Long Beach Greyhound men's room fun
For a couple of years I was a young sailor stationed on a ship in Long Beach, California. I sucked a lot of dick in the men's room at the Greyhound bus Station. There were three stalls with doors, and one stall on the end with no door. This is where I always sat. I like guys to see me. I can cruise straights like a pro. And they are the ones I want. Their huge loads.
The urinals were along the wall on my right, with a partition separating the last stall from the row of urinals. This stall was the only one out of view from the entrance, which gave me and whatever strange guy I was sucking time to get presentable. Remember these tips, you men's room cocksuckers. There was a six-inch gap between the partition and the wall, allowing me a full view of the urinals with yummy dicks dangling in front of them. And if someone wanted, they could turn their heads and see me with my legs spread, dick dangling down, semi hard. They always looked. If their dicks started to swell I knew I was in business.
In other words, it was a perfect men's room. In the other stalls, it was hit or miss. No one could see you. And anyone could walk in and immediately see the action. Long Beach had undercover vice cops. I was always on the lookout for them. One time, incredibly, I was busted for jerking off in a porn theater. Drunk and horny sailor boy. Got out of that by sucking off the two cops in the back of their car. But that is another story.
Once a straight man has his dick in his hand in a public men's room, It's pretty easy to get him to stand in front of your face instead of a urinal with that dick dangling, if you make your intentions clear. Straight and married, it doesn't matter. Hardly anyone turns down a blowjob. Peering through that large gap they could see a young white sailor boy, pants around his ankles, legs spread and a semi hard dick dangling between my legs that would start to rise when they looked at me. I got very few refusals. No words needed to be said.
This particular evening, a young black man in his mid to late twenties walked into the men’s room, with a veritable entourage. He had a skinny white trash boy, tall, thin and bony, tattooed and ginger. They were accompanied by an old bald white man, maybe sixty, who seemed to worship him. I guess the black man was into being worshiped by white men. This white boy was certainly up for it. I would worship him too. Or at least his dick.
He walked over to the front of my stall, saw me sitting there with my pants down around my ankles and my semi-hard dick dangling between my legs, smiled and squeezed the fat bulge down his pants leg. I licked my lips. My dick was rising, pulsing and growing.
He sidled right up to my face and let me do the honors. I reached out and unzipped his pants. The other two were by the first stall, lounging against the sinks. The young one smirked and talked shit about what a slut I was, using the filthiest language imaginable. The old one watched intently. I pulled a soft nine inches out of his boxers, thick and jet-black. His dick was so smooth that it shown with highlights from the overhead lights. Magnificent. Pure African.
'How about that, punk-ass white boy? Think you can handle that shit?' The ginger punk taunted in a menacing, squeaky voice.
" I can do a lot more than handle it." I replied.
After taking in every detail, holding the huge black wonder in both hands, I slid back his foreskin and dove on his fat cock, taking the whole soft dick in my mouth, bulging out my cheeks. I could feel it swelling. Slowly I let it slip back between my lips, inch by inch, bobbing my head. When it was hard enough, I popped his huge dickhead into my throat and took him to the balls. He gasped and I moaned. My watchers took out their dicks. I got even harder watching them jerk their growing dicks.
After taking about 25 wonderful deep strokes on his magnificent cock, I backed off to admire my work.
He had the largest, longest piss-slit I had ever seen on a doorknob sized dickhead. It was pink. I was able to stick my probing tongue deep inside his dick, which I did over and over again. I bobbed my head and tongue-fucked him while he stroked the side of my face and lovingly whispered to me how much he liked getting sucked off by pretty white boys. My dick was rock hard. I was pumping it like crazy. So were the watchers. I loved a show. I used to be really shy about that, but once I got into it I couldn't get enough. And it just lined up more strange cocks to suck. Watching the look on a strangers face when they see you on your knees sucking a cock is an incredible experience. I don't remember anyone ever walking away.
The two watchers had come much closer and now I was ringed in by the three of them. Up against the wall, pretty much. I locked eyes with the skinny punker trash boy, and we grinned at each other. He was jerking a long, thin, whiter-than-white ginger cock. He was hung. His skinny legs were smooth and hairless and his bush was thick with orange hair. The old man had his fat white cut cock in his hand, slowly jerking off. His shiny dickhead was a greenish-purple. He was the size of a beercan, eight really fat inches.
The black man grinned and motioned for them to come closer. I now had three rock hard dicks in my face. I turned to the left and inhaled the ginger boy's dick, violently bumping my face into his bush. His knees went weak.
'Best cocksucker ever!' He squeaked, taking me by the ears and facefucking me. He stroked my throat for about a minute before the old man on my right muttered 'I want some too.'
Without permission, I freed myself from the ginger's grasp and took the old man's huge purple dickhead in my mouth. It was so hot. I took him to the balls but was much more gentle, (I intended to punish the punk when the time came). He moaned and let me do my thing, and we both enjoyed it very much.
But then we were interrupted. The old wooden door creaked open and a short, stocky middle-aged Mexican man walked into the men’s room. We couldn't see him, but we all heard him. Everybody broke at the same time, zipping up and retreating to the sinks at the first stall. I stayed as I was of course, pants completely off and hung on a hook, with a raging hard on.
I heard the footsteps lead to the urinals, slowly over to the last one closest to me, which was always a good sign, and then the unzipping and the heavy pissing sounds. Through the crack I saw a FAT uncut brown dick dangling in front of the closest urinal, a huge stream of piss splashing into the bowl. A lot of beer, I thought. After he finished, he shook off the last drops and began squeezing his fat Mexican dick. He looked through the crack at me where my dick was hard and throbbing. I stared at his dick and licked my lips. This would be my first Mexican dick of the day, and I was really looking forward to it. He had just jumped to the head of the line.
The Mexican stepped around the partition with his dick dangling down, ignoring the watchers. He was still dribbling piss. He wore faded ripped jeans and a plaid work shirt, dark brown, very white teeth and a thick black mustache. His black hair was peppered with grey. His soft dick was a thick six inches. His eyes glittered, and his dick started to grow as he saw a young white boy sliding my mouth over the head of his foreskin covered cock. He was soft but I didn't need my hands to suck his soft cock entirely into my mouth, clamping my lips down on it. Pure bliss.
I wanted to finish off the young handsome black man and I wanted to swallow his cum. And both of his companions. But first I had to take care of the horny Mexican. I very much wanted to take care of him. And an audience made it so much better. I felt so fucking dirty. And they got one hell of a show.
He inflated quickly and in just a few strokes his dick was hard enough that I could take his enormous head into my throat. He got thicker and longer after that, and after more sucking I could feel that his dickhead was about halfway down my throat. That was the 9 inch mark. Awesome.
In no time at all, my three companions were back at the stall. The old man dropped to his knees and pulled down the punk's shorts. The huge head was fire engine red. It looked like a clown's dick. The old man engulfed it to the balls and the boy's knees buckled. The young black man watched me with a smile of encouragement. He took his soft dick out and started squeezing it, reminding me of what I was going to get. He knew what I was doing. I had to get the horny Mexican out of the way before we could finish our business. And the only way we could do that was for me to fully drain his balls. I had been in this situation many times. All they could do was enjoy the show. Usually it made them cum faster and harder, which was why I always deliberately cruised the newcomer. Hope you cocksuckers are taking note.
He was an excellent acquisition. His black bush was thick and curly, peppered with grey, and I buried my face in it. He was extremely appreciative of the blowjob and the audience, nodding and grinning at each of them, proud as he could be of his big dick getting sucked by a white boy. The old man watched us, sliding his purple lips up and down the punks rock-hard skinny dick with machine gun rapidity. I could see the bulbous head of the boy's cock sliding back and forth in the dad's throat. It looked huge.
The punk was no longer watching me, his eyes were rolled back in his head. He was getting an excellent blowjob from the old man. Guess that was why they let him hang around. My guess was that the punk liked taking it up the ass from the young black man. I could imagine his skinny young white body bent over double beneath the black man, that fat cock pistoning in and out of his tight bony ass. He probably took it up the ass from the old man too. He had a cute round ass with milky white butt cheeks. I wouldn't mind fucking him myself, just to see that smirk disappear from his cute face when he felt the huge head of my cock slide in. And the old man was around to suck them off whenever they wanted. A well matched little group. I would be willing to take his spot if he ever retired.
The Mexican reached out to me with two large brown hands, and pulled my face down to the base of his dick. He fucked my face for the rest of the blowjob, sliding his fat brown cock slowly in and out of my mouth, then faster and faster, bottoming out in my throat again and again, banging his bush against my face. Each time his huge dickhead popped through into my tight throat he grunted. I relaxed and enjoyed the ride. He would pull back every so often and let me polish his huge dickhead with my tongue, sighing with pleasure. When I had polished his huge knob to a high gloss, he took his fat dick with one hand and rubbed his dickhead all over my face, finally cramming it back into my mouth.
After setting his own pace for as long as he needed, his strokes increased in speed until he was slamming his belly into my face over and over and then I felt his ass cheeks clench and go rock-hard (I had a handful of his fat brown ass in each hand). He gasped and pulled me down to his sweaty bush and pumped an enormous sweet wad into my mouth. We both moaned and I swallowed. Again and again. Moan and swallow.
Immediately after, the punk locked the old man’s bald head into his flaming orange bush with both hands. He moaned. Now it was the old man's turn to moan and swallow. Moaning and swallowing. The old man was me in about 40 years.
I could see his throat working as he swallowed. The young black man just smiled and waited his turn while the two white boys swallowed cum. All was as it should be. The Mexican outlasted the punk. Eight times I saw the punk’s egg-sized purple balls rise and fall inside a paper-thin scrotum as he delivered each load of cum down the old man's sucking mouth before he finally collapsed against his partner, the smirk gone from his cute, barely legal face. But the Mexican continued to pump his thick sweet cum, eight times, nine times, twelve times. Oh my fucking God. I had to swallow five times to get his huge load down.
He let me suck and lick and squeeze his fat brown dick until he was limp and shiny and clean. He patted the side of my face, whispered 'Good boy...I give you a real big one. Gracias. ' He pulled up his pants, heading somewhat unsteadily to the sinks. So much for him.
I reached out and looped my arm around one of the black man’s legs and pulled him to me. In no time at all I had fished his limp nine inches out of his pants and was sliding my lips over the head once again, drilling the tip of my tongue into his huge, amazing piss-slit. I sucked his jet black shiny dick down to the base, darting the tip of my tongue deep in his dick on each up-stroke. I was penetrating him with a full inch of my tongue. I made sure everyone got a good look. His legs were wobbling. The Mexican washed his hands slowly, watching me. His face was expressionless. I think he was amazed. His dick was bulging out his jeans. Looks like I might get another load from him. Mexicans are always good for two loads.
This time we were not interrupted. I slowly and deeply sucked his cock at a pace that we were both enjoying. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his silk shorts. He was so good looking and so nice to me that I think he might have been a ****. He could **** me out to other black guys with big dicks anytime. I fantasized about it as I sucked his huge cock.
He didn't want to cum too soon and I didn't want him to cum too soon. He was now nine thick inches of beautiful hard black cock and I had three watchers. Even the punk looked impressed at this point. The Mexican was hanging around, squeezing his dick. I'm pretty sure he wanted seconds. I've made many a Mexican dick cum three times in one evening.
I wanted to drink his cum badly and he gave me a huge mouthful without warning. This surprised me, because usually I can tell when someone is about to cum in my mouth. Guess my show had made him really hot. I gulped it down and he pumped out two more just as big. Two more big swallows. But then came a major disappointment.
He pulled out forcefully, and fulfilled what was apparently his own fantasy-cumming on a white boys face. He rubbed the bulbous head of his dick against my lips, my cheeks, my face, my nose, my forehead, covering my entire face with ropes of thick, milky-white cum. He put his dickhead against my nose and shot one wad up each nostril. His incredible inch-long piss-slit oozed cum in a steady stream. He held my face with one hand, holding his dick with the other while he painted my face. My mouth was wide open, and I was trying to get as much as I could. He would pump one into my open mouth ever so often to make me happy.
The old white man was jerking off, His doorknob sized head shiny and purple. The punk and the Mexican watched, transfixed, as the huge beautiful black cock coated my young white face with cum. I was getting off on it, but would have preferred to swallow his entire load. I had three big swallows in my belly however, and had gotten two more while he was having his fun. Plus the enormous load the Mexican had given me.
He allowed me to milk his soft cock and tongue his slit for a very long time, before he finally drew back and tucked his soft nine inches back into his silk boxers. Without a word, he went to the sink, and the Mexican left. With a hard on.
But all was not over yet. The punk and the black man were at the sinks, the punk lovingly washing the huge black cock. The old white man quickly slipped into my stall, dropping to his knees. I had not counted on this, but I WAS pretty horny by this point, my dick hard and throbbing. Still jerking off, the old man expertly sucked my dick as I sprawled on the toilet. He was very good. The other two stood by the sinks, waiting for their partner, a smile on their faces as the old man used his expert deep throating technique to bring me to a violent cum.
For once I was the one holding the old man’s bald head into my sweaty crotch, while I shot eight wads of cum into his mouth that I had been hoarding for several hours. My balls ached with the release.
He sucked me dry and stood up, his hard dick bobbing in front of my face.
'Suck me off before anyone comes along. I have a huge load for you.' He husked.
The black man wanted a smoke and said he’d meet them outside. The punk came up next to us, pulling down his shorts. His cute bizarre clown dick flopped out. I wanted it in my mouth.
An old, white, thick eight-inch dick throbbed in front of my mouth; the dickhead enormous, even larger than mine. I'm a freak for dickheads. Whenever I found one bigger than mine I went crazy. He was at least sixty, and both bald heads gleamed with sweat. We had each had two loads. I was being invited to enjoy his.
I opened WIDE and took the head of his dick in my mouth, tongued it and slid my lips down his shaft to the balls. He was really close. No sooner had I taken a dozen deep strokes on his huge cock than he grabbed me firmly by both ears and fed me his old veiny beer can, his white pubes tickling my nose. He threw his head back and slid his cock back and forth between my lips, moaning. Over the next thirty seconds he pumped ten slow, fat wads of cum into my mouth, thick and lumpy. He gave me more than I had given him. There was no face-painting here, he knew what I wanted. I was a cum drinker, just like him. He gave it to me just like I wanted, in thick spurts on the back of my tongue where I could taste it before the slimy mess slid down my throat. I milked his soft cock, squeezing him dry.
The moment he backed away, the skinny white boy stood in front of me, aiming his long bone-white dick at my lips. My show had made him hard again. The shiny head was as red as a clown's nose and just as big.
The old man said he was going outside for a smoke and for the next ten minutes I feasted on young skinny white boy dick, backing off just when he was ready to cum, again and again. I made it last much longer than it normally would have. Most of the guys I sucked were as old or older than me. A younger boy was a rare taste treat. And as I said earlier, I wanted to punish the smug little bitch.
Finally he couldn’t take any more. I backed off one last time, but he took my head with both hands and plunged me down to his flaming sweaty crotch.
‘No more of that shit! Time to take my load you slut bitch’. He moaned in a young voice. 'I'm gonna cum in your mouth so fuckin much.'
He had given the old bald man eight wads and I wanted my share. I worked him like a maniac as he gasped and grunted, sweat running down his rock hard smooth belly. I got ten big spurts of cum from his throbbing dick before he ran dry. I was holding and squeezing his huge purple balls the whole time. He liked it rough and I squeezed every last drop of cum from his balls. Literally squeezed it out. And he loved it.
Now I had them all. All four loads. All their sperm cells wriggling and mixing together in my mouth and belly. My dick started to get hard again.
Five minutes after the boy left, the Mexican walked back in with a big grin on his face, wanting another round. We were alone this time, and I savored his fat brown dick. It was late, and quiet as a tomb. He leaned against the partition and I got on my knees sucking his fat brown cock as I had sucked off so many other fat brown Mexican cocks. It took a full ten minutes to make him pop but we were both drawing the experience out. As before, he took my head in his hands and explosively shot his load, pumping shot after shot down my siphoning throat. I managed to keep him semi hard and in only a couple of minutes I was taking his hard dick down my throat again. We didn't try to draw it out this time but it still took twenty minutes of bliss before he let out a moan that was almost painful and gave me the last of his Mexican cum, six slow, throbbing spurts. He continued to throb for a long time but he was shooting air. I had it all. I was done for the evening so together we each shot a load, his down my throat and mine between his legs, hitting the partition again and again.
When he was finally able to extract his soft, wet cock from my mouth, he cupped his balls and whispered 'No mas, Amigo.' I couldn't have received a better compliment.
What an evening.
The urinals were along the wall on my right, with a partition separating the last stall from the row of urinals. This stall was the only one out of view from the entrance, which gave me and whatever strange guy I was sucking time to get presentable. Remember these tips, you men's room cocksuckers. There was a six-inch gap between the partition and the wall, allowing me a full view of the urinals with yummy dicks dangling in front of them. And if someone wanted, they could turn their heads and see me with my legs spread, dick dangling down, semi hard. They always looked. If their dicks started to swell I knew I was in business.
In other words, it was a perfect men's room. In the other stalls, it was hit or miss. No one could see you. And anyone could walk in and immediately see the action. Long Beach had undercover vice cops. I was always on the lookout for them. One time, incredibly, I was busted for jerking off in a porn theater. Drunk and horny sailor boy. Got out of that by sucking off the two cops in the back of their car. But that is another story.
Once a straight man has his dick in his hand in a public men's room, It's pretty easy to get him to stand in front of your face instead of a urinal with that dick dangling, if you make your intentions clear. Straight and married, it doesn't matter. Hardly anyone turns down a blowjob. Peering through that large gap they could see a young white sailor boy, pants around his ankles, legs spread and a semi hard dick dangling between my legs that would start to rise when they looked at me. I got very few refusals. No words needed to be said.
This particular evening, a young black man in his mid to late twenties walked into the men’s room, with a veritable entourage. He had a skinny white trash boy, tall, thin and bony, tattooed and ginger. They were accompanied by an old bald white man, maybe sixty, who seemed to worship him. I guess the black man was into being worshiped by white men. This white boy was certainly up for it. I would worship him too. Or at least his dick.
He walked over to the front of my stall, saw me sitting there with my pants down around my ankles and my semi-hard dick dangling between my legs, smiled and squeezed the fat bulge down his pants leg. I licked my lips. My dick was rising, pulsing and growing.
He sidled right up to my face and let me do the honors. I reached out and unzipped his pants. The other two were by the first stall, lounging against the sinks. The young one smirked and talked shit about what a slut I was, using the filthiest language imaginable. The old one watched intently. I pulled a soft nine inches out of his boxers, thick and jet-black. His dick was so smooth that it shown with highlights from the overhead lights. Magnificent. Pure African.
'How about that, punk-ass white boy? Think you can handle that shit?' The ginger punk taunted in a menacing, squeaky voice.
" I can do a lot more than handle it." I replied.
After taking in every detail, holding the huge black wonder in both hands, I slid back his foreskin and dove on his fat cock, taking the whole soft dick in my mouth, bulging out my cheeks. I could feel it swelling. Slowly I let it slip back between my lips, inch by inch, bobbing my head. When it was hard enough, I popped his huge dickhead into my throat and took him to the balls. He gasped and I moaned. My watchers took out their dicks. I got even harder watching them jerk their growing dicks.
After taking about 25 wonderful deep strokes on his magnificent cock, I backed off to admire my work.
He had the largest, longest piss-slit I had ever seen on a doorknob sized dickhead. It was pink. I was able to stick my probing tongue deep inside his dick, which I did over and over again. I bobbed my head and tongue-fucked him while he stroked the side of my face and lovingly whispered to me how much he liked getting sucked off by pretty white boys. My dick was rock hard. I was pumping it like crazy. So were the watchers. I loved a show. I used to be really shy about that, but once I got into it I couldn't get enough. And it just lined up more strange cocks to suck. Watching the look on a strangers face when they see you on your knees sucking a cock is an incredible experience. I don't remember anyone ever walking away.
The two watchers had come much closer and now I was ringed in by the three of them. Up against the wall, pretty much. I locked eyes with the skinny punker trash boy, and we grinned at each other. He was jerking a long, thin, whiter-than-white ginger cock. He was hung. His skinny legs were smooth and hairless and his bush was thick with orange hair. The old man had his fat white cut cock in his hand, slowly jerking off. His shiny dickhead was a greenish-purple. He was the size of a beercan, eight really fat inches.
The black man grinned and motioned for them to come closer. I now had three rock hard dicks in my face. I turned to the left and inhaled the ginger boy's dick, violently bumping my face into his bush. His knees went weak.
'Best cocksucker ever!' He squeaked, taking me by the ears and facefucking me. He stroked my throat for about a minute before the old man on my right muttered 'I want some too.'
Without permission, I freed myself from the ginger's grasp and took the old man's huge purple dickhead in my mouth. It was so hot. I took him to the balls but was much more gentle, (I intended to punish the punk when the time came). He moaned and let me do my thing, and we both enjoyed it very much.
But then we were interrupted. The old wooden door creaked open and a short, stocky middle-aged Mexican man walked into the men’s room. We couldn't see him, but we all heard him. Everybody broke at the same time, zipping up and retreating to the sinks at the first stall. I stayed as I was of course, pants completely off and hung on a hook, with a raging hard on.
I heard the footsteps lead to the urinals, slowly over to the last one closest to me, which was always a good sign, and then the unzipping and the heavy pissing sounds. Through the crack I saw a FAT uncut brown dick dangling in front of the closest urinal, a huge stream of piss splashing into the bowl. A lot of beer, I thought. After he finished, he shook off the last drops and began squeezing his fat Mexican dick. He looked through the crack at me where my dick was hard and throbbing. I stared at his dick and licked my lips. This would be my first Mexican dick of the day, and I was really looking forward to it. He had just jumped to the head of the line.
The Mexican stepped around the partition with his dick dangling down, ignoring the watchers. He was still dribbling piss. He wore faded ripped jeans and a plaid work shirt, dark brown, very white teeth and a thick black mustache. His black hair was peppered with grey. His soft dick was a thick six inches. His eyes glittered, and his dick started to grow as he saw a young white boy sliding my mouth over the head of his foreskin covered cock. He was soft but I didn't need my hands to suck his soft cock entirely into my mouth, clamping my lips down on it. Pure bliss.
I wanted to finish off the young handsome black man and I wanted to swallow his cum. And both of his companions. But first I had to take care of the horny Mexican. I very much wanted to take care of him. And an audience made it so much better. I felt so fucking dirty. And they got one hell of a show.
He inflated quickly and in just a few strokes his dick was hard enough that I could take his enormous head into my throat. He got thicker and longer after that, and after more sucking I could feel that his dickhead was about halfway down my throat. That was the 9 inch mark. Awesome.
In no time at all, my three companions were back at the stall. The old man dropped to his knees and pulled down the punk's shorts. The huge head was fire engine red. It looked like a clown's dick. The old man engulfed it to the balls and the boy's knees buckled. The young black man watched me with a smile of encouragement. He took his soft dick out and started squeezing it, reminding me of what I was going to get. He knew what I was doing. I had to get the horny Mexican out of the way before we could finish our business. And the only way we could do that was for me to fully drain his balls. I had been in this situation many times. All they could do was enjoy the show. Usually it made them cum faster and harder, which was why I always deliberately cruised the newcomer. Hope you cocksuckers are taking note.
He was an excellent acquisition. His black bush was thick and curly, peppered with grey, and I buried my face in it. He was extremely appreciative of the blowjob and the audience, nodding and grinning at each of them, proud as he could be of his big dick getting sucked by a white boy. The old man watched us, sliding his purple lips up and down the punks rock-hard skinny dick with machine gun rapidity. I could see the bulbous head of the boy's cock sliding back and forth in the dad's throat. It looked huge.
The punk was no longer watching me, his eyes were rolled back in his head. He was getting an excellent blowjob from the old man. Guess that was why they let him hang around. My guess was that the punk liked taking it up the ass from the young black man. I could imagine his skinny young white body bent over double beneath the black man, that fat cock pistoning in and out of his tight bony ass. He probably took it up the ass from the old man too. He had a cute round ass with milky white butt cheeks. I wouldn't mind fucking him myself, just to see that smirk disappear from his cute face when he felt the huge head of my cock slide in. And the old man was around to suck them off whenever they wanted. A well matched little group. I would be willing to take his spot if he ever retired.
The Mexican reached out to me with two large brown hands, and pulled my face down to the base of his dick. He fucked my face for the rest of the blowjob, sliding his fat brown cock slowly in and out of my mouth, then faster and faster, bottoming out in my throat again and again, banging his bush against my face. Each time his huge dickhead popped through into my tight throat he grunted. I relaxed and enjoyed the ride. He would pull back every so often and let me polish his huge dickhead with my tongue, sighing with pleasure. When I had polished his huge knob to a high gloss, he took his fat dick with one hand and rubbed his dickhead all over my face, finally cramming it back into my mouth.
After setting his own pace for as long as he needed, his strokes increased in speed until he was slamming his belly into my face over and over and then I felt his ass cheeks clench and go rock-hard (I had a handful of his fat brown ass in each hand). He gasped and pulled me down to his sweaty bush and pumped an enormous sweet wad into my mouth. We both moaned and I swallowed. Again and again. Moan and swallow.
Immediately after, the punk locked the old man’s bald head into his flaming orange bush with both hands. He moaned. Now it was the old man's turn to moan and swallow. Moaning and swallowing. The old man was me in about 40 years.
I could see his throat working as he swallowed. The young black man just smiled and waited his turn while the two white boys swallowed cum. All was as it should be. The Mexican outlasted the punk. Eight times I saw the punk’s egg-sized purple balls rise and fall inside a paper-thin scrotum as he delivered each load of cum down the old man's sucking mouth before he finally collapsed against his partner, the smirk gone from his cute, barely legal face. But the Mexican continued to pump his thick sweet cum, eight times, nine times, twelve times. Oh my fucking God. I had to swallow five times to get his huge load down.
He let me suck and lick and squeeze his fat brown dick until he was limp and shiny and clean. He patted the side of my face, whispered 'Good boy...I give you a real big one. Gracias. ' He pulled up his pants, heading somewhat unsteadily to the sinks. So much for him.
I reached out and looped my arm around one of the black man’s legs and pulled him to me. In no time at all I had fished his limp nine inches out of his pants and was sliding my lips over the head once again, drilling the tip of my tongue into his huge, amazing piss-slit. I sucked his jet black shiny dick down to the base, darting the tip of my tongue deep in his dick on each up-stroke. I was penetrating him with a full inch of my tongue. I made sure everyone got a good look. His legs were wobbling. The Mexican washed his hands slowly, watching me. His face was expressionless. I think he was amazed. His dick was bulging out his jeans. Looks like I might get another load from him. Mexicans are always good for two loads.
This time we were not interrupted. I slowly and deeply sucked his cock at a pace that we were both enjoying. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his silk shorts. He was so good looking and so nice to me that I think he might have been a ****. He could **** me out to other black guys with big dicks anytime. I fantasized about it as I sucked his huge cock.
He didn't want to cum too soon and I didn't want him to cum too soon. He was now nine thick inches of beautiful hard black cock and I had three watchers. Even the punk looked impressed at this point. The Mexican was hanging around, squeezing his dick. I'm pretty sure he wanted seconds. I've made many a Mexican dick cum three times in one evening.
I wanted to drink his cum badly and he gave me a huge mouthful without warning. This surprised me, because usually I can tell when someone is about to cum in my mouth. Guess my show had made him really hot. I gulped it down and he pumped out two more just as big. Two more big swallows. But then came a major disappointment.
He pulled out forcefully, and fulfilled what was apparently his own fantasy-cumming on a white boys face. He rubbed the bulbous head of his dick against my lips, my cheeks, my face, my nose, my forehead, covering my entire face with ropes of thick, milky-white cum. He put his dickhead against my nose and shot one wad up each nostril. His incredible inch-long piss-slit oozed cum in a steady stream. He held my face with one hand, holding his dick with the other while he painted my face. My mouth was wide open, and I was trying to get as much as I could. He would pump one into my open mouth ever so often to make me happy.
The old white man was jerking off, His doorknob sized head shiny and purple. The punk and the Mexican watched, transfixed, as the huge beautiful black cock coated my young white face with cum. I was getting off on it, but would have preferred to swallow his entire load. I had three big swallows in my belly however, and had gotten two more while he was having his fun. Plus the enormous load the Mexican had given me.
He allowed me to milk his soft cock and tongue his slit for a very long time, before he finally drew back and tucked his soft nine inches back into his silk boxers. Without a word, he went to the sink, and the Mexican left. With a hard on.
But all was not over yet. The punk and the black man were at the sinks, the punk lovingly washing the huge black cock. The old white man quickly slipped into my stall, dropping to his knees. I had not counted on this, but I WAS pretty horny by this point, my dick hard and throbbing. Still jerking off, the old man expertly sucked my dick as I sprawled on the toilet. He was very good. The other two stood by the sinks, waiting for their partner, a smile on their faces as the old man used his expert deep throating technique to bring me to a violent cum.
For once I was the one holding the old man’s bald head into my sweaty crotch, while I shot eight wads of cum into his mouth that I had been hoarding for several hours. My balls ached with the release.
He sucked me dry and stood up, his hard dick bobbing in front of my face.
'Suck me off before anyone comes along. I have a huge load for you.' He husked.
The black man wanted a smoke and said he’d meet them outside. The punk came up next to us, pulling down his shorts. His cute bizarre clown dick flopped out. I wanted it in my mouth.
An old, white, thick eight-inch dick throbbed in front of my mouth; the dickhead enormous, even larger than mine. I'm a freak for dickheads. Whenever I found one bigger than mine I went crazy. He was at least sixty, and both bald heads gleamed with sweat. We had each had two loads. I was being invited to enjoy his.
I opened WIDE and took the head of his dick in my mouth, tongued it and slid my lips down his shaft to the balls. He was really close. No sooner had I taken a dozen deep strokes on his huge cock than he grabbed me firmly by both ears and fed me his old veiny beer can, his white pubes tickling my nose. He threw his head back and slid his cock back and forth between my lips, moaning. Over the next thirty seconds he pumped ten slow, fat wads of cum into my mouth, thick and lumpy. He gave me more than I had given him. There was no face-painting here, he knew what I wanted. I was a cum drinker, just like him. He gave it to me just like I wanted, in thick spurts on the back of my tongue where I could taste it before the slimy mess slid down my throat. I milked his soft cock, squeezing him dry.
The moment he backed away, the skinny white boy stood in front of me, aiming his long bone-white dick at my lips. My show had made him hard again. The shiny head was as red as a clown's nose and just as big.
The old man said he was going outside for a smoke and for the next ten minutes I feasted on young skinny white boy dick, backing off just when he was ready to cum, again and again. I made it last much longer than it normally would have. Most of the guys I sucked were as old or older than me. A younger boy was a rare taste treat. And as I said earlier, I wanted to punish the smug little bitch.
Finally he couldn’t take any more. I backed off one last time, but he took my head with both hands and plunged me down to his flaming sweaty crotch.
‘No more of that shit! Time to take my load you slut bitch’. He moaned in a young voice. 'I'm gonna cum in your mouth so fuckin much.'
He had given the old bald man eight wads and I wanted my share. I worked him like a maniac as he gasped and grunted, sweat running down his rock hard smooth belly. I got ten big spurts of cum from his throbbing dick before he ran dry. I was holding and squeezing his huge purple balls the whole time. He liked it rough and I squeezed every last drop of cum from his balls. Literally squeezed it out. And he loved it.
Now I had them all. All four loads. All their sperm cells wriggling and mixing together in my mouth and belly. My dick started to get hard again.
Five minutes after the boy left, the Mexican walked back in with a big grin on his face, wanting another round. We were alone this time, and I savored his fat brown dick. It was late, and quiet as a tomb. He leaned against the partition and I got on my knees sucking his fat brown cock as I had sucked off so many other fat brown Mexican cocks. It took a full ten minutes to make him pop but we were both drawing the experience out. As before, he took my head in his hands and explosively shot his load, pumping shot after shot down my siphoning throat. I managed to keep him semi hard and in only a couple of minutes I was taking his hard dick down my throat again. We didn't try to draw it out this time but it still took twenty minutes of bliss before he let out a moan that was almost painful and gave me the last of his Mexican cum, six slow, throbbing spurts. He continued to throb for a long time but he was shooting air. I had it all. I was done for the evening so together we each shot a load, his down my throat and mine between his legs, hitting the partition again and again.
When he was finally able to extract his soft, wet cock from my mouth, he cupped his balls and whispered 'No mas, Amigo.' I couldn't have received a better compliment.
What an evening.
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