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Introduction:

I do not write romance novels. I write dirty little fuck stories, like we used to pass around in our wallets. So, If you want to read a novel, please go elsewhere. Signed THE MANAGEMENT
The shame that I felt as once again I snuck out of my bedroom window at night, was unreal. It wasn't coming from the fact that I was sneaking out, the shame was coming from the fact that I was sneaking out and going down to the old man's house on the corner again, the old 70 year old man who had taught me what " Our little secret " meant, when he had had his way with me.

If I were a girl, I guess that it would have been alright. But I wasn't a girl, I was an 11 almost 12 year old boy, the first time that he did me.

This wasn't the first time that I had snuck down there in the middle of the night, it was about the 6th or 7th time. So, when I quietly knocked on his door, he already knew who it was and just said, " Come on in " and as I pushed the door open he said, " I had a feeling it was you " and I felt my face getting hot and turned away from him because I was embarrassed and knew that I was blushing.

He tried not to make me feel bad about liking it [ The cock ] pushed up my ass as much as I did. But everytime I went over there, I was really embarrassed and he knew it. So, there was very little talk about it. He'd just do it, pull his dick out of me, get me a wad of toilet paper and tell me to wipe the vaseline off of my little asshole before I got dressed and went back home.

It was always the same, as he would look right at me and whisper, " Bedroom or Bathroom," giving me a choice, since I had [ Taken it and even sucked on it too] in both. Laying on my stomach with my little legs spread on his kingsized bed or straddling him as he sat on the white toilet naked in the bathroom.

When he heard me whisper, " Bathroom, I want it in the bathroom" he smiled, got up and headed towards it saying, " Give me 5 minutes and then come in,ok?"

Even I knew why he needed the extra 5 minutes. He was 70 years old and his old wrinkled cock needed to be played with, before it would get hard. I know this because one time I couldn't wait the 5 minutes because I was to horny and I walked in on him, while he was sitting on the toilet, trying to get it up. He was so embarrassed that I never did it again.

When I got to the bathroom, he had the door closed and when I slowly pushed it open, he was sitting on the white toilet naked, with his skinny boner in his hand. Working it up and down slowly, as he sat there and watched me come in.

Just seeing him sitting on the white toilet, with his skinny boner in his hand made my little asshole squeeze and draw-up, like it already knew what was about to happen to it. Just like it had already happened to it so many times before. The little vaseline jar was already on the floor next to him, as he sat there waiting for me to come in and put in on. He'd wait for me to put it on it because sometimes he could coax me into licking or even sucking on his old cock first and if it was already covered with vaseline, he knew that I wouldn't do it.

As I closed the door and started towards him, he opened his legs up, spreading them for me so I could see and get at it better. Even though I couldn't see them, I knew that his hairy ball sac was hanging down below it, down inside the white toilet bowl. And that his balls would probably be full now because he hadn't had his way with me, for over a month now.

As I started to undress, I turned away from him. Mostly because I never knew if my little boner was going to be sticking out or not and I didn't want him to see it doing that, I don't know why.

He didn't really care about my little boner, it was my little ass that he wanted. Even though sometimes he would play and suck on me but I think that that was just to get me hornier, even though I was already horny, he always wanted to make sure.

This time when I turned back around naked my little boner was sticking straight out and he whispered, " Come mere, let me play with it."

I covered it and started walking towards him, I was so embarrassed about how it was sticking out like that and I kept trying to hide it.

Everytime he saw me naked, he would let out a little moan or whimper. Another thing that I never understood about him but was afraid to ask, so I never did.

I liked it in the bathroom because I could turn off the light and still see him sitting there, with just the nite-light shining next to him.

I hate to admit it but once the light went off, it was almost like I became someone else in there with him and not me. I'm not trying to make excuses and say that it wasn't me in there because it was but something inside of me would change and make what we were doing alright. I don't know why.

I was definitely not me when I'd be in there with him or at least that's how my mind saw it. It was more like I was a third person looking at what was going on in there but not only watching it but feeling it too.

Like I said, this was the 6th or 7th time that I had snuck out of my bedroom window at night and gone over there but I wasn't ready for what happened next. Not even.

As I got closer to him he reached down and picked up a little bag off of the floor, reached in and pulled something yellow out. Then he looked right at me and said, " Here I bought you something, put these on."

I can't even describe the embarrassment or shame I felt, when I saw that he was holding a pair of little girl panties in his hand and wanting me to put them on.

" Nooo."

" Yes, I said put them on."

" Nooo, please don't make me do that, I don't want too."

" You'll put them on or you'll go home and we won't do anything."

" No, no, please don't, I can't."

" Do it, do it now or go home."

My whole mind was screaming and telling me to run. Being horny and wanting to feel it again had totally left my mind and now I was standing there naked and ashamed because of what my strange urges had once again gotten me into.

I honestly don't even remember getting dressed. All I know is that one minute I was telling him no and starting to cry and the next thing I knew, I was running out his door and he was yelling, " You'll be back." And I wanted to scream, " No, No I won't " but I couldn't. I didn't understand until later, why.

It was almost 3 weeks later, when I finally found out why. Because there I was again in the middle of the night, knocking on his front door. He finally opened the door, with the pair of pale yellow girl's panties in his hand. The embarrassment was awful as he watched me reach out and take them, leaving him standing in the doorway, as I went into the bedroom, to put them on for him. I knew that if I didn't put them on like he wanted me to, that he'd send me home again without doing anything to me.

I can't even describe how I felt, as I slowly took my clothes off, picked the panties up off of his bed and started to slowly pull them on. They were tight and felt real snug or whatever and they had little tiny bows on the outside of each leg hole. Other than the fact that I felt totally embarrassed in them, I do have to admit, that I liked the feel of them, as the clutched and slid along my skin. Caressing my little dick and balls and little ass just like a velvet glove would.

I don't know how long it took me to get up the courage, to come out of the bedroom and let him see me wearing them.

All I know is that as I slowly opened the bathroom door, I slid my hand inside and switched the light off.

Just as he was saying, " What are you doing?" I stepped inside and closed the door behind me just as he let out the longest moan that I had ever heard come out of him. It was like he was in pain or something, when he saw that I was wearing the pale yellow panties that he had bought for me. I was glad that the light was off because my face was getting hotter and hotter. Hotter than it had ever been before and it wasn't stopping.

Just as I was going to run out of the bathroom because I was so embarrassed, he grabbed ahold of my arm and pulled me to him. Holding onto me with one hand, as he reached out with the other hand and started caressing my little dick and balls thru the panties. Making the strangest sounds and every now and then, he would squeeze and pull on them gently. Making me moan too.

Just when he felt me starting to get a little boner, he turned me around and started rubbing my little ass, as he slowly peeled them down, like someone slowly peeling a banana. Exposing the little treasure inside, so he could eat it.

As soon as he had my little butt uncovered , he gently bent me over in front of him, spread my little cheeks, so he could get at my little star shaped asshole.

He had slid the panties down somewhere between my little butt and my knees and he was getting mad at me because he couldn't spread my little legs, as much as he wanted too.

All at once I felt his warm soft tongue licking on my little asshole and I lost it and started begging him to do me back there.

" Oh I'll do you back there alright but first you gotta turn around and suck on it and then put the vaseline it or it will hurt you, really hurt you, remember?"

Just hearing him say that brought a little whimper out of me because I did remember the one time that he had tried to do me with just the wet on it, the wet from me licking and sucking on it and his precum. But the wet went away and eventually he was doing me dry and made me raw inside and all around the outside of my little asshole. Everytime I went to the bathroom back there it hurt me, really hurt me for the next 2 weeks. Reminding me everytime of what I had let him do to me in his bathroom.

When I turned around, his boner had gone away and his limp cock was hanging down inside of the white toilet bowl, along with his hairy ball sac.

I watched as he spread his legs and then said, " Suck it, get it up for me."

I had the strangest feeling inside as I kneltdown inbetween his legs, slid my little hand down under it, took ahold of it and pulled it up out of the white bowl. Even I was excited by now, as I bent down and started licking and kissing on it, coaxing it to harden and it did, really did. I had been kissing and licking on it for a full five minutes when it happened.

All at once he moaned and screamed, " NOOOOOOOOOOO, NOOOOOOOOOOO " but it happened anyway. As his cock started jerking and his white man cum erupted out of the end of it again and again and again. Squirting on me, on the floor and even dropping down into the toilet.


I knew that it was already to late for him but I grabbed ahold of it anyway and started working it up and down faster and faster, squeezing on it every now and then, milking it as he sat on the white toilet watching me. He had his mouth wide open and the strangest look of pain on his face, as he mumbled words that I didn't understand, over and over, until it was all over.

It wasn't until he was whimpering and saying, " Suck on it, Suck on it, Oh please suck on it," that I finally understood what he wanted.

I didn't want to do it but I knew that it was all over and I had to get something, so I bent down and slipped my open mouth down over the end of it, sucking on it,pulling it up into my warm mouth and holding it there, as his warm boner went back down. Almost crying, as it left the last of his white cum on my tongue and I felt my boy cum oozing out of the end of my little dick and dropping down into the yellow panties, as he begged me to [ Eat it ] and I did.

" Agghhhhhhh." " Oh shit yesss, you like that too, don't you baby?"

I was so embarrassed, that he had gotten me to [ Eat it ] that I had to get out of there, as fast as I could.

I didn't want him to talk to me and I couldn't talk to him, so I just ran out of the bathroom. Pulled the pale yellow panties the rest of the way down and off, got dressed and ran all the way home.

Everytime I went by his house after that and he was sitting out on his porch, he would say, " I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to happen that way." I knew that he was telling me the truth but it took the longest time before I could get over it and once again find myself knocking on his front door, in the middle of the night. Knowing that everytime after the first time, that he was going to want me to put the panties on again and I would, just so he would do me again.
5 comments

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2009-06-13 00:21:43
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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2008-06-25 18:43:11
I always! always! love your stories!

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2008-03-14 14:29:05
as always great story

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2007-02-05 23:43:10
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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2006-06-14 14:49:35
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. Peace...Milker

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