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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Right after I turned 13 year's old, I did what a lot of kids do, I ran away from home. I ran away from home because my step-uncle was using me sexually and I couldn't stand it anymore mentally.
It wasn't what he was doing to me or getting me to do to him that was bothering me so much, because I'd gotten kinda used to it. In fact to be honest somewhere along the way I'd not only begun to like it when he'd sneak into my bedroom at night or take me into the bathroom with him, but I'd eventually started looking forward to sucking on his warm cock again and somehow he knew it, as he started getting me to spread my little leg's for him and let him fuck me, just so he'd let me suck on it again.
Yes, that's right, my step-uncle was fucking me up my little ass and I was an 11 year old boy and not a girl.
I knew that it wasn't right to be a boy and to be letting a full grown man fuck my up my little ass like that but he seemed to like doing it and believe it or not, somewhere along the way I started liking how it felt more and more, to have his warm hard boner slowly moving back and forth up inside of me, once I got used to it.
He always took me into the bathroom with him, when he was gonna fuck me and I never could figure that one out, unless it was because the bathroom was as far away from the backdoor as you could get and he was afraid of my aunt coming home and catching me letting him fuck me again, which she almost did, twice.
I don't know how many times, 20, 25, maybe even 30 times that he had taken me into the bathroom and gotten me to let him work his warm hard boner up into me again and fuck me, before he ruined it all for me and started having one of his friend's named Charlie coming over and doing me to.
In the beginning they would do me one after another, with one doing me while the other one stood there and watched him and cheered him on. But eventually they couldn't wait to have their turn at me and both of them started doing me together, working me back and forth inbetween them, like I was a little ragdoll.
Looking back on it, I don't know why it ruined it for me, especially since by then I had a craving, an insatiable craving to suck on a cock and I really liked how it felt to have a warm boner moving back and forth up inside of me. But having it all happening at once and especially by a man that I didn't even know yet, seemed to be dirty to me and my mind just couldn't handle it and that's why I ended up having to run away from it and I did.
Little did I know that there was more of the same thing waiting for me just around the corner and all they were doing was waiting for me to get there, so that they could do me.
I don't even know where I was, I'd been hitch-hiking for what seemed like days now and somehow I had ended up out in the middle of nowhere, at a tiny little gas station, that was also a cafe.
I didn't have any money left and when I asked the waitress if I could pay for my breakfast by washing dishes, she asked the old fat cook that owned the place and he said, " Ok."
Even though the little cafe and gas station were way out in the middle of nowhere, I couldn't believe the huge number of old farmer's that came in and ate there. I earned my meal washing the dishes, believe me.
When the old cook finally figured that I'd washed enough dishes to pay for my breakfast, he gave me the strangest look before he pulled me aside and whispered, " Are ya lookin for a place to stay boy." He didn't ask me if I was a run-away but somehow he seemed to know it and even though he reminded me of my step-uncle, I pushed the feelings aside and told him, " Uh huh."
He didn't have an extra bedroom for me and yes, that's right, that meant that I had to sleep in the same bed with him but I got used to it and it didn't seem to bother me all that much. He also had a pair of little boy pajama's over in his dresser and that should have been some kind of clue for me but it wasn't. I was to young and naive to figure that one out.
Since it was a king sized bed and he always seemed to stay on his side of the bed, it was almost like he wasn't even there in bed with me but then it happened.
I'd been there washing dishes for almost 2 weeks by then and then one night I woke up with the strangest feeling.
I didn't know what it was, all I knew was that something, something warm and soft, kept brushing up against my tiny little asshole again and again and before I knew it, I'd raised my little bare butt up off of the bed for him and yes, he'd pulled my pajama bottom's down and I was letting him lick on it.
I'd seen his cock 2 or 3 times by then, when he'd come out of the shower and crawled into bed with me. Yes, he slept without any clothes on, when he slept with me but he always made me wear the pajama's. Yes, I'd felt his huge, huge to me boner, touching me more than a few times, when I'd wake up in the middle of the night and have to rollover. But that was it. It was just touching me , so I didn't think anything about it.
It had been almost 3 weeks since my step-uncle and his friend had had me the last time and I was horny and ready to be had again and somehow the old fat cook knew it, as he kept licking on my tiny little asshole and watched my little butt raising up for him, higher and higher.
All at once he stopped licking and I felt him moving on the bed and thought that he was moving up behind me but when I turned my head to the left, I saw that he was squatting down on the bed beside my head and offering me his old fat boner.
" Suck it boy and I'll let ya have it up that little ass of your's, where you and I both know that you really want it."
He knew, he was just like my step-uncle. He knew that he could get me to suck on it, just so he'd fuck me with it.
I can't even describe the shame that I felt, yes shame that I felt, because now he knew just how much I needed it, as he watched me move my head over to it slowly and then felt it, as my tiny little tongue started licking on the end of it, softly.
All at once he pulled me up off of it, crawled around behind me, put the end of his swollen boner up against my tiny little asshole, grabbed ahold of my little hips and shoved his warm boner up into me as far as he could get it to go.
" NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, NOT YET, NOT YET, NOOO."
There was no stopping him now and I knew it, as my tiny little asshole went into spasm around the end of his swollen cock and he worked another inch or 2 of it up into me, trying to get enough of it up into me, so he could fuck me with it and eventually he did.
The shame that I felt, as he watched my little ass responding to him, pushing back at him, raising up for him, so he could get it up into me even deeper, was unreal. But my need to be fucked again had taken over and the was no way that I could control it now, even if I wanted to and he knew it, as he watched my little ass working back and forth, along his long swollen boner.
Watching my tiny little asshole swallowing his long skinny boner again and again, as he worked it in and out of me, was to much for the old fat cook and he started saying, " Work it baby, that's it, work it," over and over again and I did.
I could feel his huge warm boner, pulsating deep up inside of me again and again, as his warm nut-sac completely drained itself into me.
" Oh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk yeah, get it boy, get it."
I don't know how long he stayed down behind me like that, before I finally felt his now limp cock slowly slipping back out of me and then heard it slap against his inner thigh, as he crawled off of the bed, leaving me still down on my elbows and knee's and went into the bathroom.
My little asshole was still pulsating and throbbing, from the abuse that it had just been given and I could feel his warm white cum starting to slowly ooze back out of it and run down my inner thigh's and down onto the bed. I wanted to scream, " Hurry " but I couldn't and the next thing I knew, most of it had oozed back out and he got mad at me, when he saw it.
Pointing at the little puddle, that was still white, believe it or not, he yelled, " What's this?"
" I'm sorry, I couldn't help it, it just came back out of me."
" Well guess what boy, your gonna clean it up."
As I started to get up off of the bed he said, " Where you going boy, didn't ya hear what I said?"
" Uh huh, that's why I'm going to get a wet wash rag."
" No boy, you don't understand, your tongue's gonna be the wash rag, lick it up."
" Nooo, please don't make me do that."
All at once he grabbed ahold of me and flipped me over onto my stomach and the next thing I knew, he was whacking on my tiny little butt again and again."
" Stop, stop, I'll do it, I'll do it, please don't hit me anymore."
I don't know if he ever came again, all I know is that I did, more than once and for some reason that seemed to make him happy, as he let go of me and went back into the bathroom.
I don't know if anything else happened that night because believe it or not, I fell asleep, while he was still in the bathroom.
From then on he didn't make me wear the pajama's anymore, mostly because he didn't wanna be bothered with having to get them off of me, so he could work his warm stiff boner back up into my tight little young ass again.
I stayed at the old gas station/cafe letting him do me, for almost 6 months before I had to move on.
Yes, you read that right, I had to move on because the old fat cook did exactly the same thing to me that my step-uncle had done. He brought the old mechanic into the picture and got him to do me to, while he watched him.
It's hard enough to have someone watching you, while your being had but eventually they decided to take it even further, just like my step-uncle and his friend Charlie had done, as both of them started doing me at the same time and since I still couldn't handle it, I had to run away again and I did.