Date: Wed, 13 Jun 2007 17:06:30 -0700 From: Mike Jones Subject: Sucktales 8 Another true tale from my aging brain. Hopefully I can get all the good ones down for posterity before they slip away. I have been recounting my hawaiian encounters in a different directory, but henceforth all tales will be located here. This was an underground parking garage, beneath Aloha Tower, where the tourist Cruise Ships pulled in. In the very back of a huge and dirty dark garage, was an even dirtier and darker mensroom with a warped wooden door and ten stalls. Very long and very narrow. No tourist would ever come in here, for fear of being mugged. This tearoom was only for the locals, myself included. It was a juicy location. I was the only white boy I had ever seen down there. The only other light-skinned men down there were Japanese, including the thick beer can gentleman I wrote about in one of my Hawaiian Suck stories. And a much younger version of him who loudly proclaimed the whole time I sucked him that he was Okinawan, not Japanese. He was thick with a baggy foreskin and a dark brown veiny cock, much like the older man. I liked him so much that I went to his car with him in the underground parking lot, and slowly and appreciatively sucked his fat cock, while he proudly told me that Okinawans shot much bigger loads than Japanese, as I would soon see. I definitely would give him an A for effort. It was a huge, thick choker of a load, and he was very vocal as he delivered it. But I digress. This particular tale I was sitting in the second to last stall. The very last stall had no toilet, just a deep sink. On one occasion, I sucked a well-dressed black man with a briefcase (!) for over thirty minutes while he rested his ass on the sink. He was the only black man I had ever seen come into the restroom, and I was very glad to have him. He wore a suit, which must have made him pretty hot, and as I said had an expensive briefcase. His cock was long and thick, just the way I love my black cocks, uncut and perfectly smooth, except for a huge vein that ran down the top of his shaft. I never got enough black dick in Hawaii, and I was loving this. And from his astonished appreciation, it was obvious that he came down here to get blown on the way home from work, but never expected to get blown by a white boy. After fifteen minutes, it became obvious that he wanted it to last and was holding back. His delicious dick went from a semihard eight inches to a rock-hard ten inches over and over again. Everytime he would get hard and throbbing and thrust in my mouth a few times he would pull back and slow down, going soft on me. That was ok, because when he went soft I could force his entire thick cock into my mouth, to the balls. It was fun the first ten times. After that, I started to get tired. It was hot and dark down there, with a dirty 15-watt bulb directly over us, and I was sweating like a pig. My tank top was hanging on a hook, I had on flipflops and my shorts were around my ankles. I was essentially naked, and covered with sweat. He was fully clothed and hadn't broken a sweat. At this point I was willing to acknowledge him as my lord and master, especially with the control he was exerting over his dick. I sucked for another ten minutes, and he gave me three more sessions with his long hard cock, going limp in between. After twenty-five minutes, gasping for air, I whispered to him that I loved sucking him but that he would have to cum pretty soon because I couldn't take any more. It was an empty threat, of course. I would have sucked him til he came or I collapsed. I neglected to mention I was hitting popper all this time, as was he. This had been a serious suck session. I had been working his dick just as hard when it was soft as when he allowed himself to get hard and throbbing. I was exhausted. And with the humidity around ninety percent, I was kneeling in a pool of sweat. He enjoyed my declaration that I couldn't take anymore. He reasurred me, whispering, "Don't worry, I'm getting ready to cum." I stared at his drooping wet cock, looking up at him. Still gasping for air. "Go ahead, suck it. I'll cum in just a few minutes." I had the distinct impression that he was going to give me his wad at the exact time he chose. I plunged down on his jet black cock once again, taking his soft head into the entrance of my throat, sliding the rim of his head back and forth between my tonsils. He appreciated this and hardened up on me. The son of a bitch continued to play with me for another five minutes. Everytime I would pause, sweating, he would say: "Just a little bit more. I'm ready to cum." He teased me throughout the five minutes, then finally after a long session with his fullsized hard cock, he pulled out and stroked his dick, holding the back of my head with my lips nuzzling his pisshole. I shoved my tongue in. He was content to cum with the enormous head of his dick resting on my tongue, and I was more than content to accomodate him. While he stroked on six inches of black shaft, his dickhead pulsed and filled my entire mouth with cum. I held all of it til my cheeks started to bulge. Not to brag, but thirty minutes of my sucking causes intense orgasms. I was offended that he felt it necessary to jack off while he came, but what the hell. It was a huge, thick swallow. Billions of sperm, without a doubt. Boy was that a sidetrack or what. Anyway, the last stall didn't have a toilet, only a sink. I don't know what possessed me to suck off the black businessman in there, I think it must have been for the kink. The next stall had a toilet but no door. The other eight stalls all had doors. I liked sitting in the one without a door, because it directly overlooked the row of eight urinals, situated at the back of the tearoom. Ninety percent of my encounters started with my partner pissing at the urinal. It would invariably be a brown cock that was pissing, since I never saw another white man in the two years I cruised this mensroom, before they locked the door permanently. Apparently, every single local man who pissed at the urinal had never seen a white man there before, either. Sitting in the only stall that had no door, my tank top hanging on a hook, shorts around my ankles, my legs spread, cock dangling. Their eyes would pop and they would try to continue pissing, their heads turned around, making eye contact me me the whole time. Normally they would not be making eye contact with a haole except to inspire fear, but I was not supposed to be down there. I was different. In the two years I cruise this tearoom I never sensed even the slightest agression towards me. This was without a doubt one of the finest tearooms I had ever found. Absolutely no competition from any other cum sluts and a seventy-five percent acquisition rate at the urinals. Three out of four local men either on their lunch break, or getting off work (or best of all, friday or saturday nights), would be seduced by eye contact and body language to sidle over to the front of my stall, where I would immediately drop to my knees. Usually we would both be sweating. The humidity was terrible. I sucked the cum out of hundreds of polynesian, samoan, japanese, chinese, filipino, and many men who had mixed so well in the melting pot of tiny Oahu that they could only be called local. Thin, fat, long, short, needledicks, jugheads, veiny, silky smooth, and of course dozens of different shades of brown. They were pretty much overjoyed to be getting a blowjob, and the thing I liked most was that they came fast and didn't need to jerk off to do it. And the vast majority of them would try to conceal the fact that they were cumming. They wanted so badly to cum in a white mans mouth that they would try to surprise me every time. But the surprise was on them as I grinned and suctioned their dicks for all the cum they could give me. A couple nearly passed out on me, they came so hard. Not that I'm all that good, but most of these guys had dicks that I could easily take into my mouth, except for the ones that were exceptionally thick--the Japanese and the Samoans. The problem with anonymous sex is that these hundreds of blowjobs blur into one continuous good time. I sucked every dick imaginable in that dark, private tearoom. As I said, only one out of four got away. If two or three guys came in together, one or two of them would come back on their own to stand at the urinal again. I was a very lucky guy. Imagine your own personal perfect tearoom that nobody else knows about. Swear to God this is a true story. This evening (friday) I was sitting in the early evening in my favorite stall. I sucked the cocks of half a dozen total strangers, each of them cumming their brains out into my mouth. One of my regulars came in, an energetic filipino guy, healthy and full of testosterone. He liked lengthy, physical sessions with me. We had already had several. He wore the typical tanktop and flowered shorts of the local, which is what I was wearing-or actually, not wearing. No formalities, of course. His shorts were around his ankles immediately and his thick circumsized dick was thrusting into my open mouth. He was the biggest filipino I have ever sucked, eight inches and thick. He got hard as soon as he saw me, so there was no working his limp cock. Our sessions were very noisy, but totally nonverbal. He moaned, groaned, threw back his head and gasped for air continuously while I sucked him, all the while rockhard and pulsing, with a silky bulbous head. I loved sucking him and he loved being sucked. But goddamn he was noisy. He had total control over his time of cumming, just as the black gentleman I described earlier. But he remained rockhard the whole time, which made him superior, in my thinking. He leaked precum, moaned, grunted and wailed. When he was ready he would feed me one hell of a load, holding my head in the exact position he wanted while he pumped a dozen rapid shots into my mouth, bellowing at the top of his lungs. He didn't give a fuck if anyone else walked in. If they were anyone other than white, and not a cop, he didn't stop whatever he was doing at the time. This particular evening I was hot from sucking the other six local boys at the urinals and it was still early. I wanted nothing more than to have a marathon session with this huge dicked filipino. He gave me one. And five other guys walked in while I was sucking him, but after taking a look at them, he kept thrusting and took no further notice. I doubt that he knew who half of them were, but local guys have a certain look, and I got no bad vibrations from any of them either. After twenty minutes of steady sucking, I had five guys standing around us, squeezing their dicks either from the top or the bottom of their baggy flowered shorts, watching intently as the filipino rolled his eyes and poured sweat, his rock hard dick pistoning with machine-gun rapidity in my mouth hundreds of times. He knew exactly how far he could shove the head of his dick before it flattened out on the entrance to my throat, and that was where he aimed. He didn't get off on gagging me, he wanted to fuck my mouth and make me love it. A sixth patron walked into the restroom, a chubby local boy with spiked hair and a round moon face. Same shorts and tanktop. He pissed at the urinal without the filipino noticing him, which was understandible because his back was arched and he was thrusting energetically into my mouth, to the great appreciation of his audience, who were now displaying various types of brown dicks through the legs of their baggy shorts, all now openly jacking off. He noticed the brown boy at the urinal, and his face lit up. He called him over and told him to watch. I think with the crowd around me it might have been hard to see earlier. He proudly shoved the bulbous head of his dick against my lips and I swallowed his eight inches to the balls, making a special effort since he obviously was wanting to impress the chubby local boy. I wasn't sure I could see a resemblance between them, but the boy seemed to be filipino. His eyes were huge and round. The boy watched me slide my lips slowly up and down the huge cock, and said, "Wha fo' he do dat?" I'm not that good at pidgin. The older filipino told him I liked to do that and would do it to any local boy. "Fo' real?" the boy asked. "Fo' real!" was the response, as the filipino pulled his rockhard dick out of my mouth, the head popping out. I can't remember meeting someone who stayed totally hard all the time. I never saw him limp other than the times I drained him. He stood back, and invited the young filipino in. He came closer, his belly smooth and shiny and protruding below his tank top. Everything I saw was hairless. I could see nothing of his dick. He had made no move to touch it. He told the boy that I would suck him now, if he wanted. "Fo' real?" My response was to pull down the boys shorts, revealing a thick limp cock, quite a bit like the older filipino's cock, also circumsized. A younger brother or cousin or just an acquaintance? I never found out. His cock ballooned as I took it into my mouth, and I only had enough time to give him four or five strokes before he dropped, his knees buckling, and shot half a dozen thick, creamy wads in my mouth. His cum was nothing like the watery, forceful blasts of the other filipino, and I no longer thought they were related. Perhaps a friend of his son. Who knows. At any rate, this really made him hot, watching me drain the cum of an acquaintance. He allowed me to milk the boy until he was totally limp, which I really appreciated since the boy had cum so fast. Soon enough though he was thrusting into my mouth with his quick, even strokes, wailing his pleasure. After only five minutes, he announced to everyone that he was going to cum. Our audience was trying to keep pace with him as they pumped their brown dicks, pausing over and over again as they tried not to cum. They had seen what I was willing to do and they wanted it for themselves. Every one of them was saving it up for me. My filipino wailed and began shooting rapidfire bursts of cum into my throat. The force was so great I could feel each one of them, my lips clasping his hard cock and feeling his veins throbbing, and best of all, the huge tube running under his dick that pulsed each time he came. He was indeed something special. I thought he was overacting for the benefit of the five onlookers, but his fourteen wads of cum were genuine enough. I was hoping the whole time that none of the five would lose control and blow their wad on the filthy floor. They kept control and none of them lost it. I saw five bulging dickheads pointing at me in the dim light, all of them waiting. Finally he made a big show out of wiping his brow, exclaiming what a hell of a blowjob he had just received, nodding and smiling to the five heated bystanders, all the while as I milked every drop of cum from his soft cock. Within seconds after he pulled the head of his cock from my lips, another fat brown head was sliding back through my lips. I sucked the five bystanders off in less than fifteen minutes, while the filipino stood at the sinks and watched. I wish I could remember more about them, but any details I added at this point would be my imagination. All I remember is that they all came with great intensity, dripping sweat with their eyes popping. That was it for that particular evening, but before we close on this tearoom a little story of an encounter that took place at lunchtime. It is my fondest hope that everyone who reads my tales shoots a big load at their favorite moment, as I do when I proofread my tales. If they didn't turn me on I wouldn't write them. And believe me, every word is true. I couldn't write fiction if I tried. These three local men were short, fat and tall. Three of them. During lunch times I generally keep inside one of the stalls with doors, and peer out at the potential partners. Sometimes I unlatch the door and take a look around, raising up off the seat. This particular time when I opened the door and took a look, I saw a skinny local, tall with afro-type hair, staring at me. He was at the sinks, along with two of his buddies. I locked eyes with him, he stepped closer and scoped me out in the stall, pretty much naked and white. He yelled out something unintelligible in pidgin to his partners, came into my stall and latched the door. His partners didn't seem to get the idea at first, but after he unlatched the door and let them see me sliding my lips up and down his long, very thin dick, they got with the program. One of them would watch me through the crack in the door, while the other one watched the entrance. They traded off. The local guy was much taller than me, and very light skinned, almost yellow. He wore a headband, and his hair was kinky, like a black man. We get a very unique racial mix in Oahu, which I thoroughly enjoyed in my seven years on the island. His dick reminded me of a black mans, and his pubes were sparse and kinky. He was flattened up against the wall of my stall, whispering comments to his friends as I sucked his cock. We were both sweating when he unloaded in my mouth, but I was used to sweating and would gladly have sucked him longer. His thin, yellow dick pulsed as he pumped his cum in my mouth, five slow and deliberate wads, his thin body hunched over. I collected them all, looked up in his eyes and got his attention before I visibly swallowed his load. He took his time, letting me milk him and slowly pulling up his shorts, while his two companions yelled for him to hurry up and get the fuck out. No sooner had he unlatched the door, then it was jerked open by a fat sweating local with a thin moustache, his chocolate brown beercan clutched in one hand. The tall skinny local turned sideways and slipped out of the stall, and fatboy latched the door and fed me the head of his cock. The third man had his eye to the door now as I sucked the fat sweaty cock of his buddy. This one had a samoan belly with a tank top pulled up above his nipples, and I slammed my face into his sweating crotch again and again, his smooth wet belly slapping against my forehead. My nose went deep into his fat brown belly each time I took his fat cock to the balls. None of these guys were over six inches, which meant that I could really show them a good time. Fatboy had the best cock of the three. I took his veiny beercan every way I could think of, pistoning my tongue into the piss-slit of his circumcized cock. He took off his tanktop, shorts and flipflops while the two of us were hooked up in the stall, standing totally naked before me, sweating and fat and very hot. I had control over him from the beginning, and I lovingly sucked his fat brown cock til I was ready then siphoned the thick sweet cum out of his cock spurt by spurt. He was unused to this and allowed me to have my way. The third man was short, skinny, hyper and very dark. He was very worked up after watching both of his buddies get drained, and wasted no time in latching the door, moving to the back of the stall and dropping his shorts, shoving a rock hard uncut dick into my mouth. He was rough with me, taking my head with both hands and forcing his hard brown dick as far as it would go--only five inches. He was the shortest of the three, but the most excited. I was also excited, taking a big hit of popper and plunging on his hard dick. He appeared puzzled and gestured for the little bottle. I took a big snort with each nostril, demonstrating, and handed it to him. Without hesitation, he took a big liquid snort with each nostril, which I think must have been his first time. I took the bottle back just in time to watch him throw his head back and display a mouth half-full of bad teeth, then he took hold of my head with both hands and force-fed me his dick, which I was ready for and enjoyed. His short fat dick thickened in my mouth, becoming hard as the wooden walls of the stall we were in. I felt him starting to pulse, and gratefully accepted his thick wads of cum. He was loudly talking shit to his friends outside as he came. I took his cum one shot at a time, swallowing twice before he was finished. In a flash he tucked his dick back in his shorts, unlatching the door and disappearing. The three guys left immediately. I felt used, but extremely satisfied. That about covers my best experiences in this particular tearoom, except for a couple of marathon sessions I had with my older Japanese gentleman, of whom I have written before. Hope you all shot a nice load reading about what I did a long time ago. Email me at blatz1@roadrunner.com with comments or requests. I really like hearing from you guys. I even had someone email me telling me that I had sucked them off before. That was quite a turn-on. Its a small world. Til next time.