I am getting very nice comments every day on each new submission, and I am very gratified by the kind words. I can only get these out when I am in a certain state of mind, but here is a story I wrote several years ago but never submitted to Nifty. Down the street from the Plaza where the underground restroom and four-corner bus stop is located, (where my first two stories take place) is a sleazy movie theater, one of dozens. But this straight movie theater had an upstairs bathroom with a communal urinal trough and two toilets with a glory hole. And showed really lousy movies. I spent many hours in there (still not old enough to drink off the base) and there will probably be other stories from this location. But I wrote this one down some time ago, so it must be my favorite. I have made only minor corrections to spelling, as my memory was better back then than it is now.
A short, fat white boy with a moon face and close-cropped blonde hair came into the restroom. His eyes lit up when he spied me. He made a beeline for the adjacent stall (the one with the large gloryhole) and immediately pulled out a short, fat cock and just let it dangle. Didn't touch it, didn't piss. Nothing. He was waiting for me to put my finger through the hole, which didn't take more than ten seconds of staring at his circumsized milky white dick.
His reaction to my finger was to stand in front of my stall in exactly the same position, his ghostly white dickhead inches away from my mouth. I immediately sucked it in, and he let out a soft moan. I took in three inches of fat veiny white shaft and began stroking his soft cock with my lips, my tongue whirling around underneath. He lengthened and thickened immediately, and I had a fat six inches of hard sailor cock in my mouth. I recognized this young man as one of my fellow shipmates, but he didn't seem to recognized me. (He was probably at least five years older than me at the time, but still young.) I was sure he would the next time we met. I pumped my mouth up and down on his cock and he moaned and wiggled. I knew how much we all jacked off on the ship and it was obvious to me that he hadn't gotten off for at least a couple of days. After a minute of steady, uninterrupted sucking his whole fat body began quivering, he threw his head back and began shooting thick ropes of cum all over the back of my tongue ( I like to have the head and about three inches of shaft in my mouth when my acquisition comes--that way I can feel each spurt of his cum landing on the back of my tongue--a very sensitive area). His spurts were slow and determined--he had a lot of cum to unload, and I had given him a lot of stimulation. He shot slowly and deliberately, and I swallowed each rope slowly and deliberately. We had the luxury of being uninterrupted throughout his entire cum, and even a full minute afterwards, during which I used my mouth and both hands to squeeze and siphon every drop I could coax out of the head of his dick, which remained hugely out of proportion to his soft cock, probably because of the intense squeezing I was applying to his shaft.
He scurried out after I had drained him completely dry, but twenty minutes later he was coming through the door again. This must have been one hell of a movie they were showing, because he was the first person who had come through the door since the last time I watched him tucking his limp dick inside his pants. His moon face and watery blue eyes fascinated me as he stood in front of me once again and without any effort on my part, I had the same limp, fat cock dangling in my face again. He was just as thick and juicy the second time around, and I thoroughly enjoyed transforming his fat stubby dick into a beercan for the second time. It was a particularly dead evening in this movie theater men's room, and we remained uninterrupted once again as I took a good three minutes to siphon another load from his fat cock. The first time he shot five full cum ropes on the back of my tongue before he began to trickle out...this time he only made three slow, excruciating spurts before he began to run dry. Three more times he managed to shoot enough cum to make me feel it, after that the last two or three spasms were dry. I took all that he had, and squeezed and sucked him dry once again.
Another boring thirty minutes sitting in the stall directly facing the door (there were only two stalls). It was a weeknight and the theater was nearly empty. I was counting on regulars, but it looked like I was shit out of luck.
Finally, after I was nearly falling asleep, HE came in again! This fat little suck pig was smiling shyly at me and fumbling with his zipper.
" I think I can cum one more time." He said.
"Don't worry about it." I said, pulling his limp cock out of his pants. "You're gonna cum again."
I may have spoken too soon. His dick was shriveled up and cold. (It was winter in San Diego.) I inhaled everything he had and worked him over with my tongue. My lips were pressed up against his sweaty blonde pubes, the soft 3" in my mouth giving me no trouble at all. Knowing how drained he was, it didn't bother me at all that he remained completely soft for a full five minutes while I traced every millimeter of his cock over and over with the tip of my tongue, my lips forming a tight vacuum seal around the base of his cock.
All this time he stared down at me with hope and anticipation in his face, knowing that I would do everything I could to extract a third load from his sizable balls.
He lengthened and thickened in that five minutes, but remained completely soft. Finally, I got to him and I could feel the veins raising up on his shaft. He was once again beginning to stretch the corners of my mouth with his thickness. I proceeded to play my favorite song on his skin flute, my tongue tracing each and every pulsing vein on the bottom of his shaft.
After another five full minutes of sucking his hard cock (as long as both of his other blow jobs combined) He gave me that special moan that we both had been waiting for, and his sperm shot onto the back of my tongue for the third time in less than two hours. It gave me intense pleasure to know that I was completely draining my shipmate, and I helped him shoot his load by sucking so hard my cheeks began to ache. His egg-sized balls were both tight up under my chin, the effort of this third cum causing a sweat to break out all over his flabby white body. But he was clean and sweet-smelling, and I gulped down his cum for the third and final time. His last four spasms were completely dry. The first time I probably got a full ounce. The second time, two-thirds as much. This last time, he could only deliver two thin teaspoonfulls over my tongue, but it meant a lot more to me, knowing that this was all he had left. I had gotten it all.