My fifth true story and reflection on my life as a gay man in America. Not about youngsters in their prime, not about thin, cute girly boys who whore around sucking twenty cocks a day...just about a man who enjoys the sexual company of older black men.
I have learned to appreciate the art of lovemaking, cocksucking and orally entertaining mature men of all races and types. I detest femininity and am not into doing men half my age. I relate to men in their fifties and up and particularly African American men.
As I said in previous stories, whether in an alley, men's room, bedroom or a park bench, black men really know how to appreciate a man who can give a good blow job. Black men are also very good at letting a white guy sip from their bladders.
In previous stories I talked about incidents in a movie theatre parking lot, a pinelands episode, a man from a local store and my alley buddies. This story is about a few of my black buddies that I have come to love...
To me there is nothing sexier than watching a man walking up to a urinal, open up his fly, yank out his hang and hit a splash on a urinal drain. The look of satisfaction on his face, the way he holds his cock, if the man is uncut it is whether he gently skins his hood back or lets it fly through his closed funnel. The excitement is definately hightened when the man is using my mouth as the urinal or blow job machine.
I met these three men. One was a trucker that I did regularly and the other two I met were acquaintences of his.
First there is Walter...This marvelous man is now in his early seventies, but I met him when I was in my twenties at a South Jersey truck stop. I was a very timid man at the time, just learning the ropes of trucker sucking.
This was at a time when undercover cops and female sluts were not patrolling the large lots completely filled with trucks and their horny owners. There were a good share of fag haters, but more of them didn't care what sex was mouthing their organs, just as long as it felt good and they didn't have to pay for it.
Walter was a long distance runner, at the time I was doing him regualrly, he was in his late forties, a short stocky fireplug of a man. Very dark skin, and hairy for a black man Walt was. He didn't go for complicated rituals, he just loved being blown...that was it. Nothing quick or fast, just a nice long, slow wet suck session.
I loved seeing him pull up his truck and wave at me. He generally went into the diner to eat and then he would give me the high sign to meet him in his cabover Reo. The rig was big and unkept, like Walter. He did not go for heavy colognes or fancy clothes. He was not one for underwear and loved me to go right after his bag of goodies once we were in his truck. This one memorable time, we were in the rear of the lot and the passenger side door was not in view of the rest of the truckers. He asked me to accompany him to that side where he asked me to sit on the entry step to the truck.
"MMMM, I've been waiting for this all day, was hoping your hot mouth would be here tonight", he gasped as I squeezed his prong inside of his pants. I gently pressed the area around his lower groin and found a highly distended bladder which made me smile.
"I know what you want you crazy fucker, and I have lots of it", he said talking about his bladder contents. He ripped his 501's open and pulled a slightly hard five uncut inches. His foreskin always tasted a little sweaty, but never cheesy. Piss was already dripping from his spout when he placed the organ on my outstreched tongue.
I closed my mouth gently around his organ and felt the underbelly twitch and my mouth was slowly filling with a very strong and tasty sauce. He held my mouth to him as he delivered quite an impressive mouthful. He knew how to feed a cocksucker a bladderful...slow enough to enjoy every drop, not fast and furious. He moaned his pleasure as all you could hear was his stream entering my throat and my rapid swallowing. His cock always started growing before he got through with his bladder emptying.
Usually a couple of taps on my head told me that he was done and he was ready for his blow job. Normally we would do it in his cab, but this time he said he was in somewhat of a hurry and instead of me sucking him, he just wanted me to get him hard and he wanted to wack off watching me jerk myself off. It was a little unusual for Walt because I knew how much he liked my mouth...but this was his decision.
His organ fattened up like a ball park frank and I spit it in his hand. I, in turn, pulled out my one-eyed buddy and started wanking it. I was tranfixed on Walt slowly squeezing his hefty cock, watching the angry purple head emerge from the foreskin like an angry cobra on each stroke.
His and my pace quickened, an I say a opaque drop of fluid at his piss slit and I went to capture it. Instead, Walt placed his finger in the small pool and brought his sticky finger to my lips. Man did Walt have good tasting stuff. Very milky and slightly salty.
"Wish I had time to drill your tonsils today, pal, but I gotta get back on the road", he said. "I told a couple of friends about you and they want to meet you", he added. "Get ready for some face painting" he cried as he erupted in a steady pulse of his cream...which he dripped all over my face as I, too, came in a violent climax. I licked him clean as I tucked my johnson in my jeans and waved him goodbye.
Walter had a little apartment in a small town in South Jersey that he asked me to come to the following weekend. I layed down the rules, I only do oral, no anal and the men cannot be fem or young. He informed me that all were good men whose wives do not suck cock and they are curious about your piss drinking thing.
I got to his place around nine in the evening on a lazy summer night. Walt was only in a white tank top and a pair of loose fitting running shorts. All sitting at a large card table were two of his buddies Dion and Ken. Both dressed in similar garb.
Dion was a tall slender man in his fifties, with a slight beer paunch. Ken was a large framed man, similar to Walt, about 45 or so...only to find out that Ken and Walt were brothers.
After some small talk and a beer or two, the small talk came around to sex. The were very interested in my boyhood and how I became interested in pleasing black men. The seemed to be hanging on my every word.
The more I talked, the cylindrical objects in their pants were becoming more apparent.
Walt started everything by announcing, "I am bursting, where is my urinal friend?" The other two gents started getting excited by the announcement by following me into the bathroom with Walt.
I was asked to sit in the tub while Walt stood over me..."Open wide, sweetie" was said Walt and aimed his foreskinned beauty at my open mouth and let a strong fire of piss hit the back of my throat. After a five seconds he closed the gap by putting his prize into my mouth and let me drink from the spout. All three men heard my rapid swallowing.
"Damn, I though Walt was kidding, look at him suck that stuff down", said his brother Ken.
His stream slowed and he pulled his cock from my mouth and told me that blow jobs were later and I have job to do.
He lead me into the dining room where I was told that I would be under the table for the evening and I would be servicing him and his two guests there. I would be driking piss and swallowing cum there for the next few hours.
Ken, Walt and Dion all stripped down and gathered around the table to sit. All had nice cocks, I had two with foreskin (Walt and Ken) and on long skinny cut one that belonged to Dion.
I was given a pillow for my knees and told to take my place. I huddled under the large table and waited for my first assignment. As the three men played poker and drank beer, Dion was the first to summon me. He pulled his chair back to give me full access to his sweaty and salty groin.
"Lick my nuts, please...I want to see them in your mouth", Dion said...and while you are down there you can tongue my ass a little. I was faced with a large pair of musky smelling balls that were waiting for my touch. I lightly glazed my tongue over the dark kinky curls and heard Dion sigh in his chair. He held his cards in one hand while he guided my head further and further into his crotch until I could hardly breathe.
"Smell all that sweat down there, I know I can smell it up here. Lick it all up. After that I got some used beer for you, I can't wait to feel myself pissing in that hot mouth", Dion exclaimed. I munched on his nut and licked at his crack for about ten minutes when he said, "Alright, I gotta go".
I took about half of his now eight inches into my mouth. "Don't suck, I gotta get is soft so I can relax and give you my pee", Dion said with a whisper.
I held still for what seemed like an eternity and felt his hand on the back of my head and his offering started filling me face. Like hot water, his piss was beer piss at it's finest. Almost tastless and abundent, he drilled the back of my clutching throat for close to two minutes. Outside of a few stray drops, all of it wound up in my belly.
While he pissed, I started a nice slow munching action on his shaft that was really making him stiff. "Walt, this fag is somethin'", Dion gasped.
I wanted a nice session with Dion as his was a nice cock for sucking...long enough to be a challenge but not a jawbreaker like Walt's was.
Tongue action, gentle suction and my squeezing throat was all Dion could take as his cum was flooding my throat literally seconds after the last drop of piss left his cock. I fininshed, wiped my mouth and retreated. Dion said, "you don't go anywhere, I'm gonna feel that mouth again real soon, you hear?"
I gave him my word as I heard Walt ask for my mouth again. "I gotta pee, get over here...I hope you can take another healthy load". I just opened my mouth a stared swallowing immediately. His brew got less tangy than the last offering.
I did to Walt like I did to Dion and started sucking him before his bladder was dry. His throat thriller puffed up and filled my mouth quickly. Walt dropped his poker hand and just layed back in his chair to recieve his suck job. "Get ready for a long one there son, you will be on my dick for a while". Walt said. Suck, I did...and suck and suck...Lick and lick...under and around his foreskin...his big ball sack, then back to his large cock head. "Concentrate on my cockhead, just my cockhead", he said like a sleeping tiger. After about fifteen minutes of an intense, vigorous sucking, Walt was about to deliver his load. Instead of shooting it in my mouth, he quickly yanked it out of my mouth an came into his beer glass. He swirled the thick pasty liquid with the beer and gave it to me to swallow for all to watch. It gave a real meaning to the word "cock" tail.
"Enough of this poker shit, man, I want my dick taken care of now", Ken the last of the men said. "Get your white ass from out of that table and get into that bathroom now", he barked. He ushered me to the john where I was told to sit. He shoved his underwear into my mouth while he took some old towel and put them on the floor around the toilet. Got a nice taste of his day's worth of perspiration and stray drops of urine while he came back to face me.
Ken then reached down and took his bloated cock in his hand and skinned it back a few times. "Here kid, don't swallow...that is grossing me out...just let it run out of your mouth like a fucking fountain", I was told.
I looked into the eyes of the lust black man as he aimed his funnelled cock at my open mouth and gave out a hearty laugh. "Damn, baby, I wish I could marry you" he said as a dark drop of urine appeared at the end of his abundant foreskin. "Performance time, kid, I'm gonna drown ya", he said. Piss flowed like a drinking fountain into my mouth, filled to overflowing and onto the towels on the floor. Thank God I didn't have to swallow, he shot the most pungent, dark amber piss a healthy man could deliver. I could tell by the acid taste that this man lived on black coffee.
The other two men joined Ken and started pissing again towards my mouth. Three men at once. All of a sudden I started feeling faint, my eyes blurred and I realized that my own cock was showing it's appreciation my the most intensive orgasm I had ever had without touching myself.
"Damn, this crazy fucker loves this shit, damn, where did you find this guy?" Ken asked.
"He is my New Jersey blow job boy down at the "76" off of exit 2", Walt proudly announced.
The floor was soaked, smelled like a truck stop men's room and I was in piss heaven.
"Ok, kid, it is my time for your sucking mouth and you ain't quitin' till you got my nut", he announced. I started to lick under the foreskin and he really loved that. He kept asking for more and more if it. His cock was leaking a steady stream of seminal fluid. His was very salty and bleachy tasting. This man was really enjoying my expereinced mouth. The look of contentment on this man's face was enough to turn anyone one. I was touching his furry balls and felt them tighten around the base of his eight inch babymaker and he gave out a yell, "You got it".
It didn't seem that he would ever stop cumming...a very thick film was oozing down my throat as my lips hunged the base of his damp cock and my nose mingled with his kinky curly pubes.
"That was a blow job", he said happily as he patted my head.
Luckily that night, I had a dick in my mouth almost the entire six hours I spent there. I had to pause occassionally to empty my bladder to get refilled, but these three men were very satsfied by the most intense episode of cocksucking and pissdrinking in my life to this date.
While Walt has died, both Dion and Ken are still alive and we still talk about that night in between mouth fulls of black cock.
I hope you all liked this story...would love to have some videos of mature men with a piss theme...Xtube is ok, but most of the pissers are young...but I will find some to enjoy I'm sure as you are enjoying my writing...Thanks for the nice mail!