Sorry to keep jumping around to different tearooms and times, but I get the urge to write a particular story no matter when or where it actually happened. This was a Greyhound mens room in Long Beach. There were four stalls with doors, and one stall on the end with no door. This is where I always sat. The urinals were along this wall, with a high partition separating the last stall from the row of urinals. The last stall was the only one out of view from the entrance.
In other words, it was perfect.
A young black man in his mid to late twenties walked into the mensroom, with an entourage. He had a skinny white trash boy, who fawned like a fairy, and an older balding white man who seemed to worship him. I guess he was into variety.
He walked over to the front of my stall, saw me sitting there with my pants down around my ankles and my semi-limp dick dangling between my legs, smiled and squeezed the fat bulge down his pants leg. I licked my lips. I'd had about 15 years tearoom experience by this time.
In no time at all, he sidled close to the stall and I reached out and unzipped his pants. The other two were by the first stall, lounging against the sinks. The young one smirked and talked shit and the old one watched intently.
I pulled a soft eight inches out of his boxers, thick, jet-black and veiny. Thick veins. His dick was so smooth that it shown with highlights from the overhead lights. After taking in every detail, holding it in both hands, I dove on his fat cock, taking half of it in my mouth.
I forgot to mention the best detail. He was uncut, but his foreskin was very thin, almost transparent. It completely disappeared when he hardened. But it protected the light chocolate head of his dick so that it was silky smooth, with what looked to be the largest, longest piss-slit I had ever seen, a tiny piece of skin dividing it into two separate holes. I plunged my tongue into each hole, over and over again. I bobbed and stroked and tongued his beautiful cock while he stroked the side of my face and lovingly whispered to me. The two watchers had come much closer and now I was ringed in by the three of them. I locked eyes with the skinny punker trash boy, and we grinned at each other. The old man had his fat white cock in his hand, slowly jerking off.
But then we were interrupted. A short middle-aged mexican man walked into the mens room. I couldn't see him but we all heard him. Everybody broke at the same time, the old man tucked his fat semihard cock into his pants ( I couldn't help noticing that his cock was almost chalk white, with thin purple veins, circumcized with a fat, red-rimmed head. All three of them retreated to the first stall, and just stood there.
I heard the footsteps lead to the urinals, and then the unzipping and the heavy pissing sounds into the urinal. A lot of beer, I thought. After he finished. there was a period of silence where my three partners stared at whoever had come into the mensroom. Because of the partition I still couldn't see him.
The mexican stepped around the partition. He had already zipped up. He saw me and stepped completely behind the partition, facing me. He wore very faded ripped jeans and a plaid workshirt, was very dark, had very white teeth and a thick black mustache. His black eyes glittered and I saw a bulge swelling in the front of his pants. He was staring at my dick. I always believed that being naked below the waist, with my legs spread wide, displaying my cock was the best way to assure men of my good intentions. In this case, I was not completely hard, my dick curving down and throbbing with my pulse. I looked over at the three watchers. They were no longer at any state of alert. The young black was smiling, squeezing the bulge down his leg. The old man had no expression, but the young punk was daring me with his leering. They were waiting to see what I would do.
I wanted the young handsome black man with the inch long piss-slit and intended to have him. But first I had to take care of the mexican.
I made eye contact and licked my lips and he was at my stall, the bulge growing. We raced for the zipper but he won, flopping out a rapidly hardening dark brown cock with a baggy foreskin. I wanted to feel him get hard in my mouth, so I plunged down, taking his whole five inches in my mouth. In no time at all, my three companions were back at the stall. The old man dropped to his knees and unzipped the punk. A rock hard skinny six inch dick jumped out, and the old bald man engulfed it. The young black man watched me with a smile of encouragement, squeezing his semihard dick. He knew what I was doing. I had to get the horny mexican out of the way before we could finish our business.
He was an excellent appetizer. His fat brown dick hardened and lengthened to six inches, which meant that I would be able to make him cum very fast, since six inches is exactly what I can take to the balls.
He was extremely appreciative of the blowjob and the audience, nodding and smiling at each of them. The old man took no notice, sliding his purple lips over the punks rockhard skinny dick with machinegun rapidity. The punk was no longer watching me, his eyes rolled back in his head. He was getting an excellent blowjob from the old man. Guess that was why they let him hang around. My guess was that the punk took it up the ass from the young black man, but I have no way of confirming that. It just seemed in keeping with his image. I could imagine his skinny white body bent over double beneath the black man, that fat cock pistoning in and out of his tight bony ass.
The mexican reached out to me with two large brown hands, and pulled me onto his dick. He rode me for the next thirty seconds, sliding his fat brown cock slowly in and out of my mouth, drawing back when he choked me.
After setting his own pace for as long as he needed, I felt his asscheeks clench (I had a handful of his taut brown ass in each hand). He gasped and pulled me down to his jet black curly pubes and pumped a huge sweet wad into my mouth. We both moaned. Immediately after, the punk moaned and locked the old mans bald head into his bony bald crotch with both hands. Now it was the old man's time to moan. I could see his throat working as he swallowed. The young black man just smiled and waited his turn.
The mexican outlasted the punk. Five times I saw the punks egg-sized purple balls rise and fall inside a paper-thin scrotum before he collapsed against the old man, the smirk gone from his cute face. The mexican continued to slowly pump his thick sweet cum, his lean belly pressing against my face. He let me suck and lick and squeeze him until he was limp and shiny and clean. He patted the side of my face, whispered 'Good...gracias', slowly zipped up and walked to one of the sinks.
So much for him. I reached out and looped my arm around one of the black mans legs and pulled him closer. In no time at all I had fished his limp eight inches out of his pants and was sliding my lips over the head once again, drilling the tip of my tongue into his huge amazing piss-slit. Alternating between the top and bottom hole, I stroked his jet black shiny dick lovingly and slowly, darting the tip of my tongue into his slit on each up-stroke. The mexican washed his hands slowly, watching. His face was expressionless. I think he was amazed.
This time we were not interrupted. I slowly and deeply sucked his cock at a pace that we were both enjoying. He didn't want to cum too soon and I didn't want him (for once) to cum too soon. He was nine thick inches of beautiful black cock and I had three watchers (even the punk looked impressed at this point) and it doesn't get any better than this.
"I'm gonna cum pretty soon, baby. How you feel about that? You want me to cum?" I vigorously nodded my head, looking into his eyes.
"Ok then... keep it up just like that...yeah." My readers know I am not much on dialog. He was the only person in the restroom who had spoken a word other than the heartfelt thanks of the mexican after I drained him. I nodded and kept sucking.
I wanted his cum badly and he gave me a big mouthful without warning. This surprised me, because usually I can tell when someone is getting ready to cum in my mouth. But then came the disappointment. He pulled out forcefully, and fulfilled what was apparently his fantasy. He rubbed the bulbous head of his dick against my lips, my cheeks, my face, my nose, my forehead, covering my entire face with thick, milky-white cum. His incredible inch-long piss-slit oozed cum out of both holes. He held my face with one hand, holding his dick with the other while he painted my face. The old white man was jerking off, His doorknob sized head shiny and purple. The punk and the mexican watched, transfixed, as the veiny black cock coated my white face with a huge amount of cum. I was getting off on it, but would have preferred to swallow his entire load. I had his first shot in my mouth, however, and I tasted and savored it as he enjoyed himself.
He allowed me to milk his soft cock and tongue his slit for a very long time, before he finally drew back and tucked his soft eight inches back into his boxers. He went to the sink, and the mexican left.
But all was not over yet. With the punk and the black man at the sink, talking softly to each other, the old white man quickly slipped into my stall, dropping to his knees. I had not counted on this. But I WAS pretty horny by this point, my dick hard and throbbing without any help from me.
Still jerking off, the old bald white man expertly sucked my dick as I sprawled on the toilet. He was very good--I have to confess. The other two stood by the sinks, waiting for their partner, a smile on their faces as the old man used his expert deepthroating technique to bring me to a violent cum, something which rarely happens in my encounters. For once I was the one holding the old mans bald head into my crotch, while I shot six wads of cum into his mouth that I had been hoarding for several hours. Usually I jerked off afterwards, while remembering my encounters of the evening or afternoon.
He drained me and stood up, his hard dick bobbing in front of my face. I had lost some of my interest at this point, and didn't care what he did next. The other two said they'd meet him outside, and they left. We were alone. I expected him to leave, but instead he leaned forward, bent over til his mouth was next to my ear, and whispered:
"I'm real close. Finish me off."
I have to confess, once I cum I pretty much lose interest for at least fifteen or twenty minutes, but how could anyone turn down this kind of invitation? His thick six inches throbbed in front of my mouth. He was at least sixty, and both bald heads gleamed with sweat. We had each had two loads. I was being invited to enjoy my third. I took the head of his dick in my mouth, tongued it and slid my lips down his shaft.
As he had stated, he was real close. No sooner had I taken his cock than he grabbed me firmly by both ears and fed me his old veiny beercan, his white pubes tickling my nose. He threw his head back and slid his cock back and forth between my lips, moaning. In a very short period of time he pumped six slow fat wads of cum in my mouth, thick and tasty. He gave me twice as much in volume as I had given him. There was no face-painting here, he knew what I wanted. He gave it to me just like I wanted, in thick spurts on the back of my tongue. I milked his soft cock and he bent down and kissed me on the lips, something I normally do not care for, but did not mind in this case. I even swapped tongues with him and played for a bit. We were indeed two of a kind. I sucked on his tongue, knowing I was getting some of the punks cum. Now I had them all. All their sperm cells wriggling and mixing in my mouth. I only wish I could have sucked the punk off myself.
Til next time.