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
I'm not a writer, I just try and write dirty little fuck stories. If you want to read a love story, please go read another writer's stories. PEACE...MILKER
One night I was traveling across country, on an Old Cross Country Bus and I had fallen asleep. Since I was way in the back of the bus, in the back row, I felt safe, whatever that means and thought nobody would bother me. Or at least that's what I thought, when I went back there. I didn't know that older men, searched out younger girl's and even younger boy's, that had runaway from home and [ HAD THEIR WAY WITH THEM ]. Had their way with them in the back seats of the Bus, because they knew that the girl or boy couldn't or wouldn't tell on them. Wouldn't tell on them because they didn't want to get caught and have to go back home.
I was sleeping pretty sound or at least I guess I was, when all of a sudden, I had a weird feeling inside. A weird strange feeling, like someone was watching me. As I barely opened my eyes, I saw that there was an older, much older man sitting in the seat next to me and that he had his cock out and was playing with it. I didn't know what to do, so I just kept pretending that I was still asleep and hoped that he would finish doing whatever he was doing and then just go away soon. He not only didn't go away, like I was hoping he would do, he did something that shocked me even more, as he reached over, took ahold of my hand, gently pulled it over to his warm cock and started moving it up and down on it. I wanted to jerk my hand back but I couldn't do that because if I did, he'd know that I was awake and that I had been peeking over at him, while he was playing with [ IT ]. So, I just let him move my hand up and down on it, [ JACKING IT ] right there in the back seats of the Old Cross Country Bus.
I don't know what happened. One minute he was making me do it and the next thing I knew, I was the one that was working my hand up and down on it and he was just sitting there watching me and letting out little moans, every now and then.
My mind was screaming at me, screaming, " WHAT ARE YOU DOING " but I couldn't stop and somehow he knew it, as he just sat there and kept watching me. All at once he grabbed ahold of it and while still holding onto it, looked right at me and whispered, " KISS IT. "
" Why not, your playing with it aren't you?"
" Yes, but that's different."
" No, it isn't." " If you'll play with it, that means that you've played with one before and maybe even sucked on one." " Are you telling me that you've never [ SUCKED ON A COCK ] before?"
When I couldn't answer him, he knew. He knew that I had sucked on one before and maybe even more. I was totally lost, as he let go of his swollen cock, leaving it pointing straight-up in the air, out of his unzipped pants and whispered, " DO IT." " COME ON DO IT, NOBODY'S WATCHING."
I can't even describe the shame that I felt, as he watched me bending down to it, taking ahold of it, and slipping my warm, open mouth, down over the end of it. It wasn't until he felt my warm, soft, lips closing down around it, that he grabbed ahold of my head and said, " YEAH THAT'S IT, I KNEW IT." " COME ON BABY, SUCK IT." I don't remember slipping my hand into his open pants, while I was sucking on it but I must have because one minute I was sucking on it and the next minute he was moaning and saying, " OH YEAH, SQUEEZE UM BABY, SQUEEZE UM." I don't know how long I had been sucking on his warm cock before I started feeling his warm ball sac, with my little fingers. It was almost like I was weighing them, feeling how full they were, as he watched my head bobbing up and down, faster and faster, on his warm, stiff boner.
" OH SHIT YESSS, THAT'S IT, SUCK IT BABY, SUCK THAT DICK." " YOU LIKE THAT DICK, DON'T YA BABY?"
I was so afraid that someone on the bus was going to hear him or hear the little sucking and slurping sounds that I was making on it now because it was so wet and slippery, as he moved it in and out of my mouth, faster and faster.
I could feel my own boner straining against my pants, trying to get out, so [ IT ] could get sucked on to. Just as I was reaching down and starting to undo my pants, he stopped moving, let out a long, low, moan and that's when I felt it, as his swollen cock started jerking and then squirting, into my warm sucking mouth. Once..." AGGHHHH," Gulp...Gulp, Twice..." AGGHHHHH," Gulp...Gulp and just as he was squirting the third time, the bathroom door, at the back of the bus opened and someone stepped out and said, " OH SHIT." I tried to pull up off of it but he wouldn't let me and that's when it squirted again, " AGGHHHH " and he held me down on [ IT ] and [ MADE ME EAT IT ] as whoever it was that came out of the bathroom, stood there and watched him. Gulp...Gulp.
When he finally finished spewing his warm cum up into my mouth and let go of my head, I thought that it was all over. But as I raised up off of his swollen cock, I saw the other old man that had come out of the bathroom, sitting across the aisle now and watching, watching what was going on. He wasn't just sitting there watching, he was sitting there watching with his cock out and he was playing with it. As I got up and tried to go into the bathroom to wash my mouth off, he grabbed ahold of my arm and said, " No boy, your not through yet, get down here " and pulled me down into the seat next to him. I don't know how long I sat there, looking down at his long skinny boner, as it stuck-up out of his unzipped pants. I didn't wanna suck on it but once again [ THE URGE ] to suck on it, [ THE URGE THAT THE OLD MAN HAD PUT INSIDE OF ME, WHEN I WAS ONLY 9 YEARS OLD ] took over and the next thing I knew, I was bending down over his WARM COCK and licking the clear sweet pre-cum off of the end of it.
He still had ahold of it and was working it up and down slowly. Milking even more of the clear, sweet, liquid, out of the end of it and then watching as my tiny pink tongue kept coming out again and again and licked it all away.
" AGGHHHHHH." " OH FUCKKKK."
Finally [ THE URGE ] to suck it took over and the next thing I knew, I was opening my mouth, slipping it down over the swollen head and sucking on it gently, as his warm, stiff, boner started to slide up into my warm, wet, mouth.
" AGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, THAT'S IT, THAT'S IT, SUCK THAT COCK."
The shame was gone, as the [ NEED ], the need to taste his [ WHITE CREAMY ] reward drove me on and my head started to bob up and down on it faster and faster. Coaxing [ IT ] coaxing [ IT ] to cum.
" OH SHIT, OH SHIT YESSS, WHO TAUGHT YOU TO DO THAT?" " AGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH."
I could feel his long skinny boner, sliding back and forth, along my warm soft tongue. Bumping against the back of my mouth, choking me with the length of it, as it tried to slide all the way down in. Gagging me with [ IT ] but not letting me come up off of it. I couldn't believe that I was once again letting another old man fuck me, [ FUCK ME IN MY MOUTH ], right there on the backseat of an Old Cross Country Bus.
SLURP...SLURP, SLURP...SLURP, SLURP...SLURP.
" OH YEAH BABY, SUCK THAT DICK." " WORK IT, WORK IT WITH THAT WARM SOFT TONGUE OF YOURS." " AGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."
I could feel his dark pubic hair, tickling my mouth and nose and that's when I knew, knew that I had taken it, [ TAKEN IT ALL ] and I lost it, " OH NOOOOOOO," as my swollen boner started jerking again and again, wetting my underwear, down in my levis.
All at once the old man got real quiet and as he held real still, I could feel his warm cock jerking, ONCE...Gulp...gulp, TWICE...Gulp...gulp, THREE TIMES...Gulp...gulp and just as I thought that he was through cuming and was raising back-up off of his warm, wet, boner, he let out a long, low, moan and said, " THERE'S MORE, THERE'S MORE, HERE IT COMES " and all at once it jerked again. " AAHHHHHHHHHH, OH FUCK, EAT IT, EAT IT."
And the only sounds coming from the back of the Old Cross Country Bus, were the little Gulp...gulp, Gulping sounds that I was making on it, as I did.