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Introduction:

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 2 weeks later and the last part of the story, about the old man, that gets a young boy to play with him. So, if that bothers you, please go read another story. Because I can't change it

The next weekend, when I went back to the same move theater, nothing happened. But the following weekend it happened again,......only this time......he got me to go farther.

I had gone up to the boys bathroom to pee again and once again, my being to embarrassed, to stand at the urnials and pee, caused me to go over to one of the stall doors and push........and there he was again......the same little old man ......that had gotten me to play with him and even bend down and kiss the end of it, 2 weeks ago.

Once again, I saw that he had his boner in his hand and once again, I couldn't stop looking at it, I don't know why.

How long I had been standing there, I don't know either.......but all of a sudden I heard him whispering,......." Wanna kiss it again? ".........and I couldn't answer him.......I was to embarrassed.......because......I did...

It was like he already knew it......as he whispered, " Come on in and close the door baby, I'll let you do it." And I couldn't believe it, ....as I stepped the rest of the way into the stall.....and closed the door behind me.

The shiny liquid...[ his precum ] was already leaking out of the little hole in the end of it....his little peehole.

I had the strangest feeling inside, as I stood there and watched it........ooze out of the little hole in the end.............and run down slowly........ along the big head ......and down .......onto his boner.

I don't even remember him telling me to do it,........all I know is that......one minute I was looking down at it and the next thing I knew..........I was licking on the swollen head.......and once again.......I was tasting his sweet precum ...........and his........salty pee.

He let out a low moan and the next thing I heard, was him whispering and saying......" Suck it " and I slipped my mouth down over the end of it, as he sat on the white toilet, holding it and watching me do it.

To this day, I don't know why.......it was so easy......for him to get me to suck on it. All I know is that he wasn't hurting me.......... and he wasn't......Making me do it.........He was getting me to do it.......just by sitting there and showing " IT " to me.

Since he was still working it slowly, with his hand.......my mouth didn't go down on it very far......in fact I just had the head of it in my mouth and alittle bit more.

One minute he was whimpering and whispering,.......... " Suck it ".......and the next thing I knew, he was whispering,........" Stop " ..........someone just came into the bathroom ........and I almost peed.........As I raised up off of it and didn't even breathe.......So afraid.....of getting caught.

I could hear someone over at the urinals peeing and I was afraid that they would turn around and see the extra pair of feet under the stall wall and call the manager.

Whoever it was, I don't know if it was a boy or a man............finished peeing and left......and I was glad. But I was also to afraid to suck on it anymore......and that made the old man mad.

The next thing I knew, he was begging me..........not to leave him like this. ............ Talking about " BLUE BALLS " and how much they were going to hurt................ I didn't understand about " BLUE BALLS " until 3 or 4 years later.......when a little girl from my school......left ME with them, in the movie theater. That was a feeing that I " NEVER " wanted to feel again.....but I did....as different girls ........came into and left my life.

He still had his boner and he still had his hand around it, working it up and down ever so slightly, as he was begging me to do it.

I don't know what happened....I think it was from seeing his precum oozing out of it again, that I lost it.............and bent back down over it......making him moan.......before I even had it back in my mouth again.............." Tasting his sweet precum, tasting his salty pee ".......and that's when he heard a little moan come out of me...........and once again he knew...........that he had me.......and that there was no way......that I could deny it.

His little moans were getting louder and louder and all at once........he got real quiet ...........and then let out a long.......low..........moan..........holding me down on it, ..........as it squirted..........Once........" Aggghhhhhhhh "...................Twice.........." Agghhhhhhhhh "...........Three Times............ " Agghhhhhhhhhhhh " ......... And the only sounds coming from the bathroom, ...........were the little................gulp....................gulp..................gulping sounds..........that I was making, ......as he sat on the white toilet..........getting me..............to................" Eat It."
12 comments

Anonymous readerReport

2014-04-11 10:02:27
I was 14 when my teacher got me to suck his cock and swallow his cum i loved it i sucked him off three more times in the following week. He then took me to his home and led me to his bed and fucked me with his 10 ins cock till he came inside me.

anonymous readerReport

2012-11-04 23:19:56
I was started very young too--3 grade. I am female and always liked it. Love m2m sex too and black men on white boys, several men gang banging a sexy flat chested little girl. All hot.

anonymous readerReport

2012-11-04 23:19:38
I was started very young too--3 grade. I am female and always liked it. Love m2m sex too and black men on white boys, several men gang banging a sexy flat chested little girl. All hot.

anonymous readerReport

2012-01-31 07:37:11
was sucking a guy at a adult movie theather, when two guys came over and i end up sucking them also.after they also made me drink all of their pee. went home with alot of pee in me. never went back

anonymous readerReport

2011-02-12 05:08:02
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

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