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 a boy that goes out to collect for his paper route and ends up getting paid with something other than money, by a little old man. So, if that bothers you, please go read another story.
I had had the paper route for almost 2 years and I really enjoyed collecting time because I got to meet some of the people and sometimes it would be a pretty girl answering the door.
I had collected from this house about 6 times and I knew that there was an old man living there. A very old man living there alone.
When he invited me in, I thought it was to go get me the money, then he came back and told me that he didn't have it and offered me a picture, instead.
When I turned it over, I almost peed in my pants because it was a picture alright, a dirty picture, one of a woman sucking a man's boner.
Back in those days, all we had were those little type written stories, that we carried in our wallets and showed to each other, in the boys bathroom at school. So my having a picture [ a real picture ] of someone doing it, made the picture seem like gold to me and I took it.
The next month, it happened again. And the following and so on, until he didn't have anymore pictures and that's when he offered to suck on my little boner. And I almost freaked out, not believing that he would do a thing like that, and not knowing how to answer him. And I told him that I would come back the next week to collect for the paper and he said, " ok." I meant for the money but he thought that I meant something else and shocked me, when I came back the next week and he kneltdown in front of me to do it. Right there in his kitchen.
I was scared shitless and didn't know how to stop him, as he reached out and started undoing my pants and slid them down, along with my underwear.
I'm embarrassed, to admitt, that I did have a boner, a little one [ 3 ] inches long back then. And it's still only 4 inches long today and that's fully hard. And has given me all kinds of embarrassment, over the years.
But it was a boner and when he saw it, he reached out and took ahold of it and slipped his mouth over the end and I almost peed, his mouth felt so weird on it. Then I felt his tongue on it and I really lost it and told his that he better stop but it was like he couldn't hear me, or he was in his own little world, as he started moving his head and mouth back and forth on it.
I had been playing with it and jacking it off, for almost a year, so I knew what was going to happen, if he didn't stop sucking on it but he wouldn't. It was like he had [ lost it ] and the only thing important to him at that moment in time, was to make it squirt or so it seemed to me.
He pulled back from it and pushed it up, to where it was flat, against my belly and then he leaned forward again and started licking on my little balls and I lost it and before I could tell him that he better stop, " IT SQUIRTED, " pushing its 3 or 4 drops of boy cum up into the air and he whimpered, as they fell to the floor.
I had the strangest feeling as he licked what was remaining from around my little hole, my little peehole and as I watched him, I felt the need to " PEE " really bad and tried to stop him but I think that that's what he wanted me to do " Pee." Because before I could stop him and tell him, he had slipped his mouth back over the little head and was sucking on it gently, coaxing it, coaxing it to pee and I did. I peed right in his mouth and watched as he was swallowing it and had the strangest feeling go through me. I don't know what it was, all I know is that it felt good, in a strange kind of way.
I don't know where the little old man is today, I hope he's alright. What I do know, is that after that day, while he was on my route, he never had to pay for his paper again. Not with money anyway.