"Too Much Milk" by Carlos Clay (gustokongtiti@gmail.com)
As with all of my stories, this story is true and accurate to the best of my recall ability. This story is my original creative work and is protected by Creative Commons license: Attribution - Non-Commercial - No Derviatives (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/). I welcome comments and personal communication at the above e-mail address.
Story Codes: mm, oral, ws
During the days when I was traveling through California's Central Valley I would try to spend a night in Bakersfield. I had discovered a small porn theater on 19th street which was always a good place to meet local guys. Typically they were farm workers or truckers -- and always very horny!
On one particular trip I got into Bakersfield in the evening, checked into a motel, and made it out to the theater about 9PM. I was afraid it might be too late to catch a good crowd -- folks in Bakersfield tend to go to bed early.
The porn theater is located at the rear of an adult book store. After paying your admission fee, you enter the theater through a door adjacent to the screen. Everyone gets to check you out as you enter! It's a small theater, only about four or five rows, with about six seats in each row. At the very rear there's a door which opens to a small restroom. Most of the guys sit in the back row. Since you can switch the restroom lights off, sometimes guys will stand against the restroom door jamb, watching the movie on one side, while getting sucked off by another guy in the dark restroom on the other side.
By the time I got to the theater there were only a few guys there. One man in particular caught my attention. He was a small wiry Mexican guy, I'll call him "Jose," seated in the very last seat of the very last row, wedged into the corner of the theater. It was obvious that he wanted to be left alone.
As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I could see more of Jose. His jeans were unzipped and pulled down a bit. His cock and balls were sticking out above the elastic waistband of his briefs. In the reflected light from the screen I could see that he was stroking a small, uncut cock that was very, very hard. His left hand was at his side while his right hand, dark brown and sinewy, stroked and stroked -- sometimes slowly, sometimes furiously. Sometimes his foreskin was pulled down, sometimes it was bunched up. All the time his gaze was fixed on the screen. He seemed completely oblivious to the presence of anyone else in the theater.
In the flickering light from the screen I could sometimes make out a glistening sheen on his cock head. Precum! This guy, who'd been jacking off for God knows how long, was oozing copious quantities of precum. I was consumed with lust. I didn't know how, but I had to get that cock in my mouth.
It took over an hour until the other guys eventually left the theater. All the while, Jose just continued stroking his cock, never once veering his gaze off the screen. It seemed incredible that he could maintain an erection for so long, all the time oozing precum.
All this time I had been standing in the back of the theater. I figured I had better make my move now before Jose decided to leave. I moved into the last row. Past the first seat, then the second seat, the third seat, Jose never took notice. Finally, I sat down next to Jose. He seemed complete unaware of my presence.
I could now see Jose's cock more clearly. About three to four inches with a long, thick foreskin. I could make out the sheen of precum all over his cock and his fingers. It was beautiful!
I decided to make my move -- it was now or never! I reached for his cock. His left hand shot up and grabbed my arm forcefully. He turned, looked at me, unsmiling, and said something in Spanish. I only know a few words of Spanish and had no idea what he said. I shrugged. He spoke again. I still didn't understand. Then he made a universal sign which I understood. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the few dollars I had left after paying the theater admission fee. I handed the money to Jose and started stroking his cock.
The theater seats were too cramped to do any serious sucking. I gestured towards the restroom. Jose knew the drill. While he stood against the door jamb, watching the movie, I knelt inside the dark restroom working over his cock.
His cock and balls and pubic hair were coated with precum. I started by giving the whole area a long, wet tongue bath. His balls were just the right size to fit in my mouth. I worked over his pubic hairs in small bunches at a time. I would suck them in, twist them around with my tongue and then gently pulled them out through my clenched lips. Then I moved on to the next bunch.
When I got back around to his cock, it had released another flow of precum. I sucked it in and ran my tongue between the foreskin and cock head. He was moaning and breathing hard. I was afraid he would cum too soon.
And then it happened. Suddenly the theater lights snapped on like flood lights. Jose scrambled to zip up his pants. I jumped to my feet. The door at the front of the theater swung open and somebody hollered "closing time." I looked at my watch. Eleven PM.
Jose gestured towards the back of the building. There was a rear door which opened onto an alley behind the building. I followed him down the alley to a particularly dark spot, against a concrete wall, by a telephone pole. Since it was a moonless night, this seemed to be a safe spot.
I knelt in front of Jose. I was able to pull his jeans and briefs down around his ankles. With what little starlight there was, I could see that his legs were smooth and muscular. I ravaged his cock and balls and tried to get my tongue as far back under his balls as his legs would let me.
After being in that stuffy theater so long, I was invigorated by the cool night air. I decided to take another chance. I pulled my mouth off his cock and looked up at him. He looked down at me with an expression of alarm -- as if to say "don't stop now!" I opened my mouth wide, pointed inside with my index finger, and spoke one of the few Spanish words I knew.
"Agua," I said, "agua."
Without any hesitation, Jose shifted his feet into a pissing stance. He held his still stiff cock between his thumb and forefinger and blasted a stream of piss, full force, into my open mouth. I couldn't believe that he could piss through that hard cock. I hadn't thought about it, but this guy probably hadn't taken a piss in hours and really had to go.
I moved my head so that my mouth could envelop his pissing cock. I clamped my lips down around the shaft, like an o-ring, trying to make a piss-tight seal. At the same time, I tried shoving my tongue into his piss slit, like a bottle stopper, to see if I could stop the flow. My mouth was becoming more and more full. I clamped down harder on the shaft trying to keep it all in my mouth. My cheeks started bulging out like two balloons. I tried tightening my cheek muscles. Jose was undaunted. The piss just kept coming full force. I started feeling a burning sensation under my ears where the jaw hinges. I couldn't stand it any longer.
I've never swallowed piss (although I'd love to try) , so I pulled my head back, swung around to the side, and spat out what seemed like a gallon of piss. Before Jose could shut off the flow, he drenched my face and shirt with his piss. I turned back to his cock and started sucking wildly. It was only now that I was able to taste his piss. It was strong but not unpleasant. Soon the taste of his piss was mingling with the taste of his precum; it was pure ambrosia.
Despite my best efforts to keep all of Jose's piss in my mouth, his pubic hairs and balls were drenched in piss. There was nothing I could do but give the whole area another tongue bath. Jose was moaning and thrusting. I knew he was near.
I pulled my mouth off of his cock for a second time and repeated the gesture with my index finger. This time I tried out another one of my Spanish words.
"Leche." "Leche."
Jose grabbed the back of my head with both hands and started fucking my mouth furiously. Almost immediately I could feel the squirts. One. Two. Three. My mouth seemed to be full of his cum. I could barely make out a fourth squirt, buried in the first three. What happened next is one of the biggest regrets of my long and active sex life. Without thinking, instinctively, I turned my head to the side and spat out his cum. It made a huge white blob in the middle of the pool of piss. As soon as I spit, I realized what I had done. Oh, God, how I would have loved to have savored Jose's cum and swallowed it slowly.
I turned back to his cock to lick off whatever was left and try to retrieve any seepage. But it was too late. His beautiful hard cock had turned to gel and he started pulling up his pants.
I stood up as Jose was zipping up his jeans. He looked at me and, in a heavily accented voice, spoke the only English words I heard from him.
"Too much milk."
If only I spoke Spanish I would have told him he was wrong.