All the nice words of encouragement have gotten me to write another true experience from my many encounters in my life. This one occurs on a warm night in Philadelphia.
Alleys in Philly
The gay bar district in Philadelphia is sprinkled around the center of the city. You have to know where you are going as there are some pretty rough neighborhoods around the perimeter of "Gay Philly".
On this particular night, I was not particularly looking for someone to spend the night with, but just a nice episode would be nice.
It was a warm June evening, no humidity, but warm just the same. It was early yet, around 8pm and the city hadn't come to life yet. The bars were not crowded, the theatres had their early evening lull and I was thinking seriously of heading home early.
I went up 12th Street to the parking center to get my car. As I approached, I saw two large mature black men walk down a secluded alley right near where I had parked my car. The both looked large, in their 40's or 50's and somewhat intriguing.
I got closer to my parking lot and I looked down the alley to see the two men sitting on a couple of milk crates, making small talk and they saw me.
"Nice night, gentlemen", I said in a friendly tone.
"Now that is sometin' that I ain't been called in a long time...a gentleman", one of the men said with a chuckle.
"Why is that", I replied.
"Well, I'll tell ya cuz, I ain't no gentleman, specially when I'm tired, hungry and horny and I would really like to get me and my friend off tonight", he returned matter-of-factly.
The men both looked a little dirty, maybe a tad drunk but they did not look like they would hurt me. I had a few dollars to offer them if they wanted me to pay for their black cocks.
I let the brain in my cock rule me again and said to the guys, "if you let me swallow your cum, I will give some money to eat".
The guy that was doing all the speaking was then talking to his friend who seemed to be hard of hearing as Tom (the talker) was using signs and gestures to Otis (the silent one). Both of the men had very large smiles on their faces as the told me to come over.
As I got closer, I would have guessed Tom to be about 50 or so, about 5'10" and a paunchy 225 pounds. Otis on the other hand was about 6'2" and about 250 and roughly 60 or so. Both looked like they had been around the block a few times.
I came within reach of Tom's outstretched arm and he pulled me close and said, "this creep in the porno theatre got me all hot today and when I showed him my joint, he lost interest and left me with a case of blue balls...and my buddy here don't hear so good, but he loves to have his cock chewed on".
"Olympic size, huh", I asked Tom with a laugh.
"Nah, I think he was afraid that my juice would taste bad or som'm", he returned.
I took Tom's place and sat on the milk carton and the two men got close so as not to let me be seen from the street. The strange smell was not body odor, but sexual heat. I have done many black men before, and black men really know how to enjoy a good blow job. The take their time and they are almost never in a hurry to cum.
Both Tom and Otis where grabbing their crotched and trying to find their zippers in the gethering of cloth in their pants. In a flash, I was looking at two prime specimens of human manhood. Not miles of cock and reeking of cheese like you read in some stories, these men both have about four to five fat uncut inches, both with long, clean but slightly piss smelling foreskins.
Tom also took out his black fuzzy nuts also for me to fondle. Well, Tom was first, and he immediately found the back of my throat.
"I'm home Otis, this is what I was needin all day", was all he could say as I started my sucking, nibbling and caressing his mouthful. His cock head was very sensative, so I did not give him much direct action on it. I pulled the skin over the head and gently brought my lips together and munched on him lightly. Tom was really loving it, while I say that Otis was sporting a sizable hard on himself. While I was getting a good taste of Tom, Otis was trying to wedge his fat piece of meat between my lips. I gave Otis what he wanted, spit out Tom's and sucked in his.
"MMMMMMMM", was all he could sigh. His cockhead was visable and not a sensative to direct sucking and licking.
"Good, huh, he can really handle a joint, can he?, Tom asked his buddy.
I looked up at Otis and his eyes were closed, mouth open and just shook his head yes to Tom. Otis had a glaze of sexual paradise on his face as I used my tongue to root around his abundant foreskin for any hidden tastes.
Tom wanted more as in the next ten minutes, both men took turns using my mouth. Tom then said, "I'm about to give this cocksucker my load, how about you Otis, ole boy? Who ever shoots first, gets to use his mouth again all by himself next", Tom said.
Tom plugged his bloated pecker into my mouth grabbed the back of my head and gave me a thrilling mouth fuck. My nose frequently brushing with his tangy pubes and my chin with his full fragrant balls.
"Oh God, here comes a belly full, pal", he said as his load pulsed onto my tongue and the back of my throat.
I swallowed to keep up with him then I heard Otis grunting and reaching for my head. Just as his cock hit my tongue, I watched as his cock spewed his seed on to my awaiting tongue. Each squeeze and close of his foreskin snout spit up some more curd.
"Whew", Tom said, "I'm worn out...I'll be back I gotta take a leak". Before I could get out that I would love to drink it, he was already shooting a heavy stream onto the wall next to me.
"Can I hold it for ya", I begged.
"You really want to, sure, the next thing you'll tell me is that you drink the stuff', he said. With that I put my finger into his healthy stream and placed the wet and salty finger into my mouth.
This not only turned him on but you should have seen the look on Otis' face.
Tom then took his almost completely spent cock and sprayed the rest of his potent stream on my face and my clothes.
Tom kept his cock out after he was through. I got up to leave and Otis said, "Stay right there, I still have to piss and I ain't goin on no wall". His already dripping foreskin was placed into my mouth and he fired away. "Suck up all dat shit man, a real pee drinker, fer sure", he spat. "Don't you dare spill a drop on my clean pants, cocksucker", he added.
His supply was hot, full flavored and coming faster then I could swallow. I sputtered and finally finished the last of it.
"Boy, you are full of surprises, white boy", Tom said. "I have another bag full of juice to feed ya, and maybe I can try some of that urinal mouth of yours.
I opened my mouth and gave Tom a slower, more sensual suck job. I was rewarded with a more watery load this time followed by a short shot of his piss.
We thanked each other for the pleasures derived and parted ways. I gave them both a ten spot for dinner. We never saw each other again.