As always, this story is true.
I slouched in the dark mensroom under the 'plaza' in downtown San Diego. I was a couple of hours into one of my friday night marathon sessions, an 18-year old sailor too young too drink outside the base. This limited my entertainment options. I could get drunk on the base, which I always did, then venture out into downtown San Diego and watch one of the triple feature movies in the sleazy cinemas. Or I could get drunk on base, buy a bottle of popper and go down into the darkness of the underground mensroom and suck dicks all night long. Usually I opted for the latter. This was in the early seventies, when the port town of San Diego was at its absolute sleaziest.
At this particular time, after sucking half a dozen street niggas, white trash and a couple of mexicans, this short chubby Korean man walked down the stone steps and into the single light that illuminated the mensroom, right at the bottom of the stairs. The room was perhaps a hundred feet long, but only about ten feet wide. Most of the room was semidark, which is the way we all wanted it. Seldom did a straight man come down those stairs into the dark to take a piss. The risk of being mugged was too great. At least thats what they thought. There were a hell of a lot of broke bums wandering around the park area overhead. I sucked most of them off during a typical evening session. I myself was in no danger at all. Its amazing how much draining a man of his cum also drains his agression. Several men who might have hurt me ended up shooting their cum in my mouth. I once tamed a mexican street gang by sucking the dick of the leader. But that is another story.
This Korean man did not fear the situation, however. After having been in Korea much later, I can understand why. This was a four-star restroom in Korea. He was very well-dressed, and turned out to be a tourist. The urinals were in front of the stalls and not visible from them. Unless you leaned back while you were pissing, which is what he did. As I heard huge volumes of piss gurgling down the urinal I was straining forward on my seat for a look. He leaned back, saw me and broke a huge smile.
He had quite a lot of piss to unload, and he leered at me the whole time. As soon as he was done he came straight to my stall (#5 of 8) and dangled his cock in front of my face. "You Suck." He said in heavily accented English.
His cock was thick and veiny. The head was completely covered with foreskin. It rested on two huge balls. When I come face to dick with uncut guys the first thing I have to do is skin back the head, since I am a head freak. His beautiful head was perfectly smooth and purple, and to my horror it was covered with more head cheese than I had ever seen.
Under normal circumstances there are two things I will definitely not do. One of them is licking assholes. The other is ingesting head cheese. If I am horny enough and snorting popper, who knows.
But this time I was grossed out.
I shook my head, pushing him back with my hands on his two thick, hairless thighs. "No, no. You wash first. Then I suck."
He got the idea immediately. Dashing over to one of the many sinks, he turned the cold water tap on full, straddling the sink. Leering at me with his head turned, he vigorously scrubbed his cock with the cold water. "Yes...I wash...I wash. Youuuu suck." The idea of getting his fat yellow cock sucked by a teenaged american sailor was almost more than this Korean businessman on vacation could handle.
In no time at all his wet dripping cock was dangling in front of my face. "Youuu suck." He whispered. Despite the coldness of the water, his fat veiny cock was semihard and the foreskin was tight around the base of his beautiful purple head. There were still flecks of head cheese on his head and in the crevices of his foreskin as I dove down on his fat cock.
His groan of pleasure was almost loud enough to be heard by all the people waiting for busses and milling around upstairs at two in the morning. I took his fat cock halfway down on the first stroke and to the balls on the second.
There was no further dialog between us, other than our mutual moans of pleasure and his rhythmic grunts, each time I took as much of his cock as I could handle. He was thick and veiny, and after two dozen strokes of my talented mouth, he was too thick and long, and I had to back off from the base of his cock. By now he was sharing my bottle of popper, and did not care that I couldn't take the last two inches of his eight inch Korean cock. Already freaking out, the popper sent him out of his mind.
His moans and whining were music to my ears. Most of the six cocks I had sucked earlier were street people. They usually unzipped without a word and smirked as I sucked their cocks. When they unloaded it was usually without a word. It was gratifying to hear this chubby Korean man grunt, moan and wail as I pistoned my hot young mouth on his dick.
His head had grown to the size of a doorknob, but I felt it swelling even bigger, and I knew the end was near. Working him with my mouth, lips and tongue he gasped and threw his head back, jerking his shiny cock completely out of my mouth. With his sweaty face twisted in a grimace, he held my head in place with one hand, jerked off with the other, and methodically shot nine heavy wads of cum on my face.
I noted his precision as he moved the head of his cock, directing his thick wads first at my lips, than at each eye, then at my forehead and finally my nose. Each delivery was accompanied with a piggish grunt. I was completely glazed when he was through, his huge purple-green head gleaming in the dark. He wiped his dick off on my face, zipped up and left. I jerked off thinking about him until a mexican laborer came down the stairs, making eye contact with me. Boy did he get a ride.
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