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
I'd just turned 10 year's old, when the older boy that lived next door to us, decided that he wanted me to come over and play with him, at his house.
Yes, that right, play with him, and get me to like him, in more ways than one, before the summer was over.
He didn't wanna play baseball or football or anything else like that with me. He wanted to take me out behind the bushes with him, where he could take out his long skinny boner, show it to me, and get me to play with it.
Shit, I didn't even know anything about sex, yet, so, why'd he pick me?
Was it because I didn't have any friends yet, and somehow he knew it?
Or was it because I was little, young and little, and I was only in the 5th grade, while he was already a 9th grader and much bigger than me?
The first few times that he coaxed me into going out behind the bushes with him, he'd just taken his young cock out and shown it to me. Not even saying a word to me about it, as he just stood there holding it out to me and getting me to...look at it. Yes, look at it and see how really big it was, compared to the size of my young little one.
Yes, I had a small cock, a really small cock, and I still do.
A small cock that was only 3 1/2 inches long, when I was in the 5th grade, and he had his out, and we were comparing them, side by side.
Even today its not even 4 inches long and that's with a boner, a full blown boner. Believe me.
Something that has caused me nothing but shame and embarrassment, whenever anybody's seen it, especially if that somebody's a another young girl.
Even some of the older men that eventually started getting to me later, have laughed at me and even made fun of it. But that's not what they were after anyway, after they'ed pulled my pants and then my tiny, little pair of white cotton underwear down, bent me over, right there in front of them, and then once again, they'ed slowly ease their old stiff boner's up into me and get me to...take it, take it all, before they were finally finished with me.
Yes, that's right, take it, take it all.
Take it up my young tender little ass, and then slowly ride back and forth on it, while they stayed behind me and didn't move.
Yes, that's right, didn't move, as they watched my young, little plump ass, riding back and forth, on their long skinny boner's, again, slow at first, but getting faster and faster, the longer I rode it.
Yes, that's right, rode it.
Rode it, all the way to the end, to where all I could feel, was their pubic hair, grinding up against my tiny little lovehole. my asshole and then they left their nasty, warm white cum up inside of me.
And now since I hadn't said anything or told on Bobby, the first few times that he'd taken his young cock out and shown it to me, he figured that I must...like it. And that's when he started taking ahold of my little hand, pulling it towards him, and then getting me to take ahold of his warm, hard boner and start feeling on it.
Yes, that's right, I'm a boy and another boy, another older boy was getting me to moreorless...feel him up, out there behind the bushes, where nobody could see us.
Or so I thought.
Little did I know, that everytime he took me out behind the bushes with him again, that the older man that lived on the other side of him, was out there behind the old wooden fence and watching everything that we were doing.
Yes, that's right, he was a...dirty old man and he was watching us and everything that we were doing.
I found out later, from him, that he'd been had too...had by the older boy that used to live nextdoor to him, when he was even littler than I was. He wasn't even 9 year's old yet, when the older boy that lived nextdoor to him, held him down and took his tiny, little asshole cherry, while 2 of the other boy's from his school, just stood there and watched him, while he did it.
Oh shit, being had while your a young boy is bad enough, but to be had back there, and to have some other boy's watching you while its happening to you, is really degrading and your never quite the same again, after that, believe me. I know because its happened to me, when the older men have gotten me drunk at their parties, and then had their way with me, right there on their livingroom floor's, with everybody else from the parties watching what they were getting me to do to them, even the women.
Yes, that's right, even the women, because for some strange reason, watching a boy having to do the things to a man, that the men usually make them do, turns them on, and that's their way of getting even with them. Go figure
I knew that it wasn't right, whatever that means, to be a boy and to be holding onto another boy's warm stiff boner, but he wasn't hurting me or making me do it, so, I did it again and again, whenever he wanted me too.
And besides it felt good to hold onto a good sized boner, and not just a little one, like mine was.
Yes, that's right, I've been playing with my little boner, every since I can remember.
I don't know how many times Bobby had gotten me to go out behind the bushes with him, and feel his long ,stiff boner, before he started daring me to bend down and kiss it, while he was standing there and holding it out to me.
" Kiss it."
" Kiss it Billy."
" Nooo, I don't want too, that's nasty."
" No, it isn't, want me to go back in the house and wash it off for you?"
" Well then, kiss it...I dare you."
As soon as he'd said, " I dare you," I was trapped and both of us knew it, as he just stood there holding it out to me and waited for me to...do it.
I don't know how long I stood there looking down at his long, skinny boner and then back up at him, again and again, until I finally kneltdown, right there in front of him, reached out, took ahold of it and then leaned forward until I was close enough to smell it, yes, smell it, closed my eye's and then kissed it. Kissed it right where the tiny, little hole was that was on the end of it, the tiny, little pee hole.
* Kiss *
" Oh fuckkk."
" What's the matter, didn't I do it right?"
" Oh yeah, but I just didn't think that you'ld do it."
" You dared me."
" Yeah, I know...but."
" But what?"
" But I didn't think that you'ld go ahead and do it."..." Have you ever kissed one before, Billy?"
" Nooo, have you?"
" Uh huh."
" Leroy Johnson's."
" Eeew, he's black."..." You kissed a black boy's boner, why?"
" I don't know."..." He just pulled out one day and showed it to me, like I've been showing you mine, and all of a sudden I had this horrible urge to get down and suck on it, so I did."
" Eeew."..." You...you gave him a blowjob?"
" Uh huh."
" Did he...did he...cum in your mouth?"
" Uh huh."
" Yes Billy, I...swallowed it."
" Oh fuck, Oh fuck Bobby."
" Your not gonna tell anybody, are ya Billy?"
" No, but...but is that all that he got ya to do with him?"
" No Billy, after he'd gotten me to suck on it, so many times that I started needing to suck on it, and he knew it, Leroy and two of his older friend's started holding me down and fucking me up my little ass, until I started needing that too."
" Oh Bobby, I'm sorry."
" Why, I'm the one that keeps going back for it."
" They're still doing you?"
" Uh huh."
" Oh shittt."
" Please don't tell anybody, I can't help it."..." I have to let then do it now, and all 3 of them know it."
" The...cock, Billy."..." The feel of a warm hard cock, as its slowly moving back and forth, way up inside of you."..." That's why."
" Oh fuckkk."..." Oh fuck, your weird Bobby, your weird."
" No, I'm not, please don't say that, and besides, didn't you just kiss the end of my boner?"
" Well, yeah, but that's different."
" Is it, in what way?"
" I...I don't know, it just is."
" You must of wanted to do it Billy, otherwise you wouldn't have gotten down in front of me and done it."
" BOBBY, you dared me."
" So, I had to do it."
" Oh really?"..." So, if I pull my pants and my underwear down and then dare you to lick on my little asshole, you'll do it?"..." Just because I...dared you?"
Once again I was trapped and both of us knew it, as Bobby undid his pants the rest of the way, and then slipped them down along with his underwear and then turned around, right there in front of me.
" Spread my cheeks."..." Spread my cheeks and lick on my little asshole."..." I dare ya, Billy."
" Come on Billy, I dare ya to do it."..." I won't tell anyone, I promise."
I don't know how long I'd been kneeling there, looking at Bobby's young, firm little butt, that he'd placed there, right there in front of me.
It was almost like it wasn't even me, as I watched my little hands reach out, take ahold of his young, firm butt-cheeks and then pull them apart, slowly.
" Oh yeah, come on Billy, do it."
I couldn't believe it.
I couldn't believe that another boy, another older boy, had me kneeling down behind him, holding his little butt-cheeks apart and looking at his tiny, little asshole. His tiny, little asshole that was nestled way back up inbetween them.
Yes, that's right, nestled way back inbetween them, almost like it was trying to hide from whatever it was, that was coming after it.
Yes, that's right, coming after it to abuse it or like in my case...to make love to it, as I leaned forward and my tiny, little pink tongue slid slowly out of my little mouth and started licking on it, again and again and again, softly.
I was shocked because it barely had any smell to it, whatsoever, and what little smell it did have on it, wasn't enough to push me away from it. In fact if anything it was drawing me to it and making me wanna lick on and taste it, even more.
I don't know how long I'd been kneeling down behind him, licking on his tiny, little asshole like that, 2 minutes, 3 minutes, maybe even 4 minutes, when all of a sudden I had a huge urge to plunge my little tongue up into him, so I did.
I don't know how long I stayed down there and...French-Kissed, his tiny, little asshole, I guess that it really doesn't matter now, does it.
All I know is that when it was finally over, and he'd slowly turned back around and faced me, his boner was gone and his now limp cock was just hanging there, with some of its warm, white cum, still dripping down out of the end of it.
And when Bobby saw that I couldn't stop looking at it, he reached down under it, took ahold of it, raised it up, moved it over to my little mouth and said, " Open," and I did.
I don't even know how to describe the feelings that I was going through, as I knelt there in front of him, with his now limp cock, in my little mouth and the warm, white cum that was still up inside of it, oozing out onto my little pink tongue, slowly.
When I finally realized what he'd just gotten me to do to him, eat him, I jerked my little head back and then I had to turn my little face the side.
Yes, that's right, turn it to the side, because I was so embarrassed.
Yes, so embarrassed about what he'd just gotten me to do to him. Kiss his boner, and then lick on his tiny little asshole, even going so far as to French-Kiss it and then swallow his cum, what little there was left of it.
Bobby, didn't say anything, probably because he was remembering about how embarrassed he was, the very first time that the black boy, Leroy, got him to do some of the same things to him.
I was still kneeling down on the ground, to embarrassed or to afraid to look up at him, as Bobby slowly pulled his pants and his underwear back up, walked away and left me there.
For the next 3 or 4 weeks, everytime I saw Bobby at school, I turned and went the other way or just hid around the corner, until he was gone.
But then it happened, he caught me, and took me out behind the old BackBoard with him, where nobody else could see us. And then shocked me, by undoing his pants, turning around and then pulling them down along with his underwear, and then said in the calmest of voice'es , " I want ya to lick on it again Billy, and don't try and tell me that ya didn't like it, because we both know better."..." Don't we Billy?"
Why didn't I just tell him, " No," and then run away from him?
Why couldn't I stop looking at his firm, tight little butt, as I kneltdown behind him, and then watched, as he slowly reached back, pulled his firm little butt-cheeks apart for me, and let me...see it again.?
Yes, that's right, see it again."..." Look at his tiny little asshole, as it waited for me to come up and lick on it again, while it was nestled up inbetween his firm little butt-cheeks."
" Hurry Billy, lunch is almost most over."
How did he know?
How did he know, that all he had to do, was to pull his pants and underwear back down and get me to look at it again, and that I'd have...a need, a need to lick on it again, when even I didn't even know about my own little...need's, yet?
The embarrassment that I felt, when I heard the tiny little whisper that came out of me, the tiny little whisper when I said, " Wider, wider, pull um apart wider Bobby, I can't reach it," was unreal.
And not wanting me to change my mind, Bobby didn't even hesitate, as he pulled them apart wider for me, and then let out the strangest little moan, as soon as he felt my tiny, little pink tongue, starting to lick on it again, softly.
I don't know how long he'd had me back there behind him, licking on his tiny, little asshole, like that. 2 minutes, 3 minutes, maybe even 4 minutes, when all at once I slipped my tiny, little pink tongue up into it, and started French-Kissing it again, as I reached around, took ahold of his long skinny boner and started jacking on it.
Yes, that's right, I was giving him a...Reach Around, something that I'd heard my step uncle and his friend's talking about, while they were playing poker and talking about the...good old times.
I knew that he he was cuming, he didn't really have to tell me. I knew because everytime that he squirted again, his tiny little asshole, his tiny little asshole, that the older black boy, Leroy, and his two friend's were still fucking, would clamp down around my tiny, little tongue again, and then start squeezing on it again and again, until the next warm, white squirt eventually came out.
And once again, when he was finally finished cuming, Bobby slowly turned around, reached down, raised his now limp cock, that was still dripping some of its warm, white cum down out of the end of it, up to my little mouth, and said, " Open," and I did.
Even though I couldn't feel it, because there wasn't all that much of it, I still knew that his now limp cock was still oozing what was left of his warm, white cum, down onto my tiny, little pink tongue.
" Ooh"..."Ooh"..." Oh fuckkk Billy, your something else."
What did he mean by that?
Wasn't he the one, the one that had started me doing it, in the first place?
Just hearing him saying it like that, made me feel like some kind of a...freak, yes, some kind of a freak, just for...liking it. And believe it or not, I couldn't ever do it with him again and that's when he got mad me and told the older boy, the older black boy, Leroy, all about me.
Yes, that's right, all about me. Even the part about how much I liked too or yes, maybe even...needed too by now, French-Kiss a boy's ass, and yes, even...eat him out, once I'd get used to the taste of him.
Leroy and his 2 friend's, Tommy and Johnny, didn't waste any time, in coming after me, once my ex-friend, Bobby had told them all about me, and just how much, that I liked to...do it, yes, do it, with another boy.
Yes, that's right, because of my ex-friend Bobby, and his big mouth, I was starting to get a reputation all around the school yard. A reputation that not too many boy's of the boy's that I've ever met, wanna have. Because now they were calling me their..." Little Sissy Boy," and even writing and drawing picture's about all of the things that I like to do, up on the dirty wall's, in the boy's bathroom.
Words and picture's that the old black janitor would never clean or erase, even though he always cleaned and erased all of the other's off of the wall's. I think that he wanted me too, but he was just to afraid to ask me. To afraid to ask me, if I really liked to do things like that.
I don't know if I could've gotten down behind a man, a full grown black man, French-Kissed his ass and then...eaten him out, when I was only in the 5th grade. But I do know that year's later when I found out that the old black janitor, that I thought had been wanting me, was hung like a horse, that I was sorry that he hadn't come after me, like Leroy and his 2 friend's had.
Would I have let him fuck me, with his huge long thick boner, or at least...try?
I don't honestly know, but I do know that Bobby proved that I was willing, willing to try almost anything, so I probably would have at least gotten down on my elbows and knees and let him try.
I hated Bobby, more than he'll ever know. But what good does that do me, because he's moved away and now he's...moved-on.
Yes, that's right, he's moved-on and I'm still here, stuck in the past and doing all of the things that he taught me how to do. And I can't get away from the...need to do them again, and I've tried. Believe me.
Yes, that's right, I've tried French-Kissing a pretty girl's young, tender tight little ass and even going so far, as eating them out, but it just wasn't the same.
It just wasn't the same because they weren't really making me do it. Yes, making me do it, like I can always pretend that the older boy's and yes, even the older men, are making me do.
Yes, that's right, I have a need, a need to be...dominated and moreorless forced into doing it, even though it's usually my idea to do it in the first place.
And it's all because I still carry it, still carry the guilt....The Guilt Of Liking it.