I am a firm believer, that we have no more choice, as to what we are drawn to sexually, than we have over what our taste buds like, when we sit down at the table.
This is a story about an old whiteman, that coaxes a young boy into going down on him. So, If that bothers you, please go read another story because I can't change what happened.

Here it is.......

I was 12 years old and hitchhiking one day when a car pulled up and an old man [ 65-75 ] told me to get in. He looked like one of my school teachers, so I felt safe, whatever that means. He did have a girly magazine laying across his lap and I did think that that was a little weird but I just figured that it had been laying on the seat and he had just moved it out of the way, so I could sit down.

He started asking what school I went to and asked if I lived around there and if I had a girl friend yet and if I did, had I played with her yet.

I'm embarrassed, to admit that my little boner was getting hard inside of my pants because the whole time he was talking to me, I had been looking at the pictures on the page, that the book was opened up too.

I don't know if I noticed it first or he did, as he reached over and touched it, with his old hand. It felt strange, having someone else touching it.

When he saw that I wasn't mad at him for touching it, he slid the nagazine off of his lap, exposing his to me because he had his pants open and didn't have any underwear on.

It wasn't hard and it was nestled ontop of his huge ball sac, all of it covered with his grey and even white pubic hair. I couldn't believe how big they were, probably because he hadn't squirted in a long, long time.

I don't know if it was from him playing with my little boner thru my pants or because he was exposing himself to me, that his breathing changed. All I know is that I could hear it now and hear him letting out a little whimper, every now and then.

He pulled the car over, next to a huge open field, where there weren't any houses anywhere close and started fumbling with the buttons on my pants. I knew he wanted to see it, so I reached down and undid my belt and buttons and opened my pants up. Letting him reach into my underwear and pull my little boner out.

Even though is was only 3 1/2 inches long [ It's only 4 inches long now and that's fully hard ] he let out a long low moan, as soon as he had it out and could see it.

As soon as he had it out, he started working it up and down, pumping it, moaning the whole time that he was doing it.

The next thing I knew, he was bending down and slipping his warm mouth down over the little head on the end of it. Even I let out a little moan, when I felt his warm soft lips closing down around it and he started to suck on it, giving me the strangest feeling inside.

I kept looking all arond the car, making sure that no one was coming, not believing that he was willing to do that to me right there, in the middle of the day. And that's when it happened.

While he was sucking on mine, he took my hand and pulled it over inbetween his legs, holding it on his old cock, that still wasn't hard yet.

I could feel the warmth of it and I'm embarrassed to admit, that I started playing with it, with my little fingers, while he kept sucking on mine, harder and harder.

All at once I felt my little cock starting to twitch and jerk and felt my boy cum, moving up inside of it and squirting out of the little peehole and into his warm sucking mouth, making him moan real loud, as I listened to him eating it. I could feel his fingers squeezing on my little balls, milking them, trying to get more out of them but I was only 12 and I couldn't cum anymore. So he finally gave up and raised up off of it.

When he looked down and saw that my little hand, was still on his warm dick, he reached behind my head and gently pulled me down to it.

As soon as he had me close to it, I could smell the faint pee on it and I didn't want to do it. But the next thing I knew, he had taken ahold of it and slipped the limp end of it into my mouth and whispered at me to, " Suck on it."

I could smell the pee on it before and now I could smell it and taste it and I didn't want to do it but I couldn't get over how soft and smooth the skin felt on it and the next thing I knew, I was moving my tongue around on the end of it, feeling it, with my little tongue.

It was soft and rubbery and when I started getting used to the smell and taste of pee on it, it was all gone. I had felt it so much, with my little tongue.

He was whimpering and begging me to suck on it and the next thing i knew, I had given-in and he let out a low moan and said, " OH YEAH " as he felt my lips and warm mouth, closing down around it.

He started pushing it up at me, even though it wasn't hard yet. And the more he pushed, the harder I sucked on it and the next thing I knew, I could feel his big hand on the back of my head and hestarted saying, " NOOO, NOOO, OH NOOOOO " and I felt the warm liquid, starting to flow out of the end of it. I tried to pull away from it but he held me down on it, as it slowly filled my mouth, stretching my cheeks, forcing me to swallow. Only to be filled again and again, not with his cum but with his pale yellow pee. His pale yellow warm salty pee.

He kept saying, " I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY " over and over but he wouldn't let me up off of it and just kept peeing in my mouth, holding me there,making me swallow it.

I was so embarrassed, when he finally let me up off of it, that I opened my car door and started to get out. As I was getting out, he was still saying that he was " Sorry " and then he promised me that the next time, that it would be different. I got out and ran all the way home.

The whole time I was running, I kept wondering what he had meant about the next time, it would be different. Little did I know, that about a month later, he would pick me up hitchhiking again and show me.
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