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
Watching the young little boy, as he came into the allnight restaurant and sat down, told the old man, every thing that he needed to know about him. He'd gotten pretty good at spotting them by now and once again something about the young boy had told him that the boy was hungry. Hungry alright but it wasn't for something that he'd find on the menu, he was hungry for meat. Hungry for A MAN'S MEAT and old Joe knew that he had just what the young boy was hungry for, as he reached under the table and started massaging on his old tired cock.
Knowing that the young boy would probably have to pee, after he finished with whatever it was that he was drinking, the old man waited until he was almost done with it before he got up, walked past him and headed into the men's room.
All the old man could think about, as he walked over to the urinal's, slid his zipper down, reached in and calmly pulled his old cock out, was just how young and tender the young boy's little ass had looked, when he'd walked into the restaurant.
It was no surprise to old Joe, when after about 30 second's of waiting, standing there with his old cock hanging out, that the bathroom door slowly opened and the young boy came in, walked up to the urinal's, slid his zipper down, pulled his young little cock out and started peeing.
Even though the old man was just standing there looking down into the old white urinal, he could still see that the little boy was peeking over at his old cock every now and then and that's when he knew. That's when he knew that he had him and even his cock knew it to, as it started to swell-up for the young boy.
Finally the little boy couldn't stand it anymore and that's when he looked up at the old man and said, " WHAT ARE YOU DOIN MISTER, DON'T YA HAVE TO PEE?"
" NO, THEN WHY ARE YA JUST STANDING THERE?"
" I'M LOOKING FOR SOMEONE."
" HUH, BUT YOU STANDING HERE AT THE URINAL'S."
" I KNOW, BUT I'M LOOKIN FOR SOMEONE THAT WANT'S TO SUCK MY OLD COCK."
" YOU HEARD ME."
" IN HERE, RIGHT NOW?"
" UH HUH."
" BUT WHAT IF,... WHAT IF SOMEONE COMES IN AND SEE'S WHAT YOUR DOING, AREN'T YOU AFRAID OF GETTING CAUGHT?"
" NO, NOT REALLY, ARE YOU?"
" HUH, WHAT DO YA MEAN BY THAT?"
" YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN."
" NO, I DON'T."
" I MEAN THAT YOU WANNA SUCK ON IT, DON'T YA, BOY."
The young boy couldn't answer him, as his little mouth dropped open and he tried to figure out how the old man knew. Knew of his need to suck on a warm stiff cock again and he hadn't even said anything about it, to the old man, yet. Even though the young boy had sucked on one, not even 3 days ago, the craving, the craving to taste a man's warm white cum, had taken over and that's why he was out in the middle of the night and looking for it again.
Neither of them said a word, as the old man turned, walked back to the last stall and went in. Old Joe, couldn't believe how lucky he was, as he undid his pants, slid them down along with his underwear, before he sat down on the white toilet, spread his leg's apart and waited. Knowing that if he was right, that the young little boy, would soon be coming into the stall with him.
Just when he figured that he might have read the little, 12 or 13 year old boy wrong, yes, he was that young, the boy appeared in the doorway of the stall and just stood there, watching him. Watching him with his little mouth hanging half open, as the old man sat there and worked the warm loose skin, up and down slowly, on his old, now stiff boner.
The old man's eyes were locked on the young tender boy, sizing him up and wondering, wondering if he'd made a mistake. Made a mistake about the young boy needing to suck on a cock, as he worked the loose skin up and down on it, faster and faster.
" COME ON BABY, DON'T MAKE ME WASTE IT LIKE THIS, DO YOUR THING."
The old man could see how the little bulge in the front of the boy's levis was getting bigger and bigger and now he knew for sure that the young boy was getting excited, in his own way, just from watching the old man, sitting there on the white toilet, jacking it.
The old man knew that he had him now, as he slowly spread his leg's apart, even wider, so that the young boy could see how big his nut sac was, as it hung down, into the white toilet bowl, almost down to the water. His ball's were huge and just hanging there, waiting for the young tender boy, to kneel down in front of him and drain them.
" COME ON BOY, BEFORE SOMEBODY COMES IN AND NEEDS TO USE THE BATHROOM."
Just seeing the old man's huge nut sac and knowing what was in it, waiting for him, was to much for the young tender boy, as he entered the stall, knelt down in front of him and started begging the old man to let him do it.
" PLEASE." " PLEASE."
" YOU DON'T HAVE TO SAY " PLEASE " BABY, JUST DO IT."
" FUCK, CAN'T YOU SEE THAT MY OLD COCK'S HORNY TO, JUST LIKE YOU ARE?"
The old man was totally amazed, as he let go of his warm cock and just sat there watching the young little boy, as he reached out, took ahold of it, with his tiny little hand and started working the warm loose skin up and down on it, slow at first but getting faster and faster, the longer he did it.
" OHHH YEAHHH, THAT'S IT, WORK IT BABY, WORK IT."
It was like the young boy was totally fascinated with the warm soft loose skin that it had on it, as he sat there playing with it and kept rolling the loose skin back and forth over the thick swollen head. Watching it with the strangest look in his eye's, as big head on it got wetter and wetter and eventually drew him down to it.
The old man moaned, as he saw the young boy's tiny little pink tongue, coming out of his mouth, for the briefest of moments, touching the slick shiny wetness, only to disappear back up into his little mouth again.
" OH YEAH, THAT'S IT, TASTE IT BABY." " TASTE THE END OF THIS OLD MAN'S COCK AND SEE IF THAT'S THE TASTE, THAT YOU'VE BEEN OUT LOOKING FOR."
Evidently the young boy did like how the old man's cock tasted because all at once, his tiny little tongue, came back out again, only this time it stayed out and started licking back and forth softly, through the slick shiny wetness, of the old man's pre-cum.
" OH, YEAH, THAT'S IT, LICK BABY, LICK THE PRE-CUM OFF OF THE END OF IT." " TASTE IT BABY, TASTE IT."
Even as young as he was, the little boy knew how to lick on a boner the right way, something that his step-uncle had taught him how to do when he was littler.
Yes, it was his step-uncle that had coaxed him into kissing his warm stiff boner, the very first time that the little boy did it. Coaxed him into kissing it when he was only 11 year's old and he had him locked in the bathroom with him and wouldn't let him leave, until he'd kissed the end of it. Billy was so naive, that he went ahead and did it, thinking that that would be the end of it but as he found out later, kissing the end of it, was only the beginning. It was only the beginning for him because for some strange reason, Billy had liked the taste of it and somehow his step-uncle knew it, as he'd take him back into the bathroom with him again, every chance he got. Eventually he'd not only coaxed him into kissing and licking on the end of it but he'd also coaxed little Billy into sucking on it and it was just a matter of time before he'd coaxed him into going all the way with it.
Yes, he was getting him to swallow and Billy wasn't even 12 year's old yet.
In the beginning he was only taking Billy into the bathroom with him when Billy's aunt, had gone to the market or where ever. But eventually he needed to have it sucked-on more and more and he was getting up in the middle of the night, sneaking into Billy's bedroom and getting him to suck on it and even eat it, while Billy's aunt, Helen, was in the other bedroom and sleeping.
Or was she?"
Was she glad that she didn't have to do it anymore, now that he had someone else doing it for her?
She'd never liked sucking on a cock anyway, even though almost all of her boy friend's had been making her do it, every since she was little.
She hated it because their [ Thing ] always smelled and tasted like pee to her, even if they'ed just washed it. It still smelled like pee and she didn't like it.
Besides, hadn't she noticed that Billy and his step-uncle, Charlie, were getting along better now or at least it sure seemed that way every morning at the breakfast table.
It was one night that she'd had to pee, that she'd found out about it. Found out about it while she was passing Billy's bedroom door and she heard the little sounds that Billy was making on it, as once again his step-uncle was getting him to go down on it.
She was shocked and couldn't believe it, as she recognized the little sucking sounds, the same little sucking sounds that she makes on a warm cock, when she's sucking on it. Even though she was embarrassed about what she was about to do, she still found herself taking ahold of the cold metal door knob and slowly turning it, as she eased the bedroom door open about 3 inches.
Peeking inside, she saw how, Charlie, was standing there next to Billy's bed, with his old cock hanging out and he had Billy kneeling down in front of him and was getting him to suck on it.
Just as Billy's aunt was about to say something and rescue poor, little Billy, Charlie let go of his head and then just stood there watching him, as Billy's little head started moving all by itself and he worked his little mouth back and forth along, Charlie's, warm stiff boner.
Just looking down and watching, as the young boy worked his little mouth back and forth along his old cock, was to much for Billy's step-uncle, Charlie and all at once he grabbed ahold of Billy's head again, pushed his warm stiff cock down into Billy's little mouth, as far as it would go and he lost it.
Just hearing the little " Gulp...gulp, Gulp...gulp, Gulping sounds that little Billy was making on it, as Charlie got him to Swallow it and Eat it, was enough to make Billy's aunt, Helen, wanna gag, as she closed the door, snuck down to the bathroom, peed and without even flushing it, snuck back into her bedroom.
From that night on, every time she'd wake up and see that, Charlie, wasn't in the bed with her, she always knew where to find him and believe it or not, just thinking about it, would make her start to get wet again. It would always start and end the same way, with her just laying there, touching herself and pretending that she was standing in the doorway again. Standing in the open doorway and watching, as once again, Charlie, had little Billy kneeling down in front of him and was was getting him to do the one thing that she hated to do most, suck on him. Suck on his warm stiff boner, until it eventually squirted and sent its thick white cum, down her throat and then down into her tiny little belly. Even though she could never release her own sweet warm juices, when Charlie was making her eat his warm cum, she was always able to release them when she was pretending that she was watching him holding onto Billy's little head again and getting him to eat it and making him swallow it.
When the little boy in the stall finally had Joe's warm boner completely wet and ready, he raised up off of it and while looking right at old Joe, he whispered, " TELL ME, TELL ME TO DO IT MISTER AND I WILL."
" OH SHIT, YOUR ONE OF THOSE, HUH, YOU NEED TO BE TOLD, IS THAT IT BABY, SOMEBODY MADE YOU DO IT THE FIRST TIME AND NOW YOU NEED TO BE TOLD?"
" PLEASE DON'T." " PLEASE DON'T TALK ABOUT IT AND RUIN IT FOR ME, JUST TELL ME TO DO IT MISTER AND I WILL."
Old Joe could see the desperation in the young boy's eyes and it reminded him of his own desperate need to suck on a cock when he was little too. So rather than embarrass the young boy anymore, he just reached down, took ahold of it and as he raised it up to him he whispered, " SUCK IT, SUCK MY OLD COCK, YOU AND I BOTH KNOW THAT YA WANT TO."
Just hearing old Joe saying the word COCK like that did something inside of the little boy and just as he was starting to move his mouth down over the end of it, he whimpered and said, " I'LL SUCK IT, I'LL SUCK YOUR COCK MISTER, JUST DON'T HURT ME " and then stretched his little open mouth down over the end of it and started sucking.
" Oh shit yesss, do it baby, do it."
As soon as old Joe saw the young boy taking it into his mouth, he grabbed ahold of the young boy's head and slowly eased his warm cock up into it deeper and deeper. It wasn't until the boy's little head started bobbing up and down on it, that he knew for sure of the little boy's need to suck it and he let go of him and then just sat there and watched him do it.
" OH YEAH, SUCK IT BABY, SUCK THAT OLD COCK, LIKE YOU WERE BORN TO DO."
IN/OUT.....IN/OUT.....IN/OUT...................................."OHHH " IN/OUT.................IN/OUT...................................IN/OUT " OH YEAH, THAT'S IT, SUCK IT " IN/OUT...IN/OUT...IN/............................OUT...IN/..............OUT
" OH, NOOO, HERE I COME BABY, HERE I COME." UGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...SQUIRT...........
UGGGHHHHHHHHH...SQUIRT...SQUIRT...............SQUIRT........ AGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, THAT'S IT, THAT'S IT, EAT IT BABY, EAT ITTT." " AGGGGGHHHHHH."
The little boy stayed down there and kept sucking on the old man's cock, until he'd drained it, completely drained the old man's huge, warm nut sac, of it's warm white reward for him.
Then and only then, did he raise up and let the old man's wet slick cock, slowly slip from his now open mouth, as he stood-up, wiped the corner of his mouth off with the back of his hand and then without even saying a word, he left the bathroom.
Old Joe never saw the little boy again but he always had pleasant thoughts about him, every time he remembered how the little boy had left him sitting there on the old white toilet, completely satisfied, with his pants and underwear pulled down, his leg's still spread wide, his nut sac drained and now limp cock just hanging down in front of him.