This story is true, as are all of my stories
I have alluded to this little incident twice before in my Nifty stories and I finally feel mind altered enough this evening to tell the tale.
I was in the same mensroom as in Sucktales. It was much later on a different evening, perhaps 4am, and I was in the very last stall. Very dark back there. And at 4am, with no one overhead, you could hear a pin drop.
It had been a typical evening--getting drunk on pitchers of beer on base, taking the bus into town, staggering into the plaza and making a beeline for the underground public toilet at about 9pm, with a bottle of popper in my pocket. A very freaky 18 year old.
I must have sucked at least ten dicks before I heard an army of feet descend the iron steps. It had been quiet for about half an hour and I was damn near dozing. I had been sober for some time. My seven inch dick dangled limply between my legs, currently about four inches. Circumcised with a very large head, if I have never mentioned this before.
In the middle of the night, totally alone, I watched a mexican street gang descend the stairs. This was pre Crips and Bloods, so I know nothing about colors. But these were ten of the meanest looking mexican teenagers I had ever seen. Long hair was popular at the time, and all of them had shiny straight black hair, with headbands, some ballcaps, but mostly just long and thick. Although they scowled at me I thought they were beautiful.
Had I been any other person I think I would be dead. At the time I was afraid. But at 18 and single, I didn't have much to lose. And I wanted their dicks. I had sucked off dozens of boys like them, my own age or younger, one on one. My very first dick was my six-year old cousin. But I had never experienced an entire gang closing in on me before.
They surrounded me and the leader came up no farther than six inches away. He was short, stocky and had greasy black hair that glinted in the light from the single light bulb at the far end of the restroom. He was the only one wearing a dirty black beret, cocked to one side.
Our eyes locked, and I saw a pudgy brown face frowning down at me. He meant to be intimidating, but he was no older than me and not as tall. There were no weapons visible. Things were not as violent in the early seventies.
I was in my 'come hither' stance, pants down around my ankles, white legs spread, my limp dick dangling clearly visible between my legs. Above the waist I was fully clothed, because it was chilly.
As we continued eye contact, he looked downward. I followed his gaze and saw that he was caressing a bulge in the front of his jeans. I stared intently at the bulge. His gang was laughing and making comments in spanish that I wished I could understand.
Very slowly, he reached for the tab on his zipper and unzipped his pants. The comments grew loud and raucous, clearly audible to anyone above. But no one was above. It was 4 in the morning on a Sunday.
I was oblivious to the bystanders other than as a turn-on. I watched fascinated as he reached into a pair of dirty boxers and fished out a fat, totally limp dick. It was dark brown, totally smooth and uncut, of course. His beautiful cockhead protruded halfway out of his foreskin.
This is why I said earlier that any normal person in this situation would be dead. A 'normal' person would not have locked eyes with the short chubby mexican boy with the long hair and the beret and lovingly taken his fat dick into their mouth. But I did.
He buckled at the knees when I slid my lips over the head of his dick. I don't think he was expecting it, even though I was obviously cruising. I was supposed to refuse and get killed. That was what happened to white boys. I grew up in southern california and lived in the barrio. From the first grade through high school, mexican boys taunted white boys to suck their dicks. I had never taken any of them up on it (though I wanted to) until now.
His dick was cold and clammy. He had obviously not expected a blowjob, but he was getting a first-class one now. I lovingly sucked his fat cold meat into my mouth, tounging all around wherever I could reach. After his initial shock, I felt him thickening in my mouth. And warming. I was outnumbered, but It seemed as if I would be the winner of this adult game of 'chicken'.
As I sucked his thickening and lengthening cock, he made what were most likely very disparaging comments to the members of his gang. From the looks on their faces, their eyes goggling, I knew that I was no longer in danger. They all looked like they wanted to be next.
Fat Boy hardened and grew to seven inches, just like me but much browner and much thicker. And his beautiful smooth dickhead was bigger than mine, which was saying a lot. Veins were finally beginning to bulge from his smooth cock.
He lasted about three minutes. As he got harder and thicker and I got faster and wetter, he finally arched his back and with a gutteral exclamation in spanish, he pumped a thick wad into my mouth. After he gave me two more I swallowed and then he gave me three more. It was thick and sweet. I totally drained him.
It was Sunday morning and he was in no hurry. I milked all the cum I could get from his softening dick, and continued to suck until he finally pulled his limp wet cock from my mouth and tucked it back into his boxers, zipping himself up. The rest of the gang was silent at this point, but their eyes were gleaming. There were obvious bulges and caressing hands all over the place. No obvious jacking off, though. Mexican boys were far too macho for that.
This one had demonstrated his obvious dominance over me, without having to resort to violence. With all the pent-up testosterone drained from his large balls, the gang leader caressed me on the cheek gently with his hand and whispered 'Good Boy.'
He turned his back on me, yelled something in spanish at his gang and they all reluctantly turned and left. I saw most of them sneaking glances at me as they made their way out of the restroom and up the noisy cast iron stairs.
I wish I could say that I sucked all ten of those brown boys off, but this is not a work of fiction. About ten minutes after they left, one of the gang members, a tall skinny boy with beautiful long black hair rushed down the stairs and came straight to my stall. His big brown eyes kept darting to the stairwell, but the quiet continued. Without preamble he unzipped and showed me a long, thin brown cock, as smooth as his leaders but the head was hidden beneath his foreskin. Just as quickly I dove on his young cock. I had a preference for older men, but the boys my age had rockhard cocks and could cum multiple times.
He was very excited after watching the earlier show, and was obviously in a hurry. I obliged, pistoning on his thin smooth cock. He got quite a bit longer, but no thicker. He ended up longer than his boss, at least eight inches. After the workout I had had that evening, with drunks, commuters, street people and illegals all slamming my mouth, this boy was no challenge. I lovingly sucked his dick, and after two minutes he exploded in my mouth, emptying his taut balls in only five huge spurts.
In a flash he was gone.
Til next time.