I'm a firm believer, that we have no more choice over what we are drawn to sexually, than we have over what our taste buds like, when we sit down at the table. PEACE...MILKER
Since some of you may not like this story and what it's about, may I suggest that you click on my name, that's up next to the title of this story and perhaps you will find one that's more to your liking....Milker
The shame that I felt, as I came out of the men's bathroom at the alnight restaurant and saw that an old black man was sitting there watching me, was unreal. The shame wasn't coming from the fact that he was watching me, watching my plump, little ass, the shame was coming from the fact that my tiny, little asshole had just puckered-up, spreading itself open, as it tried to remember what a black man's cock felt like, up inside of it.
Yes, I'd been fucked by a black man, a very old black man, when I was only 11, not even 12 year's old.
He didn't even care that there was a tiny, little cock and a pair of little ball's, hanging down below the tiny, little, tight opening that he was fucking. He just needed to work his old black cock up into a little hole and for whatever the reason, he'd picked mine to do it to.
How did he know?
How did he know that I wouldn't tell on him?
Had he fucked other little, young, white boy's up their little ass'es before?
It's bad enough to be a boy and be...fucked up the ass. But to be a boy, a very young, white boy and to be fucked up the ass by a black man, is something that's taboo in our society and they know that you won't tell anybody about what they've done to you, because of that.
He'd picked me up, as I was walking home from the saturday movie's and believe it or not, I saw nothing wrong with getting into the car with him, because he seemed nice, whatever that means.
He was nice alright, but as soon as he had me in his old car with him, he reached over, took ahold of my little hand, pulled it over to his lap and then just held it there, as he whispered, " Come on baby, feel it."
I didn't wanna feel his old cock but the next thing I knew, he was moaning and saying, " Yeah, that's it, feel it baby, get it up for me."
I didn't even know that I was doing it, believe it or not.
I don't know how long he'd been getting me to feel on it like that, 2 minutes, 3 minutes, maybe even 4 minutes, before all of a sudden he pulled my hand away from it, slid his zipper down, and as he looked right at me he whispered, " Take it out baby and play with it."
I tried to say " Nooo," I really did, but nothing came out and the next thing I knew, he'd taken ahold of my little hand again and pushed it into the opening in the front of his pants and then just held it there, as he once again got me to start feeling it.
" Yeah, that's it, feel it baby, feel it."..." That's a cock, a black cock, have you ever felt a black cock that was that big before?"
I don't know if he told me to squeeze on it or not, all I know is that I couldn't believe how big it was, as I tried to wrap my tiny, little finger's all the way around it but I couldn't.
" Oh yeah, ya like that old black cock, don't ya baby?"
" Yes, ya do."
" Nooo, please don't say that."
" I don't know, boy's aren't supposed to like feeling a grown man's cock."
" Why not, you like how it feel's don't ya?"
" Uh...................Uh huh, but."
" But what?"
" I don't know."
" You can stop, if ya want to baby, you don't have to feel it, if ya don't want to."
When I couldn't let go of it and stop, he knew that he had me, and the next thing I knew, he'd pulled it the rest of the way out of his pants and was just sitting there holding onto it, as he looked right at me and whispered, " Kiss it."
" Kiss it."
He didn't say it again, he just reached behind my little head with his other hand and then gently pulled me down to it. I could see it getting closer and closer and the next thing I knew, it was touching my little lips and he was smearing his wet slick pre-cum back and forth across my little mouth.
Even though I tried to scream " No," nothing came out and before I knew it, he'd pulled me back down to it again and the next thing I knew he had me kissing on the end of it again and again, just like he wanted me to do.
" Oh yeah, that's it, kiss it baby, kiss it."..." Kiss that old black cock, like you and I both know that you were born to do."
I don't know how many times he'd gotten me to kiss it, before all at once he started making funny little noises and saying, " That's it, now suck it baby, just open that little mouth of your's and slip it down over the end of it, and I'll do all the movin for ya."..." Oh yeahhhhhhhhhh, that's it, now start suckin on it."
Even though I knew what he was getting me to do to him...eat him, and I could feel it, as it slowly slid down along my tight, little, throat and then down into my belly, I couldn't stop swallowing it and somehow he knew it, as he just kept...feeding it to me, until there wasn't anymore of it left to feed me.
It was like...I had to eat it, after he'd taken it out and shown it to me, and somehow he'd known it, as he just sat there in his old car, holding onto it, and watched me doing it.
I had the weirdest feeling, that I'd be seeing him again, as he went ahead and drove me the rest of the way to my house, probably to find out where I lived and then let me out.
As I was getting out of his old car, he pushed a $5 dollar bill into my little hand and whispered, " See ya," as he watched me get out of the car, close the door and start walking up the sidewalk.
I didn't know what to think, as I stuffed the $5 dollar bill into my jacket pocket, went into the house, ran up to my bedroom and closed the door.
Why had it been so easy for him to get me to do that to him?
Why hadn't I at least said, " No," and tried to turn away from it?
Did I wanna suck on a grown man's cock that day or anyone else's cock, for that matter?
But I'd done it, for whatever the reason, and now I had to lay there across my bed and know that his warm, white cum, was down in my belly.
Wasn't I supposed to feel...Dirty or at least something like that?
Wasn't I supposed to feel ashamed of myself, for what I'd done to him?
Who could I blame?
Was it my fault or was it his fault, it seemed like both of us had wanted it?
3 week's later, he picked me up walking home from the show again, only this time he took me over to his house, once he found out...that I was willing, and once again he got me to...go all the way with it, even though I didn't even really know what I was doing yet.
It was the 3rd time that he'd taken me over to his house, to get me to do it again, that it happened.
He had me laying down on his old king sized bed with him and both of us were naked, yes naked, as he calmly rolled me over onto my stomach and then slowly crawled up on top of me.
" What are you doing?"
" Shhh, I won't hurt ya, I promise."
I could feel his old cock, slowly sliding back and forth, down inbetween my little, butt-cheeks, barely brushing up against my tiny, little asshole, as he laid there on top of me and started to dry fuck me.
Yes, he was dry fucking me and I knew what he was doing to me because I'd heard some of the older boy's at my school talking about how they'ed hold the girl's down on the bed or even on the floor and dry fuck them front or back, at some of the parties.
He wasn't hurting me by doing that to me, so I let him do it and the next thing I knew, my plump, little butt was responding to him and that's just what he wanted, as he slowly reached down inbetween us, took ahold of his long, skinny, black boner and put the end of it up against my tiny, little, star shaped asshole.
" Nooooooooooooooo, what are you doing?"
" Shhh, I told ya that I wouldn't hurt ya, didn't I?"
" Yes, but."
" Just relax, it'll all be over before you even know what happened."
And with that he started pushinggg.
" Nooo, Nooo, Stop, Stop, I don't wanna do that."
The scream that came out of me was unreal, as my tiny, little asshole finally gave-in and opened up for him and the next thing I knew, he'd pushed the swollen end of it up into me.
" Noooooooooo, Nooooooooooo, Take it out, Take it out, It hurtsss."
The more I fought it, the more of it he pushed up into me, until he finally had enough of it up inside of me to fuck me with it and that's when it started.
I couldn't answer him, but I didn't have to anyway, because my plump, little, ass was raising up higher and higher, so that he could get it up into me deeper, telling him that I not only liked it, but that I was getting ready to cum, as he worked his old stiff boner in and out of me, faster and faster.
" No, Nooo, don't cum in me, please don't cum in meee."
But it was to late by then for him to stop now and the next thing I knew, I felt his long, skinny boner jerking up inside of me again, not once, not twice, but three times, Squirt..." Agghhh,"...Squirt..." Agghhh,"...Squirt..." Agghhh."
As soon as he'd had his way with me, he eased it back out of me and went into the bathroom.
I don't know how long he left me laying there, with my little asshole all swollen and still throbbing, as his warm, white cum, slowly oozed back out of me, before he came back out of the bathroom.
Neither of us said a word, as we both got dressed and then he drove me back to my house. This time when he let me out, he pushed a $10 dollar bill into my little hand and whispered, " Ya liked it, didn't ya?"
When I didn't answer him, he said it again only this time he said it different, " Ya liked that old black cock up inside of that plump, little ass of your's, didn't ya baby."
And even I was shocked as I heard the tiny, little whimper that came out of me, and then I whispered, " Uh huh," as I turned and ran up the sidewalk, because I was so embarrassed about what he'd just gotten me to say to him.
For the next 2 year's, the same old black man had his way with my little mouth and my plump, little, ass, whenever he wanted to and he wanted to often, believe me. Sometimes it was as much as 3 or 4 times a week because somehow he'd found out my phone number.
When he'd call, he'd always wait to make sure that it was me that had answered, before he'd whisper into the phone, " Ya wanna feel it up inside of ya again, don't ya baby?" And then he'd calmly wait for my answer and it was always the same, " Uh huh."
" Then sneak out of the house and come on over, I got it out and it's waiting for ya."
" Come on baby, don't keep it waitin, I can't keep it up forever."
Of all the times that he called me like that and coaxed me into coming over for his old black cock again, there was only one time that I couldn't do it and before the night was over, I ended up in the shower, finger fucking myself, with my soapy fingers, just to get rid of the craving that he'd set-up inside of me, just by talking to me about it.
It wasn't until he'd finally moved away, that I could finally break the cycle. The cycle of being fucked by an old man, whenever he wanted to.
And now here I was, almost 4 year's later and another old black man was wanting to have his way with me.
As I went out into the back parking lot and got into my car, I knew that he'd follow me out and he did. Neither of us said a word, as he passed my car, got into his old car and then followed me out of the dark parking lot.
My mind was screaming, " What are you doing," as I kept looking up at the rear view mirror to make sure that I hadn't lost him, as I felt my tiny, little asshole, opening and closing, faster and faster.
It was horny, horny for...the old black cock again, and there was no way that I could deny it now, even if I wanted to.
I drove until I found a dark school yard, parked my car along the street and then walked out into the darkness, hoping that he'd follow me and he did.
By the time he caught up to me, out in the darkness, I was down on my knees, already had my pants down and was just starting to slide my underwear down, when he stopped me.
" Whoa baby, what are ya doing, ya gotta suck it first and then we'll gets to that plump, little, ass of your's."
It had been almost 4 year's now since the old black man, that lived down the block from me, had held his old black cock to my little mouth and coaxed me into sucking on it.
And now, 4 year's later, I had another grown man, another grown black man, moving over in front of me and saying, " Take it out baby, and show it how much ya want it."
There's no other way to describe it, other than shame, as I reached out, took ahold of his zipper and then started to slowly pull it down.
" Oh yeah, that's it, do it baby, do it."
It was like I didn't have any choice and somehow he knew it, as I reached in and slowly pulled his old black cock out and started licking softly on the end of it.
Once again I could smell the faint stale pee on the end of it, from him peeing with it all day and not washing it off, as I slid my tiny, little, pink tongue around and around on the end of it, circling it again and again and again, until the faint smell of pee was finally gone.
" Oh fuck yeah, that's it, lick my dick baby, lick my old black dick."
Lick.....Lick.........Circling...Licking... Caressing it, with my warm, soft tongue.
" Easy baby, easy, don't make me cum, I want that plump, little ass of your's, remember."
" Uh huh."
I don't know how long I licked on the end of his long, swollen boner, 2 minutes, 3 minutes, maybe even 4 minutes, before I couldn't take it anymore and I had to have it. Neither of us said a word, as he watched me let go of it, slowly turn around for him and slide my underwear down.
I was down on my elbow's and knees now and he didn't waste any time at all , as he got down behind me, put the end of his long, skinny boner up against my tiny, little, star shaped asshole, grabbed ahold of my little hips and shoved.
The scream that came out of me, sounded more like that of a little girl, than a little boy, believe it or not. But that didn't stop him, as he kept working the end of his long, skinny boner up into me deeper and deeper, until he finally had enough of it up inside of me to fuck me with it and he did.
All at once he jerked back on my little hip's, drove it all the way up into me, as deep as he could get it and then just held it there, as it erupted and spewed it's warm, white liquid, deep up inside of me, not once, not twice, but three times.
I was so embarrassed when I heard him saying that, because that's the exact same thing, that the old black man that had gotten to me year's earlier use to say to me, every time he felt my tight little asshole and my warm, soft rectum, closing down around his long, skinny boner, again and again, gripping and massaging along it, as it sucked the rest of his warm, white cum, out of his huge, old, nut-sac.
I couldn't help it, it was almost like it had a mind of its own, as it just kept doing that along his long skinny boner, until eventually he couldn't cum anymore.
He kept me down on my elbow's and knee's like that until his old black cock finally went back down again and then slowly slipped back out of me.
As soon as it was back out of me, my tiny, little asshole started pulsating and throbbing, harder than it had ever pulsated or throbbed before. He'd fucked me good and he knew it, as he stood up, put his old cock away, slowly pulled his zipper back up and then calmly walked back over to his car and drove away.
I don't know how long I stayed there, bentover like that, feeling his warm cum, slowly oozing back out of me and running down along the inside of my little thigh's. I wanted to wipe it away with something, but I couldn't. It was almost like I had to let it stay there, just to remind me of what I'd just let him do to me.
Yes, I'd let him do it and I couldn't deny it.
I didn't even take a bath when I finally got home that night. I just fell across my bed, with my tiny, little asshole all swollen and throbbing, as I fell asleep, thinking that that's the way that it was supposed to be.
I don't know how many times I ran into him late at night, when I was horny again and out driving the street's, looking for pussy. Sometime's I'd find some, and sometime's I wouldn't, but it was usually me, that ended up being the pussy. The pussy for another old black man again and letting him push his long, black boner, back and forth, deep up inside of my tiny, little, star shaped asshole until it eventually squirted.
The last time that the same old black man had me down on my hand's and knee's in front of him, and he was fucking me...Dogstyle, on the school yard grass, we got caught. And even though someone was standing there, shining a flashlight on us and watching as his old black cock was going in and out of me, he didn't even stop, he just kept fucking me, even though I was screaming trying to crawl away from him.
" Hey, what's going on here, what are you doing?"..." Oh shit, he's a boy, your fucking a boy, get away from him before I call the police."
The old black man didn't say anything, when he saw the badge that the old Mexican, school night watchman was wearing and decided to get out of there.
" But he wanted it."
" I don't give a shit, just get out of here before I call the police and you have to explain it to them."
The old black man didn't even hesitate, as he eased his old cock back out of me, letting the old Mexican see how big it was, as it hung down in front of him now, as he stood up, put it away, headed for his old car and then drove away.
I didn't know what to do. There I was still down on my hand's and knee's, with nothing on but my Tee-shirt and a black man's warm, white cum, slowly oozing back out of me.
" Get up."
" What are you gonna do?"
" Never mind, just get up and come with me."
As I got up, I reached for my pants and my panties, yes, I was wearing girl's black thong panties by then and as I started to put them back on again he said, " Leave um off, the police are going to wanna see that there's no cum in them, that's it's all up inside of you, where he left it.
The shame that I felt, as he started walking me half naked towards his office, was unreal. Especially since he had his hand on my back, I guess so that I couldn't run away from him and his hand kept slipping down to where his little finger was going down inbetween my plump, little butt-cheeks. It was almost like he was trying to dry fuck me with it, as we slowly walked towards his office. I didn't say anything about it because I figured that I was already in enough trouble and I didn't wanna make him even madder at me.
As soon as we were inside of his tiny, little office, which wasn't much more than a desk and 2 chair's, he reached for his clipboard and started looking for the number to call the police.
" Please don't call the police."
" I have to, you were raped and I have to report it."
I couldn't let him call the police, and I knew that begging him wasn't gonna do me any good, so I did the only thing that I knew how to do, as I slowly knelt down in front of him, reached out and started to slowly pull his zipper down.
Even though he said, " Don't do that," he didn't try and stop me and the next thing I knew, I'd reached in and pulled his old Mexican cock out.
I'd never seen a Mexican's cock before and I was shocked by how big and thick it was, as I started working the soft, loose, foreskin, back and forth over the swollen head and watched as it got wetter and wetter, with his clear, slick pre-cum.
I'm embarrassed to admit, that I could smell the pee that was still on the end of it and before I could even stop myself, I felt myself being drawn to it and the next thing I knew, I was licking softly on the end of it and he was moaning.
All of a sudden he grabbed ahold of my little head, with both of his hand's and pulled me onto it. Parting my warm, soft, lips with the end of it, before pushing it up into my mouth and screaming at me, " Suck it," and I did.
Even though he had almost half of it in my mouth, he still wasn't satisfied with it, he wanted me to...Deep throat it, but I couldn't and he threatened to call the police again.
Once again, I tried to...Deep throat it and as it gagged me, I knew that I had to do something, so I stood-up, turned around and draped myself down over the top of his desk, offering him my plump, little ass and hoping that he'd take it and be happy.
" I ain't never fucked me no boy before and I ain't startin now."..." Get back down here and suck on it, like you were doin to it earlier."
I couldn't deep throat it and I knew it, so I did the only thing that I knew how to do, as I reached back, grabbed ahold of his huge, Mexican cock and guided it to my tiny, little, cum covered asshole and started rubbing the swollen head of it up against me, teasing the end of it with my tiny, little asshole, until he couldn't take it anymore and he grabbed ahold of my little hips and shoved.
" Agghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Agghhhhh, Nooo, Noooooo, Wait, your hurting meee."
He didn't care, he had the end of it up inside of me and he wasn't about to stop now, until he had the rest of it up inside of me.
" It's to big, It's to biggg, Stoppp."
The pain was awful, as the swollen head of it and then the long, thick body of it worked its way up into me deeper and deeper. Stretching me wider than I'd ever been stretched before and for some reason that was exciting me and I didn't know why.
For never fucking a boy before, he had no problem whatsoever, pulling back on my little hip's and working his long, thick, boner in and out of me, almost like he hadn't fucked anybody for over a year and maybe he hadn't.
I don't know how long he fucked me, bent over his desk like that. All I know is that somewhere along the way, my tiny, little asshole went numb and the next thing I knew, I was screaming and begging him to finish me and cum in me.
All at once he started screaming at me in Mexican and even though I couldn't understand what he was saying, I still knew what was happening, as his huge, thick cock started jerking up inside of me, not once, not twice, but three times, spewing its warm, white, liquid up into my warm, tight rectum, where he was going to leave it, when he was through with me.
Before I knew it my eye's had started to cross and the next thing I knew, my plump, little, ass, started bucking and jerking, on his long, thick boner, as my little boner erupted to and left its tiny, little, white puddle, on his desk top.
I don't know how long I laid there draped across the top of his old desk, with my plump, little butt quivering like that, before he stepped back from me and I felt his now simi-hard Mexican cock, slowly easing back out of me.
As soon as he was through with me, and I knew that he wasn't going to call the cops anymore, I grabbed my pants and panties up off of the floor and as I was running out the door to my car, he yelled at me, " PUTA," and I started crying because he was right and now that I'd let an old Mexican fuck me, even I had to admit it.
I never saw the same old black man again, I guess because he was afraid that the old Mexican night watchman had called the police om us or whatever.
But I did see the old Mexican night watchman again almost 3 weeks later, because now that I'd tasted...The Mexican Meat in my mouth and even felt it deep up inside of me, I had to have it again and he knew it, as he watched me come into his little office again, late one night, with nothing on but the tiny, little pair of black thong panties.
I was embarrassed about...Needing it again and somehow he knew it, as he reached down, slowly slid his zipper down, reached in and as he pulled his old Mexican cock out, he said, " Come on baby, I got what ya want."
And from then on I was his " PUTA," for him and all of his older Mexican friend's to use, whenever they wanted and he knew it, as he watched me go down on it and start sucking on it again.