This is a true story. All of my stories are true.
I was sitting in the dark in a public restroom in downtown Honolulu, at Aloha Tower. This restroom was a small concrete rectangle in the small park in front of the pier where the tourist ships pulled in. There was a fantastic restroom upstairs where I have documented a couple of other stories, but tonight I was down in the dark. This restroom was locked up at 9 O'clock (from the outside) and God help the poor cumslut who didn't realize the lock was going on the door. I had about an hour to go and was sitting in the farthest of four stalls from the door. Which was locked open until it was locked closed. Made for some fancy footwork sometimes--very little warning when someone walked in.
Except at night. Totally silent. I waited for whoever might walk through the door. Imagine the perfect tearoom--which this was, except for the totally silent entry. The brightly lit restroom upstairs had an extremely noisy wooden door and a partition right in front of it. Thats perfect.
This concrete box with the tiny barred windows eight feet up was for the stealth sucker. In the dark I heard someone enter and a tall, thin local boy came into the dim light with flowered shorts to the knee and a tanktop. His hair was long and black and he had a few hairs where a mustache should be. He stepped up to the middle urinal.
I said to imagine the perfect tearoom. A concrete box, 8 feet by 15 feet inside. Four stalls along one wall, five urinals along the other wall. A sink at the very end, where the user was in full view of whoever was in the last stall. Whoever stood at the urinals was no more than four feet from whoever was sitting in the stall.
And no doors on the stalls. A gloryhole between the 3rd and 4th stall. Guys flashed dicks while pissing at the urinals and got immediate blowjobs from whoever was sitting in any of the four stalls. Of course I preferred the last stall, with the sink only two feet away and the gloryhole. Many times the guy I was blowing in the last stall would pull away and simply turn towards the sink when someone walked in. Relatively safe.
Which is what happened now. After the local brown boy pissed, looking back at me, he turned and displayed four limp inches of nutbrown uncircumcised dick, just letting it hang in display in front of me, making no other move. It was my move anyway. In twenty seconds I had him in front of my stall, taking his soft dick in my mouth. He was young and brown with no body fat and I sucked his dick with full appreciation for what I was getting. I was a career sailor, in my mid-thirties, white with green eyes, and very popular with the local and asian community. There was a lot of racism in Hawaii, despite the fact that any two people walking up to each other on any street would be of different races. More for me.
This boy was at least ten years younger than me, and was greatly enjoying the long, slow blowjob he was getting in the cool, dark restroom. The only light came from a shielded bulb above the sink, about 40 watts. The glass was very dirty, and only about ten watts were getting through.
Of necessity we were both totally silent. So we could hear someone coming. Thats one of the things I love about tearoom blowjobs. Conversation sucks. Two-thirds of the guys I've blown have never said a word to me. Half of them never saw me. Which is why I remain happily married and in the closet to this day. Currently I live in the western desert close to the border and suck off mexican landscapers on their lunch break at the one ABS in town. Interracial really puts the extra excitement on an already forbidden act. And its been my observation that the kick works both ways. I've had samoans lining up for a blowjob from me (usually cumming in 30 seconds or less) while local cruisers are being ignored.
But I digress. A much older local man walked in, with the same type of long flowered shorts as the boy, but no shirt. His face was expressionless as he stepped up to the middle urinal and unzipped. I made eye contact with him and smiled. I was sitting as I always sat, with my shirt hangine on a hook in the stall, my shorts down around my ankles, legs spread and my limp (fairly impressive) cock dangling between my legs. I am circumsized with a really big head.
He looked at me, checked out the young local boy washing his hands in the sink, broke a big white-toothed smile back at me. He had figured it out.
This man looked totally straight. After he pissed, he turned toward us and displayed a long, uncut sausage that looked like it had been asleep for a very long time. He was several shades darker than the boy. His cock dangled at a limp five inches, thick and smooth, two inches lower than the boys was currently dangling. It was a little chilly in the tearoom that night. He had totally white hair around his cock and everywhere else on his body. I still wanted the brown boy but I wanted this white-haired potbellied dad more.
We did nothing for what seemed like quite a while. The boy stood close to the sink but his dick dangled out of his shorts. Finally the old man grinned his toothy grin and motioned at us to go on. He made no move toward his own cock. I was willing to bet he didn't even know how to beat off. This dad looked like he was from one of the outer islands. He could have been as old as seventy. Fortunately for me this old straight grandpa wanted to watch the show.
I started it up again. I tugged at the tall skinny brown boys shorts and he turned around to face me, with his limp dick hanging out of the waistband of his shorts. I pulled his shorts down to his thighs and took his cock in my mouth. The old man's eyes bulged.
As I sucked the brown cock the old man moved closer to us into what little light there was, til finally he stood alongside the young boy, his long shiny black hair twirling left and right as I sucked and suctioned his swelling cock. I don't think local women are much on giving blowjobs.
I perform better with an audience, and I slowly and lovingly sucked the local boys dick while the old man watched. His cock and balls dangled from the waistband of his shorts, but seemed totally dead. I was willing to bet he hadn't used his dick in years except for pissing. I was desperate to help him out.
With the old man urging me on with facial expressions and hand gestures, I sucked the boy to a big hardon. He had not been far from coming when we were interrupted. and I was working him up to a nice head of steam, with the old appreciative dad urging me on with everything but words. As always, the three of us were totally silent.
The boy got harder and thicker, and when his belly went flat as his breath exhaled violently, I knew it was time. I took his cock to the base, burying my nose in his belly and his knees buckled.
I took his cum in slow, thick spurts, sliding up to the halfway point on his cock as I always do. When guys are at this point I am in control. I want the cum cascading over the back of my tongue, so I can feel and taste it.
To the delight of myself and the old man, the boy came long and with maximum body language, totally silent except for grunts, moans and panting. The old man stared at the three inches of exposed brown dick, his eyes popping out of his head as the boy's dick visibly throbbed over and over again. My lips and tongue were working the halfway point on his cock. His cum had pooled in the back of my throat enough to require two thick swallows.
The boy shuddered and sweated long after he had finished cumming. I was milking his shrinking cock for additional cum and in no hurry at all. Neither was the old man. But he was sweating as much as the two of us. And still to that point he had not touched his cock. It still hung at its original thick five inches, looking like an overripe banana--very overripe. Nearly black. I was nearly drooling.
The boy appeared to come to his senses. He looked at the old man with a shameful expression, and the old man clasped him on the shoulders and grinned. That was enough for the boy. He tucked his cock into his shorts and exited.
That left the two of us in the dark. The old man grinned at me, sweat running down his forehead, and motioned with his hand for me to continue.
I leaned back, took my limp cock in my hand and jerked it, slowly. White as alabaster in the dim light, I jerked my dick to eight inches while the old man watched me. He appeared as dark as a black man, his thin hairless legs overhung by a shiny potbelly. His hair was snow white and framed a very dark face much more lined than his body. His teeth gleamed like ivory in the yellow light as he grinned and watched me perform. He had not stopped grinning since he first realized what kind of haole he had run into.
I wanted his dick and I was going to have it. He, on the other hand, wanted none of it. He kept pulling back every time I made a lunge at his dick, saying 'No, no' each time. It was the first time I had heard him speak. Even this one word was accented, and it became apparent that this dad that I craved so badly didn't even speak english. What in the hell was he doing here?
I took two handfuls of his baggy shorts and pulled him to me, engulfing his cock to the base. He tried to pull away, once again pleading 'No, no', but I didn't let him go. I buried my face into his snow white crotch and worked his limp cock with my tongue, my cheeks hollowing with the suction.
He continued to protest in the dark, but I held on to him. Maybe he stopped trying as hard. I could feel it waking up. His cock. As his cold meat warmed in my mouth it began to thicken. As his cock hardened his protests died out.
I had thirty minutes left till the tearoom would be locked up. I had every intention of sucking this delicious seventy year old cock for as long as possible. He only became semihard but his cock thickened and lengthened. I stared him in the eyes as I bobbed my lips up and down on his fat, silky smooth cock. His cockhead, when I could bear to let go of it long enough to take a look at it, was enormous, shiny and purplish-black.
He was an old man and it took a long time to get his plumbing going again. Neither one of us minded the time, since we were both getting an enormous amount of pleasure out of the experience. I was totally naked except for my flip-flops, jerking my white cock at a much faster pace than I was setting for him.
I really enjoyed seeing the pleasure I gave him. This kind old man had the most expressive face I had ever seen, conveying a world of emotions without a spoken word. As I slowly pistoned up and down on his silky cock, he gave me continual feedback on my performance with his sweating, mobile face.
All good things have to end. After twenty minutes of providing pure pleasure to a smiling old man, he gave me my reward. He tried to push me away, not believing that I could possibly want to swallow his cum. We were from two different worlds. He fought me once more, but not very hard, as I went into my cum acquisition mode, working his cock with slow, deep strokes of my mouth, using my lips and tongue on his shaft.
I was not to be disappointed. With five minutes til closing, the old man groaned and cupped my ears with both hands. I pulled his shorts down to his ankles and worked him for a few more seconds. He grunted as he released his first load of cum for a very long time.
It was incredibly thick. The boys had been thick, but not like this. I made the mistake of gulping down his first wad and it stuck in my throat. I felt like I was choking. His cum was bitter and very strong tasting, but I had had much worse.
He stepped out of his shorts and kept cumming. I had a naked, sweating old man in front of me, cumming his brains out. Anyone could have walked in, but we would not have stopped.
Very, very slowly he came. His cum flowed across the back of my tongue like toothpaste from a tube. When my throat filled up, I swallowed. It was not until the third wad that I finally managed to gulp his cum down into my stomach. His cum was thick as glue. Later on I met a short, baldheaded filipino who rapidly fired six wads into my throat that were as thick as this, but at the time this was a first. After pumping eight wads into my mouth, he poured a steady stream of cum into my suctioning mouth for another second or two, then dribbled off.
This wonderful old man allowed me to milk his softening dick with my lips until the park worker outside announced that he was locking up for the night. We both exited together, going off into the night in different directions.
Another great experience at Aloha Tower.
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