Date: Fri, 25 Jan 2008 02:38:33 -0800 (PST)
From: largoloubear@yahoo.com
Subject: In Praise of the Older Black Man

My fifth true story and reflection on my life as a gay
man in America.  Not about youngsters in their prime,
not about thin, cute girly boys who whore around
sucking twenty cocks a day...just about a man who
enjoys the sexual company of older black men.

I have learned to appreciate the art of lovemaking,
cocksucking and orally entertaining mature men of all
races and types.  I detest femininity and am not into
doing men half my age.  I relate to men in their
fifties and up and particularly African American men.

As I said in previous stories, whether in an alley,
men's room, bedroom or a park bench, black men really
know how to appreciate a man who can give a good blow
job.  Black men are also very good at letting a white
guy sip from their bladders.

In previous stories I talked about incidents in a
movie theatre parking lot, a pinelands episode, a man
from a local store and my alley buddies.  This story
is about a few of my black buddies that I have come to
love...

To me there is nothing sexier than watching a man
walking up to a urinal, open up his fly, yank out his
hang and hit a splash on a urinal drain.  The look of
satisfaction on his face, the way he holds his cock,
if the man is uncut it is whether he gently skins his
hood back or lets it fly through his closed funnel. 
The excitement is definately hightened when the man is
using my mouth as the urinal or blow job machine.

I met these three men.  One was a trucker that I did
regularly and the other two I met were acquaintences
of his.

First there is Walter...This marvelous man is now in
his early seventies, but I met him when I was in my
twenties at a South Jersey truck stop.  I was a very
timid man at the time, just learning the ropes of
trucker sucking.

This was at a time when undercover cops and female
sluts were not patrolling the large lots completely
filled with trucks and their horny owners.  There were
a good share of fag haters, but more of them didn't
care what sex was mouthing their organs, just as long
as it felt good and they didn't have to pay for it.

Walter was a long distance runner, at the time I was
doing him regualrly, he was in his late forties, a
short stocky fireplug of a man.  Very dark skin, and
hairy for a black man Walt was.  He didn't go for
complicated rituals, he just loved being blown...that
was it.  Nothing quick or fast, just a nice long, slow
wet suck session.

I loved seeing him pull up his truck and wave at me. 
He generally went into the diner to eat and then he
would give me the high sign to meet him in his cabover
Reo.  The rig was big and unkept, like Walter.  He did
not go for heavy colognes or fancy clothes.  He was
not one for underwear and loved me to go right after
his bag of goodies once we were in his truck.  This
one memorable time, we were in the rear of the lot and
the passenger side door was not in view of the rest of
the truckers.  He asked me to accompany him to that
side where he asked me to sit on the entry step to the
truck.

"MMMM, I've been waiting for this all day, was hoping
your hot mouth would be here tonight", he gasped as I
squeezed his prong inside of his pants.  I gently
pressed the area around his lower groin and found a
highly distended bladder which made me smile.

"I know what you want you crazy fucker, and I have
lots of it", he said talking about his bladder
contents.  He ripped his 501's open and pulled a
slightly hard five uncut inches.  His foreskin always
tasted a little sweaty, but never cheesy.  Piss was
already dripping from his spout when he placed the
organ on my outstreched tongue.

I closed my mouth gently around his organ and felt the
underbelly twitch and my mouth was slowly filling with
a very strong and tasty sauce.  He held my mouth to
him as he delivered quite an impressive mouthful.  He
knew how to feed a cocksucker a bladderful...slow
enough to enjoy every drop, not fast and furious.  He
moaned his pleasure as all you could hear was his
stream entering my throat and my rapid swallowing. 
His cock always started growing before he got through
with his bladder emptying.  

Usually a couple of taps on my head told me that he
was done and he was ready for his blow job.  Normally
we would do it in his cab, but this time he said he
was in somewhat of a hurry and instead of me sucking
him, he just wanted me to get him hard and he wanted
to wack off watching me jerk myself off.  It was a
little unusual for Walt because I knew how much he
liked my mouth...but this was his decision.

His organ fattened up like a ball park frank and I
spit it in his hand.  I, in turn, pulled out my
one-eyed buddy and started wanking it.  I was
tranfixed on Walt slowly squeezing his hefty cock,
watching the angry purple head emerge from the
foreskin like an angry cobra on each stroke.

His and my pace quickened, an I say a opaque drop of
fluid at his piss slit and I went to capture it. 
Instead, Walt placed his finger in the small pool and
brought his sticky finger to my lips.  Man did Walt
have good tasting stuff.  Very milky and slightly
salty.

"Wish I had time to drill your tonsils today, pal, but
I gotta get back on the road", he said.  "I told a
couple of friends about you and they want to meet
you", he added. "Get ready for some face painting" he
cried as he erupted in a steady pulse of his
cream...which he dripped all over my face as I, too,
came in a violent climax.  I licked him clean as I
tucked my johnson in my jeans and waved him goodbye.

Walter had a little apartment in a small town in South
Jersey that he asked me to come to the following
weekend.  I layed down the rules, I only do oral, no
anal and the men cannot be fem or young.  He informed
me that all were good men whose wives do not suck cock
and they are curious about your piss drinking thing.  

I got to his place around nine in the evening on a
lazy summer night.  Walt was only in a white tank top
and a pair of loose fitting running shorts.  All
sitting at a large card table were two of his buddies
Dion and Ken. Both dressed in similar garb.

Dion was a tall slender man in his fifties, with a
slight beer paunch.  Ken was a large framed man,
similar to Walt, about 45 or so...only to find out
that Ken and Walt were brothers.

After some small talk and a beer or two, the small
talk came around to sex.  The were very interested in
my boyhood and how I became interested in pleasing
black men.  The seemed to be hanging on my every word.
 The more I talked, the cylindrical objects in their
pants were becoming more apparent.

Walt started everything by announcing, "I am bursting,
where is my urinal friend?"  The other two gents
started getting excited by the announcement by
following me into the bathroom with Walt.

I was asked to sit in the tub while Walt stood over
me..."Open wide, sweetie" was said Walt and aimed his
foreskinned beauty at my open mouth and let a strong
fire of piss hit the back of my throat.  After a five
seconds he closed the gap by putting his prize into my
mouth and let me drink from the spout.  All three men
heard my rapid swallowing.

"Damn, I though Walt was kidding, look at him suck
that stuff down", said his brother Ken.

His stream slowed and he pulled his cock from my mouth
and told me that blow jobs were later and I have job
to do.

He lead me into the dining room where I was told that
I would be under the table for the evening and I would
be servicing him and his two guests there.  I would be
driking piss and swallowing cum there for the next few
hours.

Ken, Walt and Dion all stripped down and gathered
around the table to sit.  All had nice cocks, I had
two with foreskin (Walt and Ken) and on long skinny
cut one that belonged to Dion.

I was given a pillow for my knees and told to take my
place.  I huddled under the large table and waited for
my first assignment.  As the three men played poker
and drank beer, Dion was the first to summon me.  He
pulled his chair back to give me full access to his
sweaty and salty groin.

"Lick my nuts, please...I want to see them in your
mouth", Dion said...and while you are down there you
can tongue my ass a little.  I was faced with a large
pair of musky smelling balls that were waiting for my
touch.  I lightly glazed my tongue over the dark kinky
curls and heard Dion sigh in his chair.  He held his
cards in one hand while he guided my head further and
further into his crotch until I could hardly breathe.

"Smell all that sweat down there, I know I can smell
it up here.  Lick it all up.  After that I got some
used beer for you, I can't wait to feel myself pissing
in that hot mouth", Dion exclaimed.  I munched on his
nut and licked at his crack for about ten minutes when
he said, "Alright, I gotta go".

I took about half of his now eight inches into my
mouth.  "Don't suck, I gotta get is soft so I can
relax and give you my pee", Dion said with a whisper.

I held still for what seemed like an eternity and felt
his hand on the back of my head and his offering
started filling me face.  Like hot water, his piss was
beer piss at it's finest.  Almost tastless and
abundent, he drilled the back of my clutching throat
for close to two minutes.  Outside of a few stray
drops, all of it wound up in my belly.  

While he pissed, I started a nice slow munching action
on his shaft that was really making him stiff.  "Walt,
this fag is somethin'", Dion gasped.

I wanted a nice session with Dion as his was a nice
cock for sucking...long enough to be a challenge but
not a jawbreaker like Walt's was.

Tongue action, gentle suction and my squeezing throat
was all Dion could take as his cum was flooding my
throat literally seconds after the last drop of piss
left his cock.  I fininshed, wiped my mouth and
retreated.  Dion said, "you don't go anywhere, I'm
gonna feel that mouth again real soon, you hear?"

I gave him my word as I heard Walt ask for my mouth
again. "I gotta pee, get over here...I hope you can
take another healthy load".  I just opened my mouth a
stared swallowing immediately.  His brew got less
tangy than the last offering. 

I did to Walt like I did to Dion and started sucking
him before his bladder was dry.  His throat thriller
puffed up and filled my mouth quickly.  Walt dropped
his poker hand and just layed back in his chair to
recieve his suck job.  "Get ready for a long one there
son, you will be on my dick for a while". Walt said. 
Suck, I did...and suck and suck...Lick and
lick...under and around his foreskin...his big ball
sack, then back to his large cock head. "Concentrate
on my cockhead, just my cockhead", he said like a
sleeping tiger.  After about fifteen minutes of an
intense, vigorous sucking, Walt was about to deliver
his load.  Instead of shooting it in my mouth, he
quickly yanked it out of my mouth an came into his
beer glass.  He swirled the thick pasty liquid with
the beer and gave it to me to swallow for all to
watch.  It gave a real meaning to the word "cock"
tail.

"Enough of this poker shit, man, I want my dick taken
care of now", Ken the last of the men said.  "Get your
white ass from out of that table and get into that
bathroom now", he barked.  He ushered me to the john
where I was told to sit.  He shoved his underwear into
my mouth while he took some old towel and put them on
the floor around the toilet. Got a nice taste of his
day's worth of perspiration and stray drops of urine
while he came back to face me.  

Ken then reached down and took his bloated cock in his
hand and skinned it back a few times.  "Here kid,
don't swallow...that is grossing me out...just let it
run out of your mouth like a fucking fountain", I was
told.  

I looked into the eyes of the lust black man as he
aimed his funnelled cock at my open mouth and gave out
a hearty laugh.  "Damn, baby, I wish I could marry
you" he said as a dark drop of urine appeared  at the
end of his abundant foreskin.  "Performance time, kid,
I'm gonna drown ya", he said.  Piss flowed like a
drinking fountain into my mouth, filled to overflowing
and onto the towels on the floor.  Thank God I didn't
have to swallow, he shot the most pungent, dark amber
piss a healthy man could deliver.  I could tell by the
acid taste that this man lived on black coffee.

The other two men joined Ken and started pissing again
towards my mouth.  Three men at once.  All of a sudden
I started feeling faint, my eyes blurred and I
realized that my own cock was showing it's
appreciation my the most intensive orgasm I had ever
had without touching myself.

"Damn, this crazy fucker loves this shit, damn, where
did you find this guy?" Ken asked.

"He is my New Jersey blow job boy down at the "76" off
of exit 2", Walt proudly announced.

The floor was soaked, smelled like a truck stop men's
room and I was in piss heaven.

"Ok, kid, it is my time for your sucking mouth and you
ain't quitin' till you got my nut", he announced.  I
started to lick under the foreskin and he really loved
that.  He kept asking for more and more if it.  His
cock was leaking a steady stream of seminal fluid. 
His was very salty and bleachy tasting.  This man was
really enjoying my expereinced mouth.  The look of
contentment on this man's face was enough to turn
anyone one.  I was touching his furry balls and felt
them tighten around the base of his eight inch
babymaker and he gave out a yell, "You got it".

It didn't seem that he would ever stop cumming...a
very thick film was oozing down my throat as my lips
hunged the base of his damp cock and my nose mingled
with his kinky curly pubes.

"That was a blow job", he said happily as he patted my
head.

Luckily that night, I had a dick in my mouth almost
the entire six hours I spent there.  I had to pause
occassionally to empty my bladder to get refilled, but
these three men were very satsfied by the most intense
episode of cocksucking and pissdrinking in my life to
this date.

While Walt has died, both Dion and Ken are still alive
and we still talk about that night in between mouth
fulls of black cock.

I hope you all liked this story...would love to have
some videos of mature men with a piss theme...Xtube is
ok, but most of the pissers are young...but I will
find some to enjoy I'm sure as you are enjoying my
writing...Thanks for the nice mail!