Memorable Dicks I have Sucked
Part 1. Old homeless guy in Long Beach restroom
I was sitting on a disgusting toilet in an underground restroom under a closed and deserted movie theater. I was 23. I had never been here before but when I saw the Men’s Room sign all weathered and faded, and the door open, I was hooked.
Quiet and dark. Just the way I liked it. I sat there with my semi hard dick dangling between my legs when a tiny little homeless guy walked slowly in. He was bald and skinny and pasty white, and I locked eyes with him immediately. I wanted his dick.
This restroom had one toilet stall and one urinal. The urinal was mounted on the left wall in front of me. So convenient. So, when he unzipped, staring at me and pulled out the cutest, most amazing dick, I had an excellent side view. This restroom was tiny.
What I could see looked EXACTLY like a mushroom. A real mushroom. Very thin, milky white stalk traced with the tiniest purple veins, ending four inches later in a HUGE flaring milky white head. He was already hard.
With my dick rapidly rising between my spread legs, I motioned him over. He stepped over to me with his dick bobbing, and I unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his filthy brown pants. Since he had no ass or legs, his pants dropped to his ankles. His ghostly white, hairless legs were a turn on. But his Dick. Oh my God.
The head was three inches across, white and unblemished, silky smooth. Or so I believed. I hadn't tasted it yet.
I opened my mouth like an anaconda and engulfed that huge white head, feeling the edge stretching my mouth in all directions. Then it popped in, and I puckered up, lovingly sucking in the remaining four inches. His shaft was only an inch thick. A perfect human mushroom.
He gasped as I went to the base of his cock, my lips hitting his belly with some force. His head was positioned right at the entrance to my throat, but he was not long enough to push through. I was in heaven.
I backed off, took several deep breaths, and dove down again. His mushroom head was plugging the entrance to my throat, so I couldn’t breathe, but I wasn’t gagging either. Holding my breath, I took a tight grip on his bony shaft with my lips and pistoned him with two-inch strokes for nearly a minute, All the while working my tongue all over his head. After that I had to breathe.
Each time I bumped my face into his rock-hard belly, his dickhead flattened against the entrance to my throat. And each time that happened, he moaned. His shaft seemed to be growing, and the pressure against my throat was more insistent. His HEAD expanded like a balloon, filling more and more of my mouth.
With him panting for breath and sweating, I backed off to catch my breath. I inspected my work and saw to my delight that his skinny shaft had grown a full two inches. Now we had the length. Time for round two. I forced that soft white doorknob into my mouth took it town to my throat. I had two more inches to play with, rock hard and pulsing. I forced that giant white head into my throat, squeezing it like toothpaste in a tube. When it reached its destination, I actually felt it swelling even larger, and it snaked another inch down my throat.
The nasty old man went nuts. After that I was along for the ride. He clamped my head in both of his tiny hands and pumped his his cue-ball sized head deep in my throat, making gutteral sounds.
His balls were jumbo sized, all out of proportion to his body, and I was expecting a nice surprise. I interrupted him twice, coming up for air, admiring what was now a veritable porn star's cock, a full nine inches, on a 4 foot tall, 90 pound frame.
After five minutes of pumping my face with his huge cock, He stopped, not wanting to cum yet, his head parked deep down. I reached up and felt the enormous bulge in my throat and squeezed it between my fingers.
That was it for him. He groaned and I felt a flood of cum shooting straight down my throat. No swallowing required. I kept squeezing his dickhead and felt it pulse and shoot ten more times. Guess he hadn't jerked off in a while.
I can’t begin to describe the mental state I was in at this time. Without touching my own cock, it was rock-hard, and eight inches with the mushroom head I think everyone has seen. The humiliation, degradation, even shame of sitting on a filthy toilet seat, sucking off a dirty old 4’ homeless guy with the eighth wonder of the world for a cock, gave me a sexual high unlike any I have ever experienced. I have searched out this same high over and over again. With many variations. My dick exploded, shooting ropes of cum all over his skinny hairless legs.
I didn't want to release that dick. I gulped more air and went right back down, easily sliding it to where it belonged. I kept sucking, but I felt him going soft. Finally I slowly let his whopper slide between my lips, shiny and wet.
'Can you cum again?' My first words to him.
'Gimme a half hour, cutie.' He squeaked. Actually he was back in just over twenty minutes.
Part 2. Wonderful Japanese dad in Honolulu
Since I pretty much specialize in sucking off strangers, I can’t really say I’ve sucked any guy off more than five or six times, (except for my younger cousin, but that doesn’t count) except for this one guy.
I was a sailor in my thirties, stationed in Hawaii on shore duty and cruising every local restroom and peep show I could find. I was happily married and straight as far as anyone knew. But I had an urge that had to be satisfied.
I ran into this short, fat Japanese gentleman with glasses in one of my favorite cruising restrooms at Aloha Tower. I love Asians and older guys and with very little preliminary I had him standing in front of my doorless stall, a large bulge in his grey pants a foot in front of my face.
I unzipped him and out flopped a wonder. Thick as a can of soda, covered with thick veins, five inches of fat Japanese cock. He was semihard, and his pink head protruded slightly from his very prominent foreskin. He had a silk cord tied around his cock and balls, an adjustable cock ring.
No one was around. I grabbed his butt cheeks and pulled him completely into my stall, engulfing his huge purple-brown cock with my mouth. I took it all and the feeling was incredible. Another forbidden, nasty interracial blowjob. I live for them.
I didn’t take it all for long. That beer can fattened and lengthened in my mouth and slowly I was pushed back by the size of his cock, losing inch by inch. His dickhead was out of his foreskin now, I could feel it, swelling up and pulsing. Who would have thought this pudgy Japanese businessman in his fifties would have a veiny thick eight-inch cock? I was totally in love.
I never talk to strangers, but I had to pull back and whisper to this cute Asian dad how much I loved his dick and how beautiful it was. I dove back down and tried for those last three inches with his dickhead pounding the entrance of my throat and managed to get two of them. He was still getting thicker but thank god not longer.
I pulled back one last time and whispered with awe how much I enjoyed sucking his huge cock and his lower body spasmed and he uttered in a tiny voice, “I’m Cumming.”
In milliseconds I was back on his cock, trying to force his bloated dickhead down my throat but not quite making it. The friction of the effort on his dickhead was killing him though. He gasped, and his legs buckled, and I felt a huge volume of cum force its way down my throat. I swallowed. And swallowed. And took the next loads, savoring them until he started to run dry and I pumped him with my hands and mouth for the dregs.
He was hooked as much as I was. We didn’t speak, but he bowed and so did I. No one respects privacy like the Japanese and we hardly ever spoke, just treated each other with respect and affection.
After that, I would run into him in all three of the restrooms I frequented at Aloha Towers (Where the cruise ships pull in) as if he were looking for me. He always had a fat veiny brown cock and a huge load for me. The only sounds were of sucking, moaning, grunting and swallowing.
After several months, with maybe twenty blowjobs, he invited me into an old grey van, the side windows painted over, and the back window curtained. The back of the van was a couch up against the driver’s seat with the rest of the van carpeted. From then on, he spent a lot of time relaxing naked on that couch while I spent a lot of time naked on my knees sucking him off.
I had done popper quite a while ago, but it was now i*****l to buy and I had almost forgotten about it. Inside the van, my Japanese daddy brought out a bottle of Rush and offered it to me. I couldn’t wait. I took a snort up each nostril, remembering the wonderful aroma and handed it back to him. As he was taking a big liquid snort up each nostril, the popper exploded in my head and I dove on his semihard dick, tasting his silk cord with my tongue. His balls were huge and hard, held captive by the tight cord.
The popper exploded in his head and he gasped, taking my head gently in his hands, but not forcing me to do what I was already doing. Sliding his huge brown veiny meat in and out of my mouth in slow, steady strokes. He was light-skinned but his dick and balls were much darker.
Both of us naked and sweating in the back of an old van parked on a side street, I sucked, and he throbbed until we both took another popper hit and I dove back down, and he gasped.
This time we were in no hurry and we must have lost a pint of sweat apiece as I worshipped his amazing dick with my face buried between his legs. It was my constant, never ending effort to take his entire fat eight inches down to the base that always made him cum. With his huge sensitive dickhead flattening out and pounding against my throat over and over again, the sensation got to be too much for him every time. And then when I started to gag…
He couldn’t handle it. When I was burning on popper, I loved gagging on his cock. I would plunge on it over and over again, his flabby thighs jumping up and down on the couch, not a word of conversation between us. But what could be more intimate?
As the tears ran down my face, he would say the only words spoken between us; ‘I’m Cumming’.
He always announced it and I always went into overdrive, increasing the speed of my sucking and the pressure I applied. I also worked him over harder with my tongue. I knew he was telling me so I could get ready to receive his load, and I never disappointed.
We hooked up usually two times a week. Each time, it seemed as if he had been saving it for me. This was no exception. In the back of his van, naked in a pool of sweat I swallowed what seemed like a half-pint of his cum, thick and tasty. Enough sperm to populate the entire world twice over with Japanese. What a rush.
Over the course of three years, he gave me my own silk cord cock ring and showed me how to adjust it. Once he invited me in his tiny voice to a fishing trip with some of his Japanese friends. I am beating myself up to this day that I turned him down. What a memory that would be.
Some would say this gentleman was a friend. Others would say he was a total stranger. I sucked his cock well over a hundred times and we both loved every minute of it. You decide.
Part 3. Black dick in Subic
Being stationed on shore duty in the Philippines gave me an opportunity to suck off many rock-hard Filipino dicks, but one of my favorite taste treats, the big black dick was hard to get.
The first time was a one-time encounter. I had taken to going to the gym and sauna on the base at lunchtime, as an opportunity to work out and be naked around other guys.
On one occasion, opening the heavy wooden door of the sauna, I saw a huge black man with greying hair sitting naked on a wooden bench. His hard body gleamed with sweat and his huge jet-black cock dangled nine soft inches between his legs. His wiry, salt-and-pepper crotch told me he was either a senior officer or maybe a master chief.
I sat across from him, and like him I removed my towel and sat there naked and sweating. My dick was semihard and dangling between my legs. I was 25 and very horny. Out of my control, while staring at his incredible dick my own began rising between my legs, the oversized head swelling up and turning red. I didn’t see any point in covering it up and hoped he wouldn’t report me for being gay. I wasn’t actually gay; I just had an overwhelming compulsion to suck the dicks of strange men.
When my dick was hard and pulsing, he smiled and said, ‘Like what you see boy?’
I nodded, staring transfixed at his long, smooth jet-black tube. His head was entirely out of his foreskin, shiny and pink. The rest of his body was very black. He took hold of it in the middle and offered it to me.
I dropped to my knees. I used my hands only long enough to feed his huge limp dick into my mouth than sucked him hands-free, as I always do. I loved the feel of his soft smooth dick in my hands as I fed it in. He was nearly three inches thick and still limp.
He moaned with pleasure and slid back on the bench as I lovingly engulfed his cock. We were both keeping an eye on the tiny window in the wooden door, since someone could show up at any minute. The window was fogged up and we had time to recover if we saw someone. It was hot as hell in there.
With pure adoration I slid my lips up and down the big black cock of a man old enough to be my daddy. He certainly far outranked me. It was the first black dick I had tasted in a long time and I was hypnotized.
He got longer and thicker and his head swelled till I had eleven wonderful inches in my mouth. I wish I could have done him justice, we both worked at it, but I could only take eight inches of his enormous cock in my mouth. I was doing a lot of gagging, which made him even longer and rock hard.
With tears running down my face, gagging on eight inches of black dick, without warning he pumped a load which bypassed my mouth and went straight down my throat. His balls were rising and falling, and his huge dick was pulsing, and he continued to pump huge, steady loads down my throat. I was in another world and lost count of the number of loads until he ran dry and I took his huge wonderful black dick in both hands and milked his dick up and down to get the last of his cum.
When he was soft and drained, holding his dick in both hands, I whispered, ‘Thank you’. He seemed startled by that and with a grin, he said ‘You’re welcome’. That was our only encounter.
The only other black dick I sucked while I was stationed in the Philippines was in the same sauna as the first encounter described above. A young, light-skinned black man about my age, naked with a limp six inches between his legs.
With both of us naked and sweating it was no time at all before our dicks were rising and I was kneeling between his legs. I managed to get him before he was fully hard because I love to feel the dicks swelling in my mouth. He certainly did some swelling and in no time, I was sucking eight rock-hard inches.
Neither of us was crazy about the temperature or the sweating, so we worked as a team and in a couple of minutes I was gagging at the base of his cock and he was pumping a huge load in my mouth. I was so turned on that I shot my own load as soon as his first shot of cum went down my throat. I drained him expertly and sucked him until he was limp.
Both of us realizing what we had, I actually gave someone my name and phone number for the first time. I loved his young black dick and wanted more of it.
As it turned out, he worked in payroll at another command on base, and I was a career counselor, a cushy job that I took because I had my own tiny office and did little work. I negotiated orders, schools and reenlistment bonuses for people. A couple of times I got blowjobs from grateful young female sailors for the deals I made for them. I like girls too. I enjoy cumming in their mouths.
My young black friend was going to transfer soon, and so happened he had need of my services. This necessitated meeting several times a week, in my private office. Many is the time we would be in a meeting, his dungaree pants around his ankles, me on my knees in my dress white uniform, pants also around my ankles, counseling my young friend. His name was Al Black, by the way. Go figure.
The first time we had a meeting, he came so hard that his cum shot out both sides of my mouth. Twice. That had never happened to me before. Guess he was saving it up. Or maybe it was my enthusiasm.
I negotiated a good set of orders for him and a big reenlistment bonus. When it was time for him to leave, I visited his barracks room and gave him one more blowjob as he lay naked on the bunk. To show his appreciation for what I had done for him, he gave me a load he said he had been saving for two weeks. . This time I was ready and caught it all.
That’s it for now. This is getting too long. Expect a Memorable Dicks 2 in the future. By the way, all of this is true.
I was sitting on a disgusting toilet in an underground restroom under a closed and deserted movie theater. I was 23. I had never been here before but when I saw the Men’s Room sign all weathered and faded, and the door open, I was hooked.
Quiet and dark. Just the way I liked it. I sat there with my semi hard dick dangling between my legs when a tiny little homeless guy walked slowly in. He was bald and skinny and pasty white, and I locked eyes with him immediately. I wanted his dick.
This restroom had one toilet stall and one urinal. The urinal was mounted on the left wall in front of me. So convenient. So, when he unzipped, staring at me and pulled out the cutest, most amazing dick, I had an excellent side view. This restroom was tiny.
What I could see looked EXACTLY like a mushroom. A real mushroom. Very thin, milky white stalk traced with the tiniest purple veins, ending four inches later in a HUGE flaring milky white head. He was already hard.
With my dick rapidly rising between my spread legs, I motioned him over. He stepped over to me with his dick bobbing, and I unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his filthy brown pants. Since he had no ass or legs, his pants dropped to his ankles. His ghostly white, hairless legs were a turn on. But his Dick. Oh my God.
The head was three inches across, white and unblemished, silky smooth. Or so I believed. I hadn't tasted it yet.
I opened my mouth like an anaconda and engulfed that huge white head, feeling the edge stretching my mouth in all directions. Then it popped in, and I puckered up, lovingly sucking in the remaining four inches. His shaft was only an inch thick. A perfect human mushroom.
He gasped as I went to the base of his cock, my lips hitting his belly with some force. His head was positioned right at the entrance to my throat, but he was not long enough to push through. I was in heaven.
I backed off, took several deep breaths, and dove down again. His mushroom head was plugging the entrance to my throat, so I couldn’t breathe, but I wasn’t gagging either. Holding my breath, I took a tight grip on his bony shaft with my lips and pistoned him with two-inch strokes for nearly a minute, All the while working my tongue all over his head. After that I had to breathe.
Each time I bumped my face into his rock-hard belly, his dickhead flattened against the entrance to my throat. And each time that happened, he moaned. His shaft seemed to be growing, and the pressure against my throat was more insistent. His HEAD expanded like a balloon, filling more and more of my mouth.
With him panting for breath and sweating, I backed off to catch my breath. I inspected my work and saw to my delight that his skinny shaft had grown a full two inches. Now we had the length. Time for round two. I forced that soft white doorknob into my mouth took it town to my throat. I had two more inches to play with, rock hard and pulsing. I forced that giant white head into my throat, squeezing it like toothpaste in a tube. When it reached its destination, I actually felt it swelling even larger, and it snaked another inch down my throat.
The nasty old man went nuts. After that I was along for the ride. He clamped my head in both of his tiny hands and pumped his his cue-ball sized head deep in my throat, making gutteral sounds.
His balls were jumbo sized, all out of proportion to his body, and I was expecting a nice surprise. I interrupted him twice, coming up for air, admiring what was now a veritable porn star's cock, a full nine inches, on a 4 foot tall, 90 pound frame.
After five minutes of pumping my face with his huge cock, He stopped, not wanting to cum yet, his head parked deep down. I reached up and felt the enormous bulge in my throat and squeezed it between my fingers.
That was it for him. He groaned and I felt a flood of cum shooting straight down my throat. No swallowing required. I kept squeezing his dickhead and felt it pulse and shoot ten more times. Guess he hadn't jerked off in a while.
I can’t begin to describe the mental state I was in at this time. Without touching my own cock, it was rock-hard, and eight inches with the mushroom head I think everyone has seen. The humiliation, degradation, even shame of sitting on a filthy toilet seat, sucking off a dirty old 4’ homeless guy with the eighth wonder of the world for a cock, gave me a sexual high unlike any I have ever experienced. I have searched out this same high over and over again. With many variations. My dick exploded, shooting ropes of cum all over his skinny hairless legs.
I didn't want to release that dick. I gulped more air and went right back down, easily sliding it to where it belonged. I kept sucking, but I felt him going soft. Finally I slowly let his whopper slide between my lips, shiny and wet.
'Can you cum again?' My first words to him.
'Gimme a half hour, cutie.' He squeaked. Actually he was back in just over twenty minutes.
Part 2. Wonderful Japanese dad in Honolulu
Since I pretty much specialize in sucking off strangers, I can’t really say I’ve sucked any guy off more than five or six times, (except for my younger cousin, but that doesn’t count) except for this one guy.
I was a sailor in my thirties, stationed in Hawaii on shore duty and cruising every local restroom and peep show I could find. I was happily married and straight as far as anyone knew. But I had an urge that had to be satisfied.
I ran into this short, fat Japanese gentleman with glasses in one of my favorite cruising restrooms at Aloha Tower. I love Asians and older guys and with very little preliminary I had him standing in front of my doorless stall, a large bulge in his grey pants a foot in front of my face.
I unzipped him and out flopped a wonder. Thick as a can of soda, covered with thick veins, five inches of fat Japanese cock. He was semihard, and his pink head protruded slightly from his very prominent foreskin. He had a silk cord tied around his cock and balls, an adjustable cock ring.
No one was around. I grabbed his butt cheeks and pulled him completely into my stall, engulfing his huge purple-brown cock with my mouth. I took it all and the feeling was incredible. Another forbidden, nasty interracial blowjob. I live for them.
I didn’t take it all for long. That beer can fattened and lengthened in my mouth and slowly I was pushed back by the size of his cock, losing inch by inch. His dickhead was out of his foreskin now, I could feel it, swelling up and pulsing. Who would have thought this pudgy Japanese businessman in his fifties would have a veiny thick eight-inch cock? I was totally in love.
I never talk to strangers, but I had to pull back and whisper to this cute Asian dad how much I loved his dick and how beautiful it was. I dove back down and tried for those last three inches with his dickhead pounding the entrance of my throat and managed to get two of them. He was still getting thicker but thank god not longer.
I pulled back one last time and whispered with awe how much I enjoyed sucking his huge cock and his lower body spasmed and he uttered in a tiny voice, “I’m Cumming.”
In milliseconds I was back on his cock, trying to force his bloated dickhead down my throat but not quite making it. The friction of the effort on his dickhead was killing him though. He gasped, and his legs buckled, and I felt a huge volume of cum force its way down my throat. I swallowed. And swallowed. And took the next loads, savoring them until he started to run dry and I pumped him with my hands and mouth for the dregs.
He was hooked as much as I was. We didn’t speak, but he bowed and so did I. No one respects privacy like the Japanese and we hardly ever spoke, just treated each other with respect and affection.
After that, I would run into him in all three of the restrooms I frequented at Aloha Towers (Where the cruise ships pull in) as if he were looking for me. He always had a fat veiny brown cock and a huge load for me. The only sounds were of sucking, moaning, grunting and swallowing.
After several months, with maybe twenty blowjobs, he invited me into an old grey van, the side windows painted over, and the back window curtained. The back of the van was a couch up against the driver’s seat with the rest of the van carpeted. From then on, he spent a lot of time relaxing naked on that couch while I spent a lot of time naked on my knees sucking him off.
I had done popper quite a while ago, but it was now i*****l to buy and I had almost forgotten about it. Inside the van, my Japanese daddy brought out a bottle of Rush and offered it to me. I couldn’t wait. I took a snort up each nostril, remembering the wonderful aroma and handed it back to him. As he was taking a big liquid snort up each nostril, the popper exploded in my head and I dove on his semihard dick, tasting his silk cord with my tongue. His balls were huge and hard, held captive by the tight cord.
The popper exploded in his head and he gasped, taking my head gently in his hands, but not forcing me to do what I was already doing. Sliding his huge brown veiny meat in and out of my mouth in slow, steady strokes. He was light-skinned but his dick and balls were much darker.
Both of us naked and sweating in the back of an old van parked on a side street, I sucked, and he throbbed until we both took another popper hit and I dove back down, and he gasped.
This time we were in no hurry and we must have lost a pint of sweat apiece as I worshipped his amazing dick with my face buried between his legs. It was my constant, never ending effort to take his entire fat eight inches down to the base that always made him cum. With his huge sensitive dickhead flattening out and pounding against my throat over and over again, the sensation got to be too much for him every time. And then when I started to gag…
He couldn’t handle it. When I was burning on popper, I loved gagging on his cock. I would plunge on it over and over again, his flabby thighs jumping up and down on the couch, not a word of conversation between us. But what could be more intimate?
As the tears ran down my face, he would say the only words spoken between us; ‘I’m Cumming’.
He always announced it and I always went into overdrive, increasing the speed of my sucking and the pressure I applied. I also worked him over harder with my tongue. I knew he was telling me so I could get ready to receive his load, and I never disappointed.
We hooked up usually two times a week. Each time, it seemed as if he had been saving it for me. This was no exception. In the back of his van, naked in a pool of sweat I swallowed what seemed like a half-pint of his cum, thick and tasty. Enough sperm to populate the entire world twice over with Japanese. What a rush.
Over the course of three years, he gave me my own silk cord cock ring and showed me how to adjust it. Once he invited me in his tiny voice to a fishing trip with some of his Japanese friends. I am beating myself up to this day that I turned him down. What a memory that would be.
Some would say this gentleman was a friend. Others would say he was a total stranger. I sucked his cock well over a hundred times and we both loved every minute of it. You decide.
Part 3. Black dick in Subic
Being stationed on shore duty in the Philippines gave me an opportunity to suck off many rock-hard Filipino dicks, but one of my favorite taste treats, the big black dick was hard to get.
The first time was a one-time encounter. I had taken to going to the gym and sauna on the base at lunchtime, as an opportunity to work out and be naked around other guys.
On one occasion, opening the heavy wooden door of the sauna, I saw a huge black man with greying hair sitting naked on a wooden bench. His hard body gleamed with sweat and his huge jet-black cock dangled nine soft inches between his legs. His wiry, salt-and-pepper crotch told me he was either a senior officer or maybe a master chief.
I sat across from him, and like him I removed my towel and sat there naked and sweating. My dick was semihard and dangling between my legs. I was 25 and very horny. Out of my control, while staring at his incredible dick my own began rising between my legs, the oversized head swelling up and turning red. I didn’t see any point in covering it up and hoped he wouldn’t report me for being gay. I wasn’t actually gay; I just had an overwhelming compulsion to suck the dicks of strange men.
When my dick was hard and pulsing, he smiled and said, ‘Like what you see boy?’
I nodded, staring transfixed at his long, smooth jet-black tube. His head was entirely out of his foreskin, shiny and pink. The rest of his body was very black. He took hold of it in the middle and offered it to me.
I dropped to my knees. I used my hands only long enough to feed his huge limp dick into my mouth than sucked him hands-free, as I always do. I loved the feel of his soft smooth dick in my hands as I fed it in. He was nearly three inches thick and still limp.
He moaned with pleasure and slid back on the bench as I lovingly engulfed his cock. We were both keeping an eye on the tiny window in the wooden door, since someone could show up at any minute. The window was fogged up and we had time to recover if we saw someone. It was hot as hell in there.
With pure adoration I slid my lips up and down the big black cock of a man old enough to be my daddy. He certainly far outranked me. It was the first black dick I had tasted in a long time and I was hypnotized.
He got longer and thicker and his head swelled till I had eleven wonderful inches in my mouth. I wish I could have done him justice, we both worked at it, but I could only take eight inches of his enormous cock in my mouth. I was doing a lot of gagging, which made him even longer and rock hard.
With tears running down my face, gagging on eight inches of black dick, without warning he pumped a load which bypassed my mouth and went straight down my throat. His balls were rising and falling, and his huge dick was pulsing, and he continued to pump huge, steady loads down my throat. I was in another world and lost count of the number of loads until he ran dry and I took his huge wonderful black dick in both hands and milked his dick up and down to get the last of his cum.
When he was soft and drained, holding his dick in both hands, I whispered, ‘Thank you’. He seemed startled by that and with a grin, he said ‘You’re welcome’. That was our only encounter.
The only other black dick I sucked while I was stationed in the Philippines was in the same sauna as the first encounter described above. A young, light-skinned black man about my age, naked with a limp six inches between his legs.
With both of us naked and sweating it was no time at all before our dicks were rising and I was kneeling between his legs. I managed to get him before he was fully hard because I love to feel the dicks swelling in my mouth. He certainly did some swelling and in no time, I was sucking eight rock-hard inches.
Neither of us was crazy about the temperature or the sweating, so we worked as a team and in a couple of minutes I was gagging at the base of his cock and he was pumping a huge load in my mouth. I was so turned on that I shot my own load as soon as his first shot of cum went down my throat. I drained him expertly and sucked him until he was limp.
Both of us realizing what we had, I actually gave someone my name and phone number for the first time. I loved his young black dick and wanted more of it.
As it turned out, he worked in payroll at another command on base, and I was a career counselor, a cushy job that I took because I had my own tiny office and did little work. I negotiated orders, schools and reenlistment bonuses for people. A couple of times I got blowjobs from grateful young female sailors for the deals I made for them. I like girls too. I enjoy cumming in their mouths.
My young black friend was going to transfer soon, and so happened he had need of my services. This necessitated meeting several times a week, in my private office. Many is the time we would be in a meeting, his dungaree pants around his ankles, me on my knees in my dress white uniform, pants also around my ankles, counseling my young friend. His name was Al Black, by the way. Go figure.
The first time we had a meeting, he came so hard that his cum shot out both sides of my mouth. Twice. That had never happened to me before. Guess he was saving it up. Or maybe it was my enthusiasm.
I negotiated a good set of orders for him and a big reenlistment bonus. When it was time for him to leave, I visited his barracks room and gave him one more blowjob as he lay naked on the bunk. To show his appreciation for what I had done for him, he gave me a load he said he had been saving for two weeks. . This time I was ready and caught it all.
That’s it for now. This is getting too long. Expect a Memorable Dicks 2 in the future. By the way, all of this is true.
5年前
