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I was at the San Diego Plaza once again, in the early seventies. Down in the underground restroom. I was in my heyday at the time, what you would call a "twink". I was 18, wore thick glasses (which I removed to give head), very white skin, relatively hairless body. My cock was seven inches, cut with an oversized head and was hard most of the time. I had short hair and was obviously a sailor. I mention this only because back then I was in high demand by the street people, so much so that I would sometimes draw crowds and have to pull a train. With my mouth.
Sucktales 7
The best time to hook up with street people is about three in the morning. By that time the bars have closed, the buses have stopped running, and noone really has any business in that part of town other than the few hundred who live there--bums, homeless, winos, dope dealers, junkies, pimps, whatever. Plus this being San Diego, a good mix of illegals.
I love variety. Plus a lot of the time there would be old dads in the two or three stalls to the left of me (I always ended up in the last stall. It was dark back there.) They were very polite, gratefully accepting whatever they were offered. I was amazed and shocked the first time I saw three sixtyish men sitting in a row, white hair and false teeth, looking up hopefully at me. Once I entered into the spirit of this tearoom, I realized that the old grandpas couldn't keep out of a place like this--even if nine out of ten horny prospects passed them by in favor of me.
They never resented me. Not to brag, but I drew horny street people like a magnet. I was the one they wanted to see taking their cock. This particular evening, an illegal slowly strode down the narrow stone room, his work shoes making the only sound at three in the morning. He walked out of the light from the two dim bulbs and into the near darkness back where I was. He walked past the three old men, sitting as I was with their pants around their ankles and their legs spread, their cocks dangling between their legs. The mexican stopped in front of me and smiled.
He leaned against the wall in the dark, a bulge in his work pants. I spread my legs, letting my hard white cock leap upwards between my legs. He moved forward. I grabbed for his zipper as soon as he was within reach and pulled his half hard cock from his pants--he wasn't wearing any shorts.
He obviously hadn't showered yet but he was clean. I gulped his thick brown cock into my mouth, my tongue darting around inside his foreskin. The three old men were leaning forward on their seats, watching me. Their hands were working their yummy old cocks. Sidenote: These old men and many others played games with me in the boring intervals when no one showed up. I had taken turns sucking all of their old cocks, and they had gotten their turns sucking mine. Each of them, after they decided to go home and call it a night, would come over to me and allow me to suck the thick, slow wads from their veiny old white cocks. Whenever I left, if there was an old dad in one of the stalls, I would allow him to use his expert cocksucking abilities to finish me off.
I always tried to position myself when I was sucking so they could get a good look.
Now I deepthroated the mexican, taking his fat five inches in my mouth, feeling him harden. He unbuttoned his pants, dropping them down to his mid-thighs. I took his two big balls in my hand, my other hand squeezing his hard ass cheek.
He was fully hard and pumping slowly and rhythmically into my mouth, muttering in spanish when someone came down the noisy iron stairs. The illegal pulled back and zipped up, backing up against the wall across from me. I wiped off my mouth with the back of my hands and tucked my rock hard 18 year-old dick between my legs.
The newcomer was a tall, skinny well-dressed black man, either a drug dealer or a pimp. (Yes, the pimps came down all the time to get their dicks sucked. With black men, a blowjob is a blowjob. I wish everyone had that enlightened attitude.)
Having been here before, he immediately scoped out the situation and took a place in line, leaning against the wall close to the illegal. He squeezed the eight-inch bulge down the side of his leg and grinned.
I motioned to the mexican to come back to me, and after glancing at the black man who nodded encouragement, he came slowly up to me. His dick was cold and soft, but I soon had him warmed up and thick, his mottled brown cock pulsing in my mouth. The black man came closer and squeezed his dick.
The mexican soon regained the head of steam he had lost with the interruption, and was not willing to stop with the next one. Everyone heard the slow, delicate steps coming down the noisy iron stairs, but the mexican kept sliding his shiny six-inch beercan back and forth between my lips, sweat running down his forehead. His pants were once again down to his thighs.
So the newcomer, an old black wino as old as the three old white dads, came down and saw the action in full swing, the well-dressed black man standing aside to give him a better view. He took his place in the line, standing just behind the other black man. He was lucky in that he had nearly a full pint of cheap wine, and he took a swig and fished his nasty long dick out of hiis pants. I caught a whiff of it from where he was standing, but it was jet black and eight inches long, and I was looking forward to sucking it. He pulled on it with a trembling wrinkled hand while he watched me suck off the illegal.
I had him close now, and he was pumping in and out of my mouth and grunting. When both of his hands grabbed hold of my ears, I knew my time had come. He slid that fat tamale down to the balls and the thick tube under his dick pulsed. He grunted as a thick wad of cum shot out of his swollen dickhead, filling my throat. More grunts and more cum. I wish it could have gone on forever. I could see the curly black hair on the illegals sweaty forearms as he held onto my ears, feeding his cum to me. The two black men grinned. Here was a white boy who knew his place.
I sucked him dry, squeezing the brown beercan until not a drop remained. With my tongue drilling into his pisshole he finally withdrew, pulling up his pants. His former magnificent beercan was now a shriveled three inches.
No sooner had he stepped out of the way then the pimp/drug dealer stepped up to the plate. I let him unzip but then I reached into his pants and fished an uncut ten inches out into the cold air. Not wishing him to catch a chill, I took as much of his soft cock into my mouth as possible. The wino continued to stare as he pumped on his thick cock. He had veins on his cock as thick as my little finger. I was really looking forward to his turn.
One of the old men had decided to call it a night. With both of them watching me, Old old man had gotten to his feet and was pumping his long skinny cock in and out of another old mans mouth. His knees buckled when he came, filling the mouth of the other old dad who was watching me and pumping his cock. The third old dad was sliding his purple lips over the head of the winos cock--that was fine with me. I was willing to let him clean it up before I went down on it.
The handsome, well-dressed black man was having a good time, cupping my face with both hands and sliding his smooth, jet-black cock back and forth between my lips. He was in no hurry at all. He was not into roughness, letting me selectively gag myself on his huge cock whenever I felt up to it. Each time he felt my throat clenching on his fat cock he moaned and hardened. He never dropped his pants, but his cock was so long that he only needed to unzip to give me more than I could handle.
While the two black men were getting sucked, two more mexicans came down the stairs. It was about 3:30, and dead quiet. I was apprehensive but not really worried when the two of them refused to halt the frenzied activity centering around their dicks when the two mexicans walked down the stairs. They took their place in the line, squeezing bulges in faded jeans.
Now that their were four of them, everyone got into a line, the wino pulling his dickhead forcefully from the mouth of the last old man, preferring to squeeze his own dick while he waited. He was next. The two mexicans lined up behind him.
A homeless white man came down the stairs and got at the end of the line as the well-dressed black man was working himself up to a massive orgasm. He pulled his huge dick out of my mouth twice, preferring to pump it at his own pace as the head hovered inches from my mouth, providing a really good show for all the watchers. Both times he slid his beautiful cock back into my mouth, the second time I felt the underside of his cock pulse and a thick sweet wad flooded my mouth. He gently but firmly cupped my face with his large hands as he deliberately pumped load after load of cum in my siphoning mouth. I was working my own cock like crazy while I swallowed his cum.
I squeezed his fat cock with both hands, milking more cum out of him, noting that there were now three other men urgently waiting their turns. It doesn't get any better.
The wino slid his fat circumcised dickhead into my mouth the moment the other black man backed away. The two mexicans edged closer. Neither one of them was the least bit interested in the last old man, so he shot a huge wad onto the floor, zipped up and left. Right after he left, three more men joined the line. Two were obvious street people, one white one black, the other was a young drunk sailor, his eyes goggling at the show.
I sucked the old drunk wino with everything I had, his black dickhead flattening out against the back of my throat again and again. Each time I rammed the head of his dick against my throat he moaned. Finally, with an effort, I took his dickhead down my throat, with about two inches of shaft.
He went crazy, mumbling incoherently while he tipped his pint of thunderbird and held my head with the other hand. While he gulped the wine I gulped his cum, timing my swallows to the pulses of his dick. We both took our last swallow at about the same time.
While he licked the rim of the bottle, I licked the rim of his head, squeezing out whatever remained of his sperm. He whispered to me, asking if I wanted to get a room. I looked at the six guys standing behind him and shook my head. He zipped up and left, and I had a short fat mexican dick in my face. I sucked in the brand new dick and the owner sighed with satisfaction.
Both of the mexican men came huge loads, which I gratefully accepted and swallowed. The homeless man behind them was dressed in rags and smelled really bad, but he was nearly ready to shoot. I no sooner took his thin, throbbing dick into my mouth than he was pushing my face into his stinking crotch, cumming his brains out. When he had finished his spasms and stood aside, the other pair of homeless guys were nudging the young drunk sailor up to the front of the line. He was turning his head around and whispering "For real?" and the street people were snickering and answered him, "No shit. This is a line to get your dick sucked. You're next."
A young blonde sailor, flushed and sweaty appeared in front of me, smiling and nervous. I fished his cold limp cock out of his pants, taking him to the balls. In no time at all I had a hard, veiny six inches sliding in and out of my mouth. He was circumcised, his pubes smelled like cologne and I loved every second of it.
He was very drunk, so it took quite a while to make him cum. He bucked and moaned while I worked his cock. When he started to throb, I savored his sweet cum shot by shot.
The black guy behind him was already unzipped and pulling on a half-hard six inches. He was extremely black and extremely ugly. He was just the right size, so I deepthroated him. He hardened but stayed the same length so I sucked his fat black cock all the way to the balls until he unloaded in my mouth, his knees buckling and his body going into spasms. I gripped his ass cheeks, suctioning his dick, my cheeks going hollow with the effort. He had warts on his face and warts on his dick, and I sucked his cum out, swallowing each mouthful.
No one else had shown up since it was nearly five am, and the skinny white homeless guy with the skinny white dick was my last customer for the evening. It was just the two of us and he lovingly and methodically slid his hard dick in and out of my mouth. This one wanted conversation.
"You're a nasty little boy, arent't you?" This obviously was a rhetorical question, and I nodded as I sucked his cock.
"You've had a busy night, haven't you?" I nodded and sucked.
"Did you enjoy sucking all of those guys?" Again I nodded as I sucked his skinny white cock.
"Would you like to get a room with me?" I shook my head.
"Would you like me to cum?" I couldn't believe this. I nodded as I stabbed my tongue into his pisshole.
"Ok then, I'm going to cum." Whoopie. I applied more pressure to his slender cock with my lips. I felt him getting harder.
When he came it was a big turn-on, because by this point I felt really degraded. Physically, it wasn't that much. He got rock hard and shot five loads of watery cum in my mouth. Fortunately for me, the evening didn't have to end on that note. At the same time I was milking the last drops of cum from his soft dick with my lips, a fat mexican came down the stairs wearing a straw hat and sporting a fat bulge in his faded jeans. He grinned at me with a gleaming smile that had two missing teeth.
I smiled up at him as I reverently sucked his thick brown cock. He was polite and didn't interrupt with any irrelevant conversation as I milked and siphoned his veiny cock until he gently held my head in place and pumped cum into my mouth.
He had obviously been out in the fields for quite a while because he pumped and pumped. I was pretty straight by this time and felt twelve distinct throbs of his cock before he finally went completely limp and let me milk him for the rest. He was smiling and grateful for the release.
All in all, not a bad evening.