I was in Hawaii at the time. Cruising my favorite peep show on Hotel Street (downtown Honolulu, a very dirty place). Had sucked off several other locals that evening (Hawaiians are such a mixed group of people, all you can tell basically is that they have dark brown skin--except for the Samoans, of course). But this one man was probably Portuguese--very dark, short, huge shoulders and extremely muscular and hairy. He had a thick black mustache. He seemed to be there only to watch the pornos, but I managed to make eye contact with him several times as we gravitated from booth to booth. He was so obviously heterosexual that he excited me. My favorite encounters are with heterosexual men who are so horny that they can't turn down a blowjob.
He was obviously getting worked up by the videos, because our eye contact kept getting longer and longer. Finally it ended up in a showdown--the two of us staring at each other at one o' clock in the morning across six feet of hallway, him standing just outside an end booth. I took the initiative, moving past him into the end booth, leaving the door open and staring openly at his bulging crotch.
Finally he couldn't take the thought of what he was passing up any longer, and even though he had probably never gotten a blowjob from a man in his life, he couldn't pass up the idea of a good-looking haole boy sucking his dick. Prejudice runs rampant in Hawaii even though the population is an incredible melting pot--I've had locals lining up to stick their dicks in a haole mouth.
He wedged his huge squat body into the booth, locking the door behind him. I wasted no time dropping to my knees, undoing his belt, unbuttoning his fly and unzipping his pants. Without any objection, I slid his pants midway down his treetrunk thighs, exposing a semi-hard THICK four inches. Local Hawaiian men are not hung like elephants, and I have never been able to deep throat for more than a few seconds, so we got along just fine. Uncircumsized, like most local men. I inhaled his cock, taking him all the way to his thick black pubes, and he finally opened up.
Before I knew what was happening, he had me backed into a corner of the booth, feeding quarters into the peep show coin slot. While he flipped through the various videos, I felt his dick lengthening and thickening in my mouth. I was hitting my popper like crazy, and after three or four hits, he reached down for the bottle. I think it must have been his first time.
The reason I think this is because he went berserk. As soon as the rush hit him, he slammed the back of my head against the wall with his dick, leaning forward over me until all I could see was his hairy brown belly. I could hear him snorting popper again and again, but my universe had been reduced to the thick six inches of rock-hard veiny portuguese dick that was pistoning in and out of my mouth with a frenzy. He wasn't scaring me, because there was no anger in his mouth- raping me; But he had been transported by lust and popper to another world, and he was well on the way to the cum of his life--and since he looked to be in his late forties or early fifties, that would have to be one hell of a cum.
He was now so thick that I could feel both sides of my mouth being stretched by his fat shaft; his head was much larger, but that was not a problem; he had no intentions of withdrawing his velvety smooth head as far as my lips. He was fully engaged in flattening that plum-sized head against the back of my throat again and again and again, letting out deep gutteral grunts of pure pleasure in between sniffs of popper. Between every three or four hits he would remember and offer me the bottle, and it was the rush that kept me going. Each time I was getting ragged from the mouth fucking he was giving me, another jolt of popper would make me see colors and plunge back down on his dick, meeting his upstroke. He would take the bottle from my hand immediately and take yet another hit. After a while I began to worry about the possibility of his having a heart attack, but he was much too strong and virile for that.
His coins had long run out and he was still pumping his fat rod in and out of my mouth, his eyes glued to my face. He no longer needed an external fantasy; what was happening here and now was the biggest turn-on he could imagine. Fortunately the employees at this peep show never came back where the action was, so although I could hear other cruisers coming and going, and rattling the door twice a minute, we were pretty much on our own.
He must have fucked my mouth for five solid minutes once that first hit of popper took hold. It seemed like much much longer, but it couldn't have been longer than that. During that time, he had pressed forward until I was no longer on my knees; I had been pushed down in that corner inch by inch until I was finally laying on my back, with this squat hairy man on his knees over me, feeding me his dick at will. His dick was by now seven inches long and more than two inches thick, allowing him to gag me at will. This he had been doing for some time, forcing the head of his dick up against the entrance to my throat again and again, only the tightness of the opening preventing him from sliding his huge purple mushroom head a good two inches down my throat. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't get that mushroom through my narrow opening. And he tried at least a hundred times. Each time would send more tears streaming down my cheeks. My gag reflex was in overdrive. By now he was bottoming out, flattening the head of his cock against that narrow channel of my throat, a full two inches of shaft still remaining. It was driving him crazy. He wanted it all.
Finally, after what must have been his 20th hit of popper in five minutes, (which would have been enough to kill me) He grunted and slammed the head of his cock against the back of my throat for the umpteenth time, but this time he stayed there, pushing and kneading the head of his dick until it finally squeezed through the narrow channel, and his bulbous purple head popped into my nearly-virginal throat. This of course meant that the two inches of shaft around the base of his cock finally found a home, sliding between my lips for the first time since the very beginning of this blowjob.
Now that he had me helplessly pinned to the floor with the head of his cock down my throat, he wasn't about to let me go. Snorting popper through his distended nostrils, he rammed his cock in measured two inch strokes down my throat, never allowing his dickhead to retreat past the territory he had won with such determination. He must've known that I couldn't take such treatment indefinitely, because with a final gasp and a forward thrust of his hips, he pinned my head back against the wall, stopping all movement. For the very first time he spoke to me in a deep, gutteral voice.
"I'm pumping cum down your throat." was all he said.
Of course, I already knew this. The thick base of his shaft had already tensed up and pulsed twice before he made this declaration. I could feel his sperm sliding thick and solid down my throat before he ever declared his intentions. I didn't need to take any voluntary action at this point; the volume of his load was forcing involuntary swallows from me each time he filled up my throat, which was occurring on every spurt. His spurts were huge and glorious; This fifty-year old man was emptying his balls in a way he hadn't enjoyed since his teens; and we both were digging it.
Not to say that I wasn't in enormous discomfort; I hadn't taken a full breath in at least a minute, and my gag reflex was still causing tears to run down my face in two steady streams. But knowing what he was doing to me in this once-in-a-lifetime encounter more than made up for the gagging and choking. Especially once he explained what he was doing to me.
I took his pumping, swallowing convulsively again and again. He shot and shot, snorting one last bolt of popper midway through his orgasm that sent him into a final frenzy five seconds later, still throbbing and pumping cum down my throat. By now I was flat on my back, my head and neck at a 90 degree angle, covered from head to foot in sweat. All I could see was his dense black bush and his hairy treetrunk thighs as they spasmed and continued to pump. I must have taken more than an ounce of thick ropes of cum.
I sucked a lot of men off that evening, but this encounter is the only one I still remember.
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