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 I made my way down the long, dark alley, I could feel him watching me. I could feel him watching me and I knew that he wanted to do me again and that made my little asshole pucker-up because it was ready, ready to be done again.
It was puckering-up because it was remembering. Remembering how good it felt, as first one and then another old man, had worked his tired, old, boner, up into it and fucked it, fucked it until it was raw and bleeding, right there in the darkness of the alley. Both of them had fucked it, fucked it like it was a pussy, tight, warm, little, pussy. Something that neither one of them had probably felt wrapped around their old, skinny, boner's, in a long, long, time.
The first one had only fucked me for what seemed like a few minutes, before he was through with me, pushed his warm boner up into me, as far as it would go, and then held me there, as he drained his huge, old, nut sac, up into my little ass, before his now limp cock, slowly slipped back out of me and just hung down in front of him.
But the second old man was different, he was in no hurry, no hurry whatsoever to leave his warm , white,cum, up inside me. It wasn't until he could feel my little asshole, touching his pubic hair, telling him that he was all the way up inside of me, that he started fucking me, fucking me for real, while the other old man just stood there, with his old, cock, still hanging down, out of his pants and watched him.
" OH FUCK, HERE I COME, HERE I COME BABY." " AGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, Squirt..." AGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, Squirt... " AGGHHHHH," Squirt...Squirt..." AGGHHHH," " OH SHIT, YESSS Squirt...Squirt...Squirt...
I have no control whatsoever, over my little asshole, when it does that on their warm, hard, cocks. It's almost like it has a mind of its own and somehow it knows, that that's the way to get more of the warm, white, cum, out of the cock, that's fucking up into it and it just starts squeezing on it, again and again and again, until the fucks all over and then their big cock's, slowly, ease, back out of me.
When the old man's warm, cock, had finally finished pumping the last of its thick, white, cum, up into me, I felt nothing but pleasure, as it slowly slipped back out of me and left my little asshole, swollen and throbbing.
I don't know how long I was down on the ground, still on my hands and knees, with them standing over me and watching me. Watching my little ass and listening to the tiny, little, whimpers, that were still coming out of me, after both of them had just had their way with me.
When I was finally able to get up, pull my pants and underwear back up, both of them were gone or so I thought. But then I felt it again and I knew that one of the older men was following me but I had to get their cum out of me,as fast as I could and that's all I could think about, as I made my way home.
The shame was unreal, when I finally got to my bathroom, went over to the toilet and slid my pants down. I knew that both of the old men had squirted, squirted their warm, sticky, cum, as deep up inside of me, as they could and all I could think about, was getting it back out of me. But even I was embarrassed, as I hooked my thumb's in the top of my underwear, and slowly slid them down. I was embarrassed because as soon as I had them down, my little boner popped up and I couldn't understand, why. Why, my being fucked by 2 old men earlier and my thinking about it now, was giving me a boner, a full blown boner.
As soon as I put my little ass down on the cold, white, toilet seat, I felt my little butt cheeks, spreading apart, slowly and then I heard it. Heard it as first one and then another glob of their sticky, white, cum, dropped out of my little, swollen, asshole and went down into the water. Just hearing the sound of it and knowing that it was, cum, a man's cum, did something inside of me and, as I felt a strange, little, shiver, go through me, I grabbed ahold of my stiff, little, boner, that was sticking straight-up and started pumping on it.
Pumping on it, faster and faster, as I sat there on the old, white, toilet and felt the rest of their sticky, white, cum, as it slowly oozed, back out of me and kept dropping down into the water, again and again and again.
I don't know how long I'd been pumping on it like that and remembering how their boner's had felt, as first one and then the other, had pushed it up into my little ass and moved it back and forth in me, before I lost it and all at once my little cock, erupted, sending spurts of its warm, white, liquid, up into the air, again and again.
The whole time my hard, little, cock, was cuming, I kept holding onto it and squeezing it, every now and then. Squeezing on it every now and then , trying to make it think, that it was a little pussy, that was doing it . Every time that I'd think that it was over, my little cock would jerk again, sending yet another little shiver through me, as more of the creamy white liquid, would squirt up into the air and then drop back down again.
3 weeks later, when I was at the supermarket and turned to walk down another aisle, there he was, the second man, the second man that had had his way with me, in the long dark alley.
I don't know if it was fear, fear of what, I don't know.
Or shame, shame because of what I'd let him and his friend do to me, that made me start to turn around but before I could turn away from him, he'd reached down, touched himself down there and gave me a little nod. A little nod to follow him and for whatever the reason, I did.
I felt like he had some kind of power over me or whatever, as he got me to follow him, all the way back to the men's room, took me into the last stall with him and locked the door.
My mind was screaming, " What are you doing " but nothing was coming out, as he made me sit down on the white toilet, stood right there in front of me and slowly, slid, his zipper down. I couldn't believe what he was doing, right there in the super market bathroom, as he reached in, slowly pulled his old cock out and just stood there, showing it to me. Showing it to me, reminding me how big it was, as he tried to get me to " Want it," again. Only this time it was different, this time he wanted to put it in my mouth, where I had to watch it, going in and out, while he did me. Instead of up my little ass, where I could close my eye's, turn away from it and deny that it was really happening.
" KISS IT."
" NOOO, NOT HERE, ARE YOU CRAZY?"
" WHY, DON'T YA LIKE IT?" " YOU LIKED IT A FEW WEEKS AGO, REMEMBER."
I felt my face getting hotter and hotter and I knew that I was blushing. Blushing because he was right, I had liked it, really liked it and now he knew it.
" COME ON, HURRY." " HURRY BEFORE SOMEONE ELSE NEEDS TO USE THE BATHROOM, COMES IN, CATCHES US AND SEE'S WHAT WE'RE DOING."
I don't know if he moved it closer to my mouth or if I moved closer to it, without even knowing it. All I know is that one minute I was just sitting there, looking at it and how its clear, sweet, pre-cum the was starting to slowly, ooze, out of the little hole in the end of it and the next thing I knew, I could hear him moaning and saying, " THAT'S IT, THAT'S IT, OH SHIT YESSS, SUCK IT BABY, SUCK IT."
I didn't even know that I'd taken it into my mouth, until I heard him saying that and that's when I felt the warmth of it, as he started to slowly, ease it back and forth, along my warm, soft, tongue.
Slurp...slurp Slurp...slurp Slurp...slurp
" OH FUCK YESSSSS, THAT'S IT, SUCK ITTTTTTT."
I hadn't even been sucking on it, a full 2 min, when all at once the bathroom door opened and someone came into the bathroom. As soon as he heard the door opening, he grabbed ahold of my head even harder and whispered, " SHHH, SOMEONE'S HERE," as he held me there and tried to keep me quiet. I could hear whoever it was, as they moved quietly around the bathroom and just as I thought that they were going to leave, they grabbed ahold of the handle on the door, of the stall that we were in, rattled it and said, " IS ANYONE IN HERE?" I almost peed myself, when he said that but that's when the old man mumbled, " YEAH BUDDY AND IT LOOKS LIKE I'M GONNA BE IN HERE FOR A LONG TIME, YOU BETTER LEAVE AND COME BACK LATER."
" OH, OK BUT COULD YOU HURRY, I REALLY GOTTA GO AND IT LOOKS LIKE THE OTHER STALL HERE, IS OUT OF ORDER."
" OK, I'LL TRY, SEE YA."
As soon as he thought that the other man was gone, he started moving his hips again and working his warm, stiff, boner, back and forth, along my warm soft tongue.
" SUCK IT BABY, DON'T JUST LET IT SLIDE IN AND OUT LIKE THAT, SUCK ON IT."
I had the weirdest feeling, as I closed my mouth back down around it again, only this time I closed it even tighter, so I could suck on it harder and make it cum, for me. Sucking on it just like I'd seen in the dirty movies, the dirty movies that John, the older boy that had lived nextdoor to me, had gotten me to watch with him, more than a few times, when I was littlier and he was horny.
The weird feeling wasn't coming from the fact that I was sucking a warm cock again because I'd done that before, thanks to John, the older boy nextdoor. The weird feeling was coming from the fact that some old man, a perfect stranger, was getting me to suck on his warm, stiff, cock, here in the men's room, at the local supermarket and I was doing it, with out even understanding why, yet.
When it was over, even I couldn't believe that I'd just sucked a cock, an old man's cock, in the local supermarket bathroom, and I did it,just because he wanted me too. But when it was all over and he was through with me, there was no way that I could deny it, even if I wanted to. Because now he was just standing there in front of me, with his old limp cock, still hanging there.
" OH SHIT, YOUR SOMETHING ELSE." " YOU REALLY LIKE THAT COCK, DON'T YA BABY?"
I couldn't answer him but he already knew anyway. Didn't he?"
I don't know what was going through my mind, as I sat there and watched, as he started to put it away and I saw one last drop of his pearly, white, cum, starting to form at the little hole in the end of it and without him even having to tell me to do it, I just leaned forward, licked it away and swallowed it.
Neither of us were saying a word, as he turned, unlocked the stall door, slowly pushed it open and that's when it happened.
He had the strangest look on his face, as he turned back to me and said, " OH SHIT, I'M SORRY BABY " and left me sitting there there on the old, white, toilet.
I didn't understand exactly why he'd said that and that's when the man, the man that had needed to use the toilet, earlier, stepped up in front of the open door and then just stood there staring at me. Staring at me with his mouth, half, open and rubbing himself, down there.
What could I say, I couldn't deny it. Deny what had just happened because he'd heard it all and besides I was still sitting there, where the old man had left me, on the white toilet, with the corner's of my mouth still wet. Wet from the way that he'd just used it, used it like it was a little pussy, while he'd stood there in front of me and fucked it.
I don't know how long he stood there just looking at me, before he stepped into the stall, closed the door behind him, pulled his zipper down, reached in, pulled it out and then just stood there, holding it out to me and waited.
" OH YES, YOU ARE." " YOUR GONNA SUCK ON MINE TO, JUST LIKE YOU JUST SUCKED ON HIS.
By then, his clear, stringy, pre-cum had started oozing out of the end of it and was dropping down onto the floor, right there in front of him.
I don't know what happened. Was it my seeing his clear, sweet pre-cum, dripping out of the end of it like that, that finally got me to open my mouth and slide my tongue out. He didn't have to be told what to do, he knew, as he raised his old, thick, cock, up, laid it on my tongue and started to work the old, loose, skin, back and forth on it.
If I said that I wasn't embarrassed, about what I was letting an old man do to me, stand there and jack-off on my warm, wet, tongue, I'd be lying because I was. But the need to taste it again, was getting stronger and stronger in me and somehow he knew it, as he pumped on his tired, old, boner, faster and faster, like he was hoping to make it cum, before I could change my mind and move away from it.
Even I could feel my eyes getting all weird and trying to cross, as I kept looking up at him, holding my tongue out, waiting for him to do it.
" OH SHIT, YOUR EYES ARE CROSSING, YOUR CUMING, YOUR GETTIN YOUR NUT, AREN'T YA BABY?" " DO IT, DO IT, CUM FOR ME BABY, CUM FOR ME."
The shame that I felt as he stood there watching my little body jerking on the toilet, was unreal. But it was nothing compared to the shame that I felt, as he got me to keep sitting there, holding my tongue out for him and waiting for him to squirt his warm, white, liquid, down onto it.
" OH FUCK, OH FUCK YESSS, HERE I COME BABY, HERE I COME." Squirt..." AGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH," Squirt..." AGGHH," Squirt, squirt..." AGGHHH." Squirt " THERE'S YOUR REWARD BABY, NOW EAT IT." Squirt...squirt..." AGGHHH."
I never saw the second old man from the supermarket again. But I did find myself working my way down the same long, dark, alley, time and time again. Knowing that at least one of them would still be in there somewhere and that he'd be willing to do for me, what I needed for him to do, fuck me. Fuck me up my little ass, until it was all raw and swollen again.