Date: Thu, 14 Jun 2007 20:30:35 -0700
From: Mike Jones <blatz1@roadrunner.com>
Subject: Sucktales 9

Aloha.  This particular sucktale takes place in Oahu, in the older part of
downtown Honolulu at Aloha Tower, where the cruise
ships pull in.  I invite fans to read the three "Hawaiian Suck"  stories I
posted a while ago.  I also have my first story, "Waiting for the Greyhound"
still on Nifty. But this particular tearoom figured prominently in two of my
'Hawaiian Suck' stories.  It was in front of Aloha tower, in a grassy
square. It was a rectangular cement mens room, the size of a single-wide.
High barred windows, with six urinals and six stalls, facing each other
(well, actually the guys at the urinals were facing the wall).  A sink at
the very end.  A heavy door that was padlocked at nine PM each night and
remained wedged open during the day.  Entrances could be made quickly and
silently, without warning.  Anyone engaging in action in this tearoom had to
be ready to look innocent very quickly if necessary.

Unless a guard was posted, which was the case this particular weekday, when
I had managed to skate out from my job on Pearl Harbor Navy Base at
lunchtime. Because of action going on in the last two stalls, I was in the
sixth stall, right next to the gaping stone door.  A high cement wall formed
an "L" around the open door, shielding it from direct view from the outside.
But whoever walked into the mens room would see me first, my shorts around
my ankles, hunched over until I made eye contact.

I would then raise up, showing my limp dick dangling between my legs.

Today I didn't need any tricks.  The two in the last two stalls had just
finished, the fat young local high school boy cumming heavily into a
white-haired local mans mouth. I was hoping to get a taste of the grandpa,
but they both left immediately after the boy stopped moaning and squirming.
At first he had done the boy through the large glory hole that connected the
last two stalls.  After the chubbette was throroughly worked up, the old man
zoomed in for the kill, kneeling in front of the last stall and bobbing his
head rapidly in the lap of the boy, his face disappearing between two huge
sweating brown thighs. I was envious as hell, but I sat at the last stall,
keeping watch while stroking my cock.

I was experienced at this, and signalled them in plenty of time to break
twice as straight men on their lunch breaks came in to take a quick piss.

The lucky old man was undisturbed after the second interruption, and brought
the young local boy to a violent cum, his sweating belly heaving, his
tree-trunk thighs quivering with spasms.  Not a word of thanks as they
pulled up their shorts and disappeared, but its all good.

Good Karma is its own reward.  Immediately after they left, before I had a
chance to pull up my shorts and move to the last stall, a thin, intense
chinese office worker walked in.  Nobody in their right mind wears a suit
jacket in Oahu other than Steve McGarrett, so businessmen and office workers
would be wearing nice trousers, shined shoes and perfectly pressed white
shirts with ties. Still a lot of clothing for Oahu.  I wss dressed in my
standard tank top, flowered shorts with no underwear and flip flops.

I think the reason for what happened next was that I had acquired quite a
reputation around Aloha Tower by this time, and many locals were on the
lookout for me.  Despite the incredible racial stew that is Oahu, Whites and
locals hardly ever mixed. Getting their cocks sucked by a white man was a
great novelty for most of the locals.  I hardly ever saw another white
bottom in any of the tearooms.  Over at the peepshows, that was a little
more prevalent.  I guess most of the white locals were afraid of the mens
rooms where I hung out.  More for me.

The pale chinese man in his twenties took one look at me, turned around and
walked out.  I found this amazing.  But apparently he had been looking for
me.  He came back into the mens room two minutes later, followed by six
other chinese office workers, all dressed identically.  They stared me
straight in the eyes one by one, and took their places at the six urinals,
unzipping.  They could have been clones, they were so identical in
appearance.

Something else I've considered over the years since this happened.  I happen
to have bright green eyes, and I sometimes wonder if the seven chinese men
thought it was lucky being blown by someone with green eyes.  Or perhaps
they just wanted to get back at the quai-loh.  Either reason was fine with
me.

But they had this orchestrated.  I had been identified and their lunchtime
plan was apparently in place.  With the first man standing in front of the
stall, staring down at me, the man at the last urinal, after a few words
from the first man was unzipping and moving into position just outside the
concrete "L", where he assumed guard. After I sucked off the first man, he
then went on guard and each man after that went on watch after getting
sucked off.  The first man on guard was next.

With the other five still standing at the urinals and watching, the first
chinese man unzipped and pulled a limp cock out of bikini shorts.  Not only
were they dressed in identical shirts, ties and pants, but they all wore
tiny bikini shorts as well.

It was a busy weekday, and we were interrupted frequently.  Each time, we
would get a word from the guard outside and my partner would turn around and
be standing at the last urinal as someone walked in, his cock wilting.  With
all the urinals occupied, the straights would quickly piss in one of the
toilets and leave, wondering about the six identical chinese men in the
restroom, and the other one standing just outside.

None of us gave a fuck.  The first chinese man and myself were interrupted
three times, but each time I immediately dove back down on his thin
five-inch dick, feeling him quickly harden in my mouth and in almost no time
at all I was pistoning my mouth on his rock-hard dick down to the balls over
and over again.

He stood there slightly hunched over, no movement on his part other than
unzipping, watching me as I sucked his cock. A sneer was on his lips.  I was
loving it.  Along with his pent-up sperm I was also about to relieve him of
any sexual tension he might have as a result of any unpleasant encounters
with the haole today.

He only allowed me to suck for as long as it took him to get off.  The
moment his thin bony cock was ready he took my head with both hands and
plunged my lips down to the base, where I inhaled his wiry black pubes.  I
felt his thin veiny cock pulsing as he pumped six thick wads into my mouth,
not making a sound.  The mens room was dead silent, everyone on the alert
for a word from the watcher outside.

The moment he was finished he pulled out of my mouth, and I had to scramble
to catch the thick string of cum that oozed from his dick as he pulled back.
He paid no further attention to me, zipping up carefully and stepping to the
sink, where he washed his hands and combed his hair.  He went outside and
assumed the watch and the chinese man outside came in and took his place in
front of my stall.  The last urinal was available to him as a retreat when
warning was given, which happened once.

If not for that, I think this one would have cum much quicker than the other
chinese.  He was sweating, back arched, letting me do all the work when we
were interrupted.  Two minutes later he was back at the stall with a totally
limp cock, and we started over.  Another two minutes later he had me locked
in position with both hands, pumping another six thick wads in my mouth.

I can't remember each and every one after all this time, especially since
they all looked and acted the same.  But with each of the men at the urinals
standing guard at their prearranged time, another chinese man would be at
the sixth stall, standing with an assumed air of indifference as I sweated
and sucked his cock. Some of them grunted and made noises when they came,
which would draw sharp comments in Chinese from the other men.  It was
essential that everyone remain quiet, so that we could hear approaching
straights.

I couldn't tell you the exact number of spurts, but each of these asian men
shot thick fat loads.  We continued the plan they had worked out until we
had been interrupted twenty times without incident and I had sucked off all
seven chinese office workers.

As the last one gave me a look of disdain and walked out of the mens room, I
knew we had all gotten lucky that day. I had a belly full of thick, spermy
chinese cum, and they had an edge when they went back to work.

I sucked off many chinese businessmen and office workers, both before and
after this incident, but had never seen as coordinated a plan with myself at
the center.  Sometimes I get lucky.

Til next time. Talk to me at blatz1@roadrunner.com