent mexican.  This
did not relax the tension in the air, the fact that he kept stealing
glances at me as the other man described in detail what he would do to
the young man if they were 'naked in a bed'.

He didn't have to worry. I was not into romance.  I was more turned on by
the ugly dark loud mexican who acted like he was on speed and even his
equally ugly fat companion than I was in the young handsome man.  I'm
different that way, I guess.  I enjoy gross experiences.

Finally the macho man realized he was striking out and turned his
attention to me.  "Hey." He said, talking to me for the first time.  " I
like your jacket."

"Thanks." I replied. I wasn't the least bit intimidated by him.  He was
about the same size as the mexican gang leader I drained in San Diego
many years before.  And he didn't have a gang with him.

"I think you should give me your jacket."

"You already have a jacket.  And its a cold day. I can't go around all
day without a jacket."

"You wanna fight me for it?" He said.

"I didn't come in here to fight you." I replied.

"Oh, what you come in here for?"  He sounded just like Al Pacino in
Scarface.  He even looked like him.

"I came in here to meet you behind that door." I nodded in the direction
of the door to Heaven. The pudgy mexican finally seemed to wake up from
his funk.

"That right? You wanna see me back there?  What you gonna do back there?
You gonna bend over in front of me, or you gonna get down on your knees?"

"I like to get down on my knees." The cute mexican bartender registered
surprise, then smiled.  The pudgy one smirked.

" Is that right?  I like it when white boys get down on their knees, and
suck my cock. Maybe I won't kick your ass. But how do I know you mean it,
that you're not just a scared pussy bitch."

"Lets go." I said, looking into his bulging black eyes.  He was leaning
towards me, and we were very close.

"I think we need a test." He said.  "Paco, get your fat ass back there.
Wait for this white boy.  Hes gonna suck your old fat dick."   He leaned
even closer to me.  "You get on your knees in front of that old fat
faggot, then I know you're not just talking shit."

His fat companion protested in Spanish, the first time something other
than english had been spoken.  His companion replied in Spanish, much
louder, getting off the barstool and looming over his companion.  The
pudgy mexican got off his stool and made his way to the side door,
staring daggers at me all the while. The heavy wooden door slammed behind
him.

"Go on, faggot, suck his fuckin fat dick. Show him what you gonna do to
me if I go back there."

I grabbed my beer and left. I was a regular after last night, and I was
allowed to take my beer with me.  Pudgy was waiting for me, to the right
of the door in the little square where most of the action took place.  He
looked at me with pure hate, and said "Fuck You, Bitch."

I replied "You have your orders. Stand there and shut up while I suck you
off."

He said nothing as I dropped to my knees and unzipped his jeans.  His
cock was as fat as he was, and chocolate brown, much darker than the rest
of him. He was uncut but his foreskin was already bunched around the base
of his very large dickhead.   He was cold as hell and totally limp. His
dick was a uniform color of dark brown, smooth and unblemished. Much
better looking than the rest of his body, I thought.  Especially his
face.  I opened wide and gulped him down.

He acted as if I wasn't there.  I was very much into this encounter.  I
slid my lips over his fat soft cock again and again, slamming my face
deep into his fat brown belly. He was thick but only six inches and I
took all he had. I pulled his shirt up and out of his pants so I could
bury my face directly into his belly.  I reached up and undid his jeans
button, his pants popping open violently with the release, his fat brown
belly flowing down into my face.

"No way you gonna make me cum, you piece of shit.  I don't care if you
suck my dick all day long."  Bullshit, I thought, sticking my tongue a
full inch into the very large pisshole at the end of his cock.  His knees
buckled, his huge flabby thighs quivering.

I really enjoyed the contrast of his extremely dark cock against the much
lighter color of the rest of his body.  And he was so FAT.  I loved the
fact that he was no longer than a beercan, although fully as thick.  I
could take the head of his dick all the way to the entrance of my throat
without difficulty. Men with big cocks can control me. But men with
beercans are the ones that I control.  The fact that he was limp didn't
bother me in the slightest. This was not a bar that straights
frequented.  And we were behind the special door.  I had all the time in
the world.

I slowly and lovingly sucked his fat brown dick while he sneered and
called me the filthiest names he could think of.  His balls were swollen
and full of cum;  I don't think he had been given any relief in a while.
He wasn't able to hold out very long.  As his dick warmed in my mouth,
and I worked his shaft with my lips and his pisshole with my tongue,
against his will his dick began to thicken. To my additional pleasure he
didn't get any longer, although his head swelled up like a balloon. I
still had control.

I had him and we both knew it.  He hated me but he also wanted to cum in
my mouth.  I get that a lot.

"You want me to cum, you bastard. I got AIDS, you know that?  I'm gonna
shoot a shitload of AIDS down your fucking throat, you fucking BITCH!" He
declared, as I slid my lips in a tight "O" up and down his thick shaft.

I didn't believe a word of it.  He was much too fat and well-fed  to have
full-blown AIDS. He might be HIV positive, but that posed relatively
little risk, as long as I didn't let him fuck me in the ass.  My
digestive juices would make short work of whatever virus he might shoot
into my mouth, as well as his billions of sperm cells. I would digest
them as protein and become partially mexican in the process.

I intended to get those sperm cells.  His dick was now fully hard,
something he obviously hated.  I pulled his jeans to his ankles, baring
his enormous hairless thighs, dimpled with cellulite. His scrotum was the
size of a softball.  He needed to cum but he hated to give me what I so
obviously wanted.

Too Bad, So Sad, Bitch.  I had to get him out of the way before I could
have his partner, so I pistoned my head on his fat beercan, my hands
squeezing his fat ass cheeks, much harder than I would have squeezed
someone I liked.

Finally after twenty minutes I had him getting close.  His big oval balls
were drawn up tight in his nutsack, and his fat cock was dribbling precum
in my mouth.  Victory was nearly mine.

We were both drenched in sweat by this time, although it was cold in the
secret room.  His cock was hard as a rock, the veins on his dick
distended and were now being traced out and massaged by my ever-busy
tongue.

"You want my cum, you motherfucker?  You want a shitload of AIDS in your
fucking mouth?  Open up bitch, here it comes. I'm gonna give you what you
want, you fuckin bitch whore.   You gonna die, motherfucker, you know
that?  Open up wide, here it comes."

He gripped my head very hard with both hands, forcing me to the base of
his fat cock.  I moaned with pleasure.  It pissed him off. With him
cursing and gripping my head like a vise, He pumped my mouth violently,
grunting and cursing me in incoherent spanish, his cock swelling as he
went over the edge.  At last, at long last, a rope of thick cum shot into
my mouth.

I had never hoped for a load like this from an obvious bottom, and I
gulped it down like I was dying of thirst.  His ugly fat face twisted
into a mask of hate, he pumped the contents of his egg-sized balls into
my mouth, cursing me all the while.  I accepted all that he had to give
me, milking his shaft with my lips.  I managed to smirk at him even while
my mouth was stretched with his fat cock.

As soon as he was drained he jerked his cock violently out of my mouth,
pulling his pants up.  "You better enjoy that, motherfucker, because you
gonna die real soon--I save my cum for white boys like you, cause anybody
who sucks my dick is gonna fuckin DIE! What you think about that,
motherfucker?"

"Bullshit." I replied, swishing his cum around in my mouth.

He knew he had lost.  I had his cum and now I would have his partners
cum. Without another word he left the secret room.

I still had a full beer, and I sipped it and sat in the flimsy plastic
chair as I waited for the other mexican.  I had done my part and now it
was time for Mr. Macho to step back here and be relieved of his burden.
We both knew that he would never seduce the bartender.  I would be more
than happy to relieve him of his excess testosterone, and we both knew
that as well. At least now he knew.

I didn't expect any sort of truthful report of the fat mexicans
experiences in the back room, but the amount of time that had elapsed
spoke for itself.  Shortly after he left, the door opened and the object
of my attentions entered the small space between the two buildings.

"You know what he said? He said you hid at the bottom of the stairs like
a scared bitch, and he whipped out his dick and pissed all over you.  Is
that what you want us to do? You want me to piss all over you?"

"He's lying and you know it.  If you want to piss, I'll drink it.  If you
want to cum in my mouth, like he did, we can do that too.  I'd like to
have both."

"I knew he was lying.  He was in here way too long just to piss. I know
he unloaded his nuts.  But I have to piss real bad.  You wanna drink my
piss before we start? Thats gonna save me a trip to the bathroom, and
I'll be ready to use my dick for other shit. What you say?"

I didn't answer. These San Francisco guys all appeared to be piss freaks.
But in a beer bar, this was not so bad. Most of the time it was like
drinking warm water. Under high pressure.  I unzipped his tight faded
jeans and fished his hard cock out of his pants. His foreskin was nearly
invisible, bunched around the base of his swollen head.  "Give it to me."
I breathed, sliding my lips over the head of his delicious chocolate
brown head.

"You think I can't piss with a hardon bitch? Get ready, here it comes."
He tightened up, and after several grunts and a couple of spasms, he was
shooting a steady stream of hot piss into my mouth.  It was all beer, and
had hardly any taste. I swallowed steadily to keep from drowning, as he
gripped my head in his hands, forcing me to do what I was already doing.
He emptied at least two bottles down my throat; it appeared that he had
been holding off for awhile.  I swallowed everything he gave me, and
plunged my tongue into the head of his dick when he was finished, causing
him to involuntarily groan.

"You know something, white boy?  You got lucky today. That bartender
bitch is a scared pussy and won't go home with me, so all the jizz I was
gonna pump up his ass I'm gonna have to give to you.  I've been saving it
up for a while, and I gotta unload before I kill some motherfucker.  You
worked my bitch over until he got his nut, so now I know for sure you can
get mine.  Suck this fuckin mexican dick you white boy BITCH!"

His dick was truly beautiful.  Thick, veiny and with a bulbous head that
I loved to work on with my lips and tongue. He was macho, so he tried to
pretend that I wasn't getting to him.  Remembering his threats to beat my
ass unless I came across with my jacket, I pistoned my tongue into the
swollen head of his cock, and his knees buckled.

I worked this mexican for a very long time, backing off when he was
getting close, building him up to a higher explosion each and every time
I backed off, leaving him gasping.  He knew what I was doing to him, and
he endured it, knowing that the rewards would be great. He had dropped
all pretense of kicking my ass, was now whispering to me in my ear the
tender things he had said to the young boy.  He wanted me for a permanent
lover, but I was leaving port in two days. He whispered that if I moved
in with him that I could suck his dick five times a day.  I sucked his
rock hard brown dick with everything I had, feeling him grow harder and
harder in my mouth.  Finally, with an exclamation in spanish, he spasmed
and shot his first huge wad in my mouth.  I  swallowed it, working his
brown dick for the next wad which was just as thick and violent, and the
next one after that. And the next, and the next. Each was a full
mouthful, slimy and thick. Each of his wads filled my mouth enough to
make a full slimy swallow.

I thought the pudgy mexican had gone without release for quite some time,
but his partner easily outperformed him, both in thickness and in
volume.  I suctioned his thick cum from his cock, swallowing spurt after
spurt, while he caressed the side of my face and mumbled incoherencies. I
knew when we were finished I would no longer have to fight to retain my
jacket. Spurt by thick spurt, I was draining him of his will to fight.
He came at least three times as much as his partner. He was also nearly
three inches longer than his fat partner, though his cock was not nearly
as thick. Where fatboy had been smooth and soft, this one was mottled in
every shade of brown and laced with thick veins of every size. He also
had a couple of sizable warts. His dick was pulsing painfully as he
moaned and came.

I drained him to the last drop, and we parted on very friendly terms.  I
stayed in the bar throughout the rest of the day and into the very late
evening, sucking many cocks. If I were to try to reconstruct what
happened the rest of the evening it would be fiction, as I can't clearly
recall the rest of the day beyond the two very special mexican dicks that
started out my evening.  And as we all know by now, I always tell the
truth.

I spent one final night in this very special bar.

I don't remember anything much about what happened out of the ordinary I
joined the crowd of drunken horny guys clutching their drinks and heading
back behind the magic door.  The bartender hadn't provided us with any
light, so we stumbled around in the pitch black clammy cold stairwell
after we got past the door.  I made for a point midway down the stairs to
the lower level, where you could look out through filthy glass windows
set high in the cement wall and see the feet of passers-by.  The windows
were providing no light to speak of, they could just be discerned in the
pitch black of the stairwell.  Guess it was a moonless night.

Once all the customers were herded through the door, we all went silent
momentarily.  I was surrounded by other men in the dark.  I could hear
them as they sat down on the stairs or moved down to the bottom area and
stood.  It was so quiet you could hear everyones breathing in the dark.
We were so crowded that you almost had to step over someone to move
about.  And still there was no talking while everyone found their own
place to be.  Once all the sound of motion stopped, the stairwell was
totally silent except for excited breathing.  The air was filled with the
exhaled alcohol breath of thirty drunken men.

I figured from having been in the stairwell for many hours in the last
two days that with the number of men seated or standing in here that you
couldn't go more than three feet in any direction without running into
someone.  And it was pitch black.  If anyone had light, they chose not to
use it.  And then the groping started.

Hands were groping my legs from two different directions, working their
way towards my dick. I had no problem with this, and sent out my own
questing hand in a random direction.  In no time at all I had followed a
leg to a bulging crotch of a man sitting on the stair just above me, and
in no time at all I had him unzipped and was feeling the wonderful
sensation of his semihard cock swelling in my mouth.

In a situation like this, one has to share the wealth.  I much preferred
to suck cock, but I couldn't very well refuse the questing hands.  While
I slowly bobbed my head and vigorously tongued the cock of a total
stranger in the pitch dark, two other strangers expertly unzipped me,
undid my belt and unbuttoned my jeans. Two hands jerked my cock and
massaged my balls, then finally the hands withdrew and a hot mouth
engulfed my hard cock.

Talk about your anonymous sex...

There were moans and sucking sounds all over the place now.  I had no
doubt that half a dozen guys were probably getting fucked up the ass as
well, but I had no interest in that.  I'm strictly oral.  And that seemed
to be the main course in the stairwell.

From my vantage point halfway up the lower stairwell, I could hear and
see hurried feet going back and forth through the windows up on the
street level, people hurrying to safety in the dark street.  None of them
having the slightest idea of what was taking place only a few feet away.
Thirty liquored-up, horny guys having various forms of sex with each
other in a cold stairwell.  Thank god it was winter in San Francisco, and
the temperature was around forty degrees.  The body heat generated by all
of us brought the stairwell up to a comfortable temperature, despite the
loss of heat.

I sucked the unknown stranger as long as he let me, working his pants
down to his thighs, until he went rock-hard and pulsed, sending thick
bolts of cum down my throat.  I had the feeling that this was his first
cum of the night.  I was glad that I had taken it.

The cocksucker currently working me over was very good, and he had kept
me hard as a rock but I had already gotten what I wanted.  Gently I
extracted my cock from his mouth and disappeared into the blackness.  He
would no doubt find another cock soon enough.

I went down the stairs into the bottom level. There was still absolutely
no light. I reached out towards one of the walls and came in contact with
someone leaning against the wall.  He wasn't taken and in no time at all
I had a second cock in my mouth.

I was on my knees between his legs where no one could find me.  This time
I was left to myself as I sucked my new partner up to a skinny six
inches.  This dick was no challenge and I gave him the works.  Men with
small dicks may curse their endowment, but when it comes to getting head,
they always get much better blowjobs than men with huge cocks.  I lost
track of time in the dark, sliding my lips up and down his thin,
rock-hard dick, but he definitely made it worth my while, moaning and
grunting each time his dick delivered another wad of cum in my thirsty
mouth.  We had all finished our drinks by now, but there was still plenty
of liquid refreshment to be had.

The power had been out for at least a half hour now, and it was
inevitable that the various patrons of the beerbar would have to take a
piss.  I had heard several pleading whispers in the dark and had
salivated at the idea, but after a half hour men were openly asking in
the dark for anyone to relieve their bulging bladders. I have no doubt
that gallons of piss were drunk that night.  As it turned out, the power
was out for about two hours. At the end, everyone was asking for piss
drinkers, not for blowjobs.

As I was milking the skinny shriveled dick for the last drops of cum, I
heard a deep voice close to me mutter that he really needed to piss, and
that anyone who wanted to help him out could keep right on sucking.  I
recognized the voice as belonging to a burly mexican truck driver who was
staying in Frisco for the night.

I hated to be rude, but I spat out the limp dick of my partner and
pounced in the direction I had heard the truckers voice.  I felt someone
else moving, trying to get to the prize first, but I was lucky.  I found
the fat mexican dick first.

He was totally limp because as he whispered to me, he had to piss 'real
bad'.  As I slid my lips over his bulbous head and took a large amount of
foreskin in my mouth, he warned me to get ready, because he couldn't hold
back any more.  I had been craving a beer for some time, but the warm
piss of the mexican trucker was much better than a Budweiser.  He
unloaded like a faucet, but his piss was nearly tasteless, and I
swallowed all he had.  And it was a lot.  Along with my own beer
consumption, the piss I drank that night had me calling for my own
helpers, and on three separate occasions I unloaded a pint or more of
piss into a swallowing mouth. Secondhand and Thirdhand. After the first
hour, the cries in the dark were all for volunteer urinals, not
cocksuckers. But in most cases, that led to a blowjob, even if the
recipient had already cum several times.  We were all shooting multiple
loads that night.  I spent long periods of time working up my next
partner to a hard cock.

We were all whispering in the dark, and my partners told me that they had
already cum two times, or three times. Sometimes I got them off,
sometimes I just accepted a pint of piss from their limp dicks and moved
on.

Then the heavy wooden door opened, and a light shown briefly in the main
part of the stairwell.  Two uniformed policemen entered, with the
bartender standing behind them, his flashlight gleaming.

The two cops told us the power would be back on momentarily, and that
they were here to make sure everything remained calm, since we were
apparently the last patrons on the street.  The bartender closed the door
behind them, taking the light with him.  Now we were in the pitch
darkness with two cops.  Neither of them made any effort to turn on any
sort of light, and in a very short period of time two new dicks were
being worked over in the dark.

I was lucky enough to get one of them myself.  I had once again taken my
seat halfway up the lower stairwell, reached out in various directions
and found a surprisingly hard cock. It was close to two hours now that
the power had been out, and the last few cocks I had discovered had been
pretty much limp, although they still provided a lot of fun.  Guys were
still in constant need of being drained of their piss, even though they
had no more cum to provide.  That didn't stop me from enjoying their fat
dicks for five or ten minutes.  They felt an obligation after I swallowed
their piss.

But this cock was fresh.  I totally devoured him, making him writhe and
moan on the step where he was sitting.  In a surprisingly short period of
time he was violently pumping cum in my mouth, his hands gripping my
head. His load was huge, the biggest I had taken that evening, and I
couldn't believe he had that much cum after the suckfest that had been
going on.   I had time to lovingly milk him of every last drop before the
lights came back on, illuminating a stairwell full of sweaty, exhausted
men.

In the dim light of the stairwell I found myself on the lower step below
a uniformed beefy policeman, my head between his spread legs and his soft
cock in my mouth. I had totally drained him.

But this was San Francisco, after all.  He smiled down at me, patted the
side of my face with a big hand, and stood up, tucking his dick back into
his pants.

It was time to go.  It was well after 2AM.

Hope you enjoyed the tale.