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
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As soon as I got into the car, I knew what the old man wanted from me. He wanted the same thing that older men had wanted and even gotten from me, since I was little, when my step-uncle used to sneak into my bedroom at night and get me to suck on his warm boner. Suck on his warm boner, even though my aunt was still asleep in the very next room.
My step-uncle had come home from work early one day and caught me playing with my little boner and teasing my little asshole, with my fingertip. I was so embarrassed about being caught playing with myself, that I promised him that I would do anything that he wanted me to, if he promised not to tell on me.
I didn't know that older men and even some older boy's liked to get younger boy's and younger girl's to SUCK ON THEM, yet. I also didn't know, that by GETTING YOU TO SUCK ON THEIR WARM BONER ENOUGH TIMES, that YOU COULD NOT ONLY GET USED TO SUCKING ON IT but that YOU COULD GROW TO LIKE IT and EVEN END UP NEEDING TO DO IT, AGAIN AND AGAIN but I sure did before he was finished with me.
I was 9 almost 10 years old, when my step-uncle started coming into my bedroom at night and now here I was, a little over 2 years later, sitting in an old car, with another old man, that had taken his dick out and was showing it to me. How did he know? How did he know that I wouldn't scream, push my car door open and just run down the street?"
He wasn't the first older man that wanted to do something with me, since my step-uncle had gotten to me. To be honest, 8 or 10 of them had gotten to me, in one way or another, since my step-uncle had. How did they know? How did they know THAT I COULD BE HAD, when even I didn't know it, yet? It was almost like I had a sign on me, a sign that said, THAT I'D SUCKED A COCK and LIKED IT or something like that. Because all of them seemed to know it, as they'ed JUST TAKE THEIR COCK'S OUT and SHOW THEM TO ME. Like they already knew, already knew THAT I COULDN'T RESIST IT, if they just took it out and showed it to me and they were right I COULDN'T, as once again ANOTHER OLD MAN would get me to BEND DOWN OVER HIS STIFF, BONER, SLIP MY MOUTH DOWN OVER THE END OF IT and SUCK ON IT, as he'd just sit there and watch me doing it. They didn't care that it was sometimes a 10 or 11 or 12 year old boy that was sucking on it and not a girl. All that they cared about was that they were GETTING THEIR DICK'S SUCKED ON AGAIN and now that they'ed found another little boy, that was FOR WHATEVER HIS REASON'S, willing to do it, they were more than willing to let him.
I tried not to look at the old man's cock, as he sat there massaging on it, milking it, until finally a little drop of his clear, sweet, pre-cum, started oozing out of the little hole in the end of it.
" COME ON, BEFORE SOMEBODY COMES AND CATCHES US."
" NO, NOT HERE."
" WHAT DO YA MEAN, NO?" " YOU LIKE IT DON'T YA?"
Even I was embarrassed, when I heard myself whimpering and whispering, " UH HUH."
" WELL, COME ON THEN AND SUCK IT, WE BOTH KNOW THAT YOU REALLY WANT TO, DON'T WE BABY." " AND DON'T TRY AND TELL ME THAT YOU'VE NEVER SUCKED ON ONE BEFORE BECAUSE I COULD TELL BY THE WAY YOU WERE LOOKING AT IT, WHEN I FIRST PULLED IT OUT, THAT YOU'VE SUCKED ON ONE BEFORE AND MAYBE EVEN MORE OF THEM, HAVEN'T YA."
I don't know if he pulled me down to it or if I just bent down to it myself. All I know is that one minute I was bending over it, looking down at it, and the next thing I knew I could taste it and he was moaning and saying, " THAT'S IT, THAT'S IT BABY, SUCK IT " and all you could hear coming from the open car window was the little sucking sounds that I was making on it.
I could taste the faint stale pee, that was left on the end of it and I didn't care because along with the saltiness of his faint stale pee, came the taste of his clear, sweet, pre-cum and by then, that's all that mattered to me.
" OH FUCK YES, YOU LIKE THAT COCK IN YOUR MOUTH, DON"T YA BABY?"
" USE YOUR TONGUE BABY, USE YOUR TONGUE." " AGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH, THAT'S IT, THAT'S IT, USE IT." " AGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, SUCK IT YOU LITTLE COCKSUCKER, SUCK ITTT."
As soon as he called me A LITTLE COCKSUCKER, I lost it and the next thing I knew, I felt my little boner starting to jerk, up inside of my levis. I tried to hide the fact that he'd gotten me to cum, just by getting me to suck on his warm boner but the little quiver's that were going through me, told him what was going on inside of my levis and that's when he grabbed ahold of my head and held me down on it, as it squirted, Once...Squirt..." AGGHHH," Twice...Squirt " AGGHHH," Three times...Squirt " AGGHHH " and just when I thought that it was all through squirting, it squirted again,...Squirt..." AGGHHH."
Gulp...gulp Gulp...gulp Gulp...gulp
" OH FUCK YESSS, THAT'S IT BABY, EAT IT." " EAT THAT CUM, LIKE YOU WERE BORN TO DO."
I couldn't help it, I HAD TO EAT IT and he knew it, as more and more of it kept oozing out of the little hole in the end of it, the little pee hole.
When it was finally all over and I raised up off of it, I couldn't even look at him, I was so embarrassed or should I say ashamed of what I'd just done.
Who could I blame? Could I blame my step-uncle for coaxing me into sucking on his so many times, that I HAD DEVELOPED A CRAVING FOR IT, a craving that I wouldn't understand until years later. Or can I blame all of the other older men, after him, that had somehow known THAT SOMEONE HAD GOTTEN ME TO SUCK ON HIS WARM, HARD, COCK, BEFORE and that that made me FAIR GAME FOR THEM, to use me too.
As I pushed my car door open and started to get out, the old man grabbed my arm and said, " Here " as he stuffed a 10 dollar bill in my hand and then watched me get out. I didn't want his money and I wanted to tell him that but I couldn't. I had everything that I wanted or needed from him and that was his little, warm, white, puddle, that had slid down my throat and was now down in my belly.
No sooner had the old man driven away, when another car pulled up along side of me and I got in.
Just as the older man was about to ask me where I was going, he stopped, reached over and touched the corner of my mouth with his fingertip. My mouth was still wet from what the first old man had just gotten me to do to him and as though that wasn't bad enough, when this old man pulled his hand back, he showed me the little drop of white cum that he had just wiped from the corner of my mouth and without saying a word to me, reached down, pulled his zipper down, reached in and as he pulled it out, he said, " I GOT WHAT YOU WANT, COME AND GET IT."
Just seeing his long, hard, stiff, boner, sticking up out of his pants like that, turned me on, as much as a 12 year old boy can be turned-on and without even caring what he thought about me, I bent down over it, took ahold of it and started circling the swollen head on the end of it, with my tiny pink tongue.
LICKINGGG...LICKING, CARESSING the swollen end of it, again and again.
" AGGHHHHHHHHH, OH SHIT, WHO TAUGHT YOU HOW TO DO THAT BABY, WHO TAUGHT YOU HOW TO DO THAT?"
LICKINGGG LICKINGGG LICKINGGG
" WAIT, WAIT, LET ME PULL MY PANTS DOWN FOR YA, I WANT YA TA LICK ON MY BALL'S TOO."
Just as I was about to tell him "NO," he gently pushed me away from it, finished undoing his pants and slid them down over his knees and all the way down to his ankle's, along with his underwear.
I'd never licked on a man's ball's before and to be honest, I couldn't figure out how to get at them, with him sitting in the car like that. He must have seen that I couldn't get at them and that's when he spread his knee's even wider, pushed his cock aside with his right hand, reached under them with his left hand and while cupping them in his hand and looking right at me, he whispered, " COME ON BABY, LICK UM." " I WON'T TELL ANYBODY, I
There it was again, " THE PROMISE," the promise that I COULD GO AHEAD A DO IT, IF I REALLY WANTED TO and that nobody but he and I, would ever know that I'd done it.
When I'd gotten into his car, I had no desire whatsoever, to lick and suck on a man's warm and hairy, wrinkled, ball sac but there I was bending down to them and the next thing I knew, I could taste the saltiness of them, as I slid my little pink tongue back and forth on them. I don't know if it was sweat or pee or both that I was tasting, all I know is THAT THE MORE I LICKED ON THEM, THE MORE I WANTED TO LICK ON THEM and before it was all over, HE HAD RAISED THEM UP OUT OF THE WAY and telling me to " LICK UNDER UM BABY, LICK UNDER UM " and I did. I really didn't understand that he was trying to get me to lick on his little asshole, until he started moaning and squirming all around on the front seat of the car and saying, " THAT'S IT, THAT'S IT, WET IT BABY, GET IT READY, SO YOU CAN PUSH THAT LITTLE TONGUE OF YOURS, UP INTO IT."
Having a man getting me to lick on his warm ball sac, was just about as much as my mind could handle. But hearing him telling me that I was licking on his little asshole was to much for me and as I tried to pull away from him, he grabbed ahold of my head and held me there, as he screamed at me, " DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP " and without even wanting to, I started licking on it again.
I don't know how long he had me down there licking on it, as he kept sliding down even further on the front seat, trying to get my tongue up into it but I couldn't do it and he got mad at me.
" NOOO, I CAN'T."
" YES, YOU CAN, JUST PUSH."
I could feel it, as his little asshole started to pucker up and then slowly opened up for me, before it slipped over my little tongue and closed back down around it. Clamping down around it and holding it up inside of him, as his huge boner started squirting AGAIN and AGAIN and AGAIN.
There was no taste to it, there was no smell, it was just a tiny, little, circle, clamping down around my tongue and holding it up inside of him, the whole time he was cuming.
I don't even remember pulling my tongue back out of him. All I remember is being so embarrassed, about what an older man had just gotten me to do to him, tongue fuck his little asshole, with my warm, soft, tongue, until he finished squirting and then finally let me go.
Did he make me do it? " No." Did I wanna to do it? " No." But I did it anyway, I guess just because he wanted me too. I don't know.
As I watched him drive away, I knew that he'd changed something deep inside of me and I was right. Because from that day on, I not only had A NEED to suck on an older man's warm cock and SWALLOW but I also had A NEED TO LICK UNDER AND BEHIND HIS WARM BALL SAC, AS FAR AS MY TINY, PINK TONGUE, WOULD GO.