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
When I was in the 7th grade, I was so afraid that someone would come in and catch me masturbating at home, that I'd always wait until I went to the saturday movie's, before I'd do it. It was during one of these times, when I was masturbating, that it happened.
I'd waited until the movie was halfway through before going up into the boy's bathroom, making sure that no one else was there, before going into the last stall and closing the door behind me. I was so excited about what I was about to do, play with myself, that I already had a boner and I didn't even have my pants and underwear all the way down, yet. Yes, I was that horny.
Even though I was only 12, not even 13 year's old yet, I'd been playing with my little boner for about 3 year's by then and had already started to cum and squirt the white stuff out of the end of it.
I don't know how long I'd been sitting there slowly working my little boner up and down when all at once the stall door swung open and standing there in the doorway was the manager of the movie theater. I was so shocked about how the door had swung open, that I'd forgotten all about what I was doing and just sat there, looking at him.
" What are you doing?"
" Ah, ah, I'm ....
" Never mind, I can see what your doing, your playing with yourself, aren't ya boy?"
It wasn't until he'd said that, that I remembered what I'd been doing and I let go of my little boner. I felt so stupid, as it kept pointing straight-up, out from inbetween my little leg's, like it still wanted some attention or whatever and I guess it did.
I wasn't the only one that noticed how it kept sticking straight-up, even though I'd been caught playing with it and it should have gone down by now, now that he'd caught me. I could see the manager getting the strangest look on his face, as he kept looking at it and all at once he whispered, " You've got a nice one, for a boy your age, has anybody sucked it yet?"
" Want it sucked?"
" Why not?"
" I don't know, who'ld wanna do that?"
" You...but your a man."
" So, I've been sucking on younger boy's cock's every since I was little."
" Well, can I?"
" Ok, I guess so but don't hurt it, ok."
" Oh baby, I'm not gonna hurt it, believe me."
I felt so weird, as I watched this full grown man, come the rest of the way into the stall with me, close the door behind himself and then kneel down in front of me.
Just as I was gonna chicken out of it and tell him " No," he reached out, took ahold of it and before I could say anything, he'd slipped his warm open mouth down over the end of it and was sucking on it.
Slurp...Slurp Slurp...Slurp " OH, YOU LIKE IT, DON'T YA BABY?"
" UH HUH."
Slurp...Slurp Slurp...Slurp Slurp...Slurp " UMM, OH YOU TASTE SO GOOD." Slurp...slurp
Even though I was trying not to look at him while he was doing it, I'd still catch myself peeking down at him and watching as his old, grey haired head, kept bobbing up and down on it. It was almost like he was trying to make love to it, with his warm sucking mouth and his warm soft tongue I guess he was.
I was so into what he was doing to me and how good it felt, as his warm soft tongue kept circling around the end of my little boner, that I didn't even hear it when somebody else came in.
There was no doubt at all about what was going on behind the closed door of the last stall because of all the little sucking sounds and the strange little whimpers that were coming out of him, as he sucked on my little boner and tried to coax it into cuming for him.
I wasn't watching him anymore, since my head was tilted back, my mouth was hanging open and my eyes were starting to cross, as the old man stuck his head up over the top of the stall door and saw what was happening. I couldn't say anything. I wanted to tell the manager to stop but I couldn't and that's when I lost it.
" SOMEBODY'S LOOKING OVER THE DOOR AND WATCHING YOU."
By the time the manager had raised up off of my little cock and turned to look up, the old man was gone and he didn't believe me and he thought that I was joking.
Once again, I had the strangest feeling, as he stood-up in front of me and just when I thought that it was all over, he reached down and slowly slid his zipper down.
" NOW ME."
" NOOO, WHAT DO YOU MEAN?"
" YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN." " I SUCKED YOUR'S AND NOW IT'S YOUR TURN TO SUCK ON MINE."
" NOOO, NOOO, PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME DO THAT."
He either didn't hear me or he didn't care. All he cared about was getting his old dick sucked on again and he wasn't about to let me out of the stall until I'd done it.
The feelings that I was having, as he stood there in front of me and slowly pulled his old wrinkled cock out, were unreal. I was embarrassed because for some reason, I was attracted to it and somehow he knew it, as he moved it closer and closer to my mouth. Finally he had it close enough to me that I could smell the faint stale pee that was still left on the end of it, after he'd peed with it all day and that's when I lost it.
I don't know what happened. The " No," was gone and the fear of being caught was gone to and the next thing I knew, I was opening my mouth and letting him slip it in.
" OH YEAH, THAT'S IT BABY, DO IT." " AGGHHHHHHH."
I didn't even know how to suck on a cock and he could tell it but he didn't care, as he took ahold of my little head with both of his big hands and started to work it in and out of my little mouth, slow at first but getting faster and faster the longer he did it.
" COME ON BABY, YOU'VE GOTTA SUCK ON IT, TO MAKE IT REALLY FEEL GOOD TO ME."
" OH SHIT, NOOOOOOOOOOOOO, HERE IT COMES, HERE IT COMES BABY................" AGGHHHHHHHHHH " ...SQUIRT................................................SQUIRT...................................SQUIRT....................AGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, EAT IT, EAT IT."
As soon as the manager had what he wanted from me, a blowjob, he stepped back, put cock away and without saying a word, opened the stall door and left me sitting there.
I don't know what I was thinking, as I sat there with my pants and underwear still down at my ankle's and I heard the manager quietly talking to someone and saying, " OH, HE'S GOOD ALRIGHT, YOUR GONNA LIKE HIM," as he opened the outer door and left the bathroom.
Even though I'd heard the manager talking to someone, it still wasn't registering in my head, that there was someone else in the bathroom with me. It wasn't until the older man that had looked up over the top of the stall door while everything was happening, stepped into the open doorway of the stall, that I finally understood that the whole thing wasn't over yet.
He didn't care that I was whimpering and begging him not to do me, as he slowly slid his zipper down and then stepped up in front of me.
" COME ON, I HEARD YOU WHILE YOU WERE SUCKING ON HIS, NOW SUCK ON MINE AND SHOW ME WHAT A GOOD LITTLE COCKSUCKER YOU ARE BABY."
" HURRY, BEFORE SOMEBODY NEEDS TO USE THE BATHROOM AND CATCHES US."
I was still shaking my head back and forth and saying " NO," over and over, as he calmly reached into his pants, pulled his warm thick cock out and started rubbing his clear sweet pre-cum back and forth, along my tiny little lips.
I don't know what happened next, all I know it that one minute I was telling him " NO " over and over again and the next thing I knew he was moaning.
" THAT'S IT, USE YOUR TONGUE BABY, USE YOUR TONGUE." " AGGHHH, THAT'S IT, THAT'S ITTTTTTTTTTT."
I didn't care what he thought about me now, as my tiny little pink tongue slowly circled the swollen head on the end of it again and again, feeling the warmth and tasting the saltiness of it, after a whole day of peeing.
" OH FUCK YES, SUCK IT BABY, SUCK IT JUST LIKE YOU WERE BORN TO DO."..............." AGGHHHHHH."
I knew that he was close, because all of a sudden his breathing changed and he grabbed ahold of my little head, with both of his hands and started moving it in and out faster and faster.
All at once my whole body started quivering and shaking and just as he stepped back from me, pulling his cock from my mouth, I felt my little boner starting to jerk and twitch again and again and again, and before I knew it, he was kneeling down in front of me and sucking on it, just like the theater manager had done before him. As soon as he started sucking on it, I grabbed ahold of his head and tried to fuck him in the mouth, just like he and the old theater manager had done to me earlier but by then it was already to late and my young stiff boner had already started to go away.
The feelings that I was having, as he to left me sitting on the white toilet, with my pants and little white cotton underwear still pulled down, just like the manager had done, were unreal.
I felt shame.
I felt embarrassment.
And for the first time in my life, I felt complete.
Whatever that means.
The 2 old men HAD GIVEN ME SOMETHING THAT I NEEDED and I COULDN'T DENY IT, as I slowly pulled my pants and my little white cotton underwear back up and went home.
I learned later, that the 2nd old man had been the theater manager's younger brother and that they'ed been doing younger boy's like me, up in the boy's bathroom for over a year now and had never been caught.
I'd like to say that the 2 of them, were never able to get to me in the stall again but I can't because they did, both of them. They got to me almost every time I went back to the movie theater again for the next 2 year's and and believe it or not, that was almost every weekend.