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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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I was 7 almost 8 years old the first time that an older man jacked off in front of me and got me to watch him. Yes, you read that right, he jacked off, right there in front of me.

No, I didn't know what jacking off was yet, so I didn't really know, that that's what he was doing. We were both standing at the long porcelain thing, that was hanging on the wall, that they made the men and the boys pee in, down at the park after school let out.

It wasn't the first time that I'd seen an older man's cock but it was the first time that I'd seen a man standing there working the loose skin on it back and forth like that, when he was supposed to be peeing.

I don't know how long he'd been standing there doing it, when all at once something white started spurting out of the end of it, went down into the water and as it floated down towards the drain, he moaned, as though he was in some kinda pain and then looked over at me.

" Agghhhhhhhh."

Just when I thought that it was all over, more of the pearly white stuff spurted out of the end of it and once again floated down into the drain.

" Agghhhh, Agghhhhhhhhh, Oh shit, Agghhhhhhhhhhhh."

Before it was all over, his cock had spurted at least 3 or 4 more times, before he eventually put it away and left the bathroom.

Since I didn't have the slightest idea what he'd just done, I really couldn't figure out why he'd even done it.

I couldn't figure it out, mostly because it looked and had sounded so painful. I knew that it must have hurt him, because when he'd let out the first little moan, I'd looked up at him, saw that his mouth was hanging half open and that he had a look of pain on his face.

Like I said before, I didn't have the slightest idea what he'd just done. All I knew was that it looked painful to him, so once again I couldn't figure out why he'd even done it.

It wasn't until I was all the way up in the 7th grade, before it would happen again, only this time it wasn't an older man doing it, it was an older boy and he was doing it right there in front of the urinal's, in the boy's bathroom after school.

By then I knew what jacking-off was because I'd been doing it myself for almost a year now.

I guess that I shouldn't have been watching him like that, especially when I saw what he was doing, but something about the whole thing was drawing me to it and somehow he knew it and just kept doing it.

I don't even know how long I'd been standing there watching him do it and I really don't know how he got me to go into a stall with him.

All I know it that one minute he had me standing there watching him and the next thing I knew, he had his pants and his underwear down and he was sitting there on one of the white toilets jacking on it and he had me in one of the stall's watching him while he did it.

How'ed he get me into the stall with him?

Why didn't I leave, instead of just standing there and watching him?

I don't know how long that he'd had me standing there watching him, as he did it. All I know is that the whole time that he was doing it, he kept looking up and down, first at his boner and then up at me, over and over again, like he expected me to do something with it, but I never did.

All at once his hand quit moving up and down on it and he got the strangest look on his face, like something was hurting him, just before his hard stiff boner erupted and then spewed its warm white liquid up into the air.

" Squirt.................Squirt...........................................................Squirt..
........."Agghhh"............"Agghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

I don't even remember leaving the bathroom, so I don't know what happened after that.

Over the next 5 or 6 months, the same older boy got me to watch him doing it, again and again and again, by catching me in the bathroom, when nobody else was there and taking me into one of the stall's with him.

Eventually he was not only getting me to stand there and watch him, while he did it, he was getting me to bend down and do it for him, as he just sat there on the white toilet, with his leg's spread and watched me do it.

Twice he even tried to get me to bend down and kiss it but I couldn't do that and he got mad at me.

I used to feel really weird or maybe even dirty, when his warm white cum would spurt out of the end of it, go up into the air and then slowly drop back down onto the back of my little hand, before it slowly ran all the way down into his dark pubic hair.

Bobby must have seen that I was uncomfortable when it was doing that because he'd always jerk some of the white toilet paper off of the roll, that was hanging on the wall, and as he'd hand it to me, he'd whisper, " Here,wipe it off Billy," and I would.

One time I'd missed some of it, and when I saw it shining on the back of my little hand later, I did something that I woulda bet anybody that I'd never do. I touched it and tasted it, with my tiny little tongue.

Yes, you read that right, I tasted it.

No, he didn't see me do it because I was already back at my house, when I did it.

When your a little boy and you've tasted another boy's cum, you don't tell anybody about it, believe me.

It becomes one of those, life's little secrets, that you hope that nobody will ever find out about, but it doesn't always work out that way, does it.

Even though I'd never told him or anybody else for that matter, what I'd done after I'd gotten home that night it didn't matter.

It didn't matter because he couldn't keep quiet about how he was getting some little boy to jack him off after school and some of the other older boy's started hanging around after school to, just to see who it was, that he was taking into the bathroom with him and getting to do it.

I hated him for telling.

I hated him because now it was almost like I had to play with their's to, just to keep them from telling someone else, so I did.

I can see now, why parents tell their little girl's not to even kiss a boy because one thing will lead to another and eventually he'll want more.

I can see it now, because that's exactly what happened to me and I'm a boy and not even a girl. But they didn't even care that I was a boy, all they cared about was getting their young stiff boner's played with by someone and for whatever the reason, I was willing to do it and now they knew it, as more and more of them got me to play with them, while they sat on one of the old white toilets, in the boy's bathroom, with their pants and their underwear pulled down..

They didn't get me to go to bed with them but they might as well have, because after the first one got me to bend down and...Kiss the end of his warm boner... when he had me in a stall with him, the whole school found out about it or at least it seemed that way to me.

After they found out that one of the boy's had gotten me to kiss his boner in the bathroom, I was...Fair game... to everyone else from then on.

Sometimes there would be 3 or 4 boys waiting to take me into the boy's bathroom with them after school. But usually there was just 1 or 2 and for some reason, that was ok with me. I don't know why.

It was usually when there was 1 or 2 of them standing right outside of the stall and listening to him getting me to kiss on it, sometimes once, sometimes twice and sometimes even three times, that it bothered me most.

It wasn't long after they'ed all started getting me to... Kiss on the end of it... before the first one coaxed me into taking the end of his warm boner into my little mouth and sucking on it. Getting me to suck on it, while another older boy stood outside of the stall door and listened to the whole thing, while he was getting me to do it.

Slurp.............Slurp/Slurp.........................................Slurp/Slurp/Slurp

I can still remember the tiny little sucking sounds, that I was making on it, as I did it. I had no idea whatsoever, how to suck on a cock and give a boy... A Blowjob...like he was trying to get me to do.

I don't know how long he had me down there sucking on the end of it, before he pushed me away from it and then just sat there jacking it off, while he got me to watch him. I had the weirdest feeling inside, when it erupted and started spewing its warm white liquid up into the air.

He didn't say anything when it was all over, he just pulled a wad of toilet paper off the roll, wiped the white cum off of the end of his cock, off the side of his hand and then even the part of it that had run down along his long skinny cock and down onto his nut-sac.

It wasn't even a week later, that he had me back in the bathroom with him again, watching him jacking it off again. But this time it was different. This time it was different because this time he had me kneeling down in front of him, watching him do it and I didn't even know how he'd gotten me down there.

I didn't understand that he was trying to get me to...Want it...and wanna suck it off, even though every now and then he'd stop working it up and down, point it out towards me, hold it there for 10 or 15 seconds, waiting to see if I was gonna do anything with it and when I didn't, he'd just start jacking on it again, until eventually it finally squirted.

From then on it was always the same, he'd jack on it for a little while, then just stop and push it out towards me, hold it there and then just start jacking on it some more, never saying anything to me, just waiting, and finally it worked, because eventually he got what he wanted.

He was sitting there jacking on it again, with me kneeling down in front of him, when it happened.

Even I was shocked, when I heard myself whisper, " Please, please, I want to." And believe it or not, he ignored me and made me say it again.

" I want to."

He didn't say anything, he didn't have to, he just stopped jacking it up and down, held it real still for me and then just watched me, as I slipped my open mouth down over the end of it and started sucking on it, just like I was a baby and I was sucking on a nipple.

Slurp/Slurp...................Slurp/Slurp....................Slurp/Slurp

" Oh fuck yeah, suck it Billy, suck it."

Slurp...........Slurp/Slurp......................................................Slurp/Slurp

The shame or embarrassment that I felt, as he sat there on the old white toilet and watched me as I started to suck on his warm stiff cock, was unreal. But the urge... The urge to do it...had taken over and there was nothing I could do to stop it now and somehow he knew it, as he just sat there and let me suck on it.

Yes, you read that right, he let me do it, he wasn't making me do it, I was doing it because now I really wanted to and he knew it.

Even though I could smell and even taste the faint stale pee that was still left on the end of it, after he'd peed with it all day, I didn't care. It was almost like I had to taste it or whatever, I don't know why.

One minute it was bitter and even kinda salty and then the very next minute something sweet and slick would enter the picture and I knew that it was his pre-cum and that his cock was wetting my mouth...Getting it ready...,getting it wet and ready, so that it could fuck it.

I knew that it wasn't right to be a boy and to be sucking on another boy's, warm smooth cock. But it...His cock... had drawn me down to it and it was almost like I didn't have any choice now, I had to do it and somehow he knew it, as he just sat there and let me do it.

There I was, only 11 not even 12 year's old yet, and another boy, another older boy had me kneeling down in front of him and was trying to get me to...Give him a blowjob...right there in the boy's bathroom, after school let out.

All at once I felt both of his hands on the back of my head, he let out a long low moan and that's when I felt his boner jerk, not once, not twice, but three times, leaving its warm white reward on my little tongue, before I could pull away from it.

I felt sick and embarrassed about what I'd just done to him, as I knelt there in front of him, with his warm cum still in my mouth. I felt even more embarrassed, as he watched me getting up, running out of the stall and heard me spitting it out into the urinal, before I was able to run out of the boy's bathroom and leave him still sitting there on the white toilet with his pants and his underwear pulled down.

I laid on my bed for half of the night, trying to figure out how he'd gotten me to do that to him.

No, I didn't like boys, still don't, for that matter. But there was something about them having a boner that would always draw me down to it. I learned later that it was the faint smell of pee that was always on the end of it that would draw me down to it. And even though some people don't like it, the faint smell of pee is like a magnet to me and always pulls me down towards it, always.

The funny part about the whole thing,...if there is such a thing... is that the next day, when I saw the same boy in school again, it was he that couldn't look at me. It was almost like he was ashamed of what he'd done to me or whatever.

Go figure.

I didn't know how I was supposed to feel about it. I do know that I was embarrassed and yes, ashamed about being a boy and being had like that, by another boy.

Boy's didn't do things like that or did they?

If they did, none of them were talking about it, that's for sure.

I don't know if it was 2 or maybe even 3 weeks later, that he came into the boys bathroom again, while I was in there and wanted me to do it again. And without even waiting for some kind of answer from me, he walked back to the last stall, went in, pulled his pants and underwear down, sat down on the white toilet and then just sat there and waited.

Why?

Why, didn't I run out of the bathroom, knowing full-well that he was sitting there on the white toilet with his warm cock in his hand and waiting for me to come in and suck on it again?

All I know is that one minute, I was just standing there peeing, trying to figure it all out and the next thing I knew and I do mean the very next thing I knew, I'd pushed the stall door open and was just standing there looking at his young stiff boner, as it was sticking straight up and waiting for me.

Once again, I hated him.

I hated him because somehow he knew that if I really wanted it, that I would come and get it, and that all that he had to do ,was to just sit there and wait for me.

I don't know how long I stood there staring at it, fighting the urge to get down and...Suck on it...like he wanted me to do.

All of a sudden he whispered, " Come on Billy, you wanna jack it and suck on it, I know ya do."

Oh, I wanted to jack it alright and that's what was scaring me but he didn't know that.

Even I was embarrassed, when I finally heard the little whimper that came out of me and then I heard myself whisper, " Uh huh " as I kneltdown in front of him.

I don't know how to explain what I felt, as I reached out, took ahold of it and started working it up and down, slow at first but getting faster and faster, the longer I did it.

" Oh fuck yeah, work it Billy, work it."

Up/Down.....Up/Down.........................Up/Down...Up/Down...Up/Down

" Oh shit yesss."..."Agghhh."

Up/Down.................................Up/Down...............................Up/Down

I don't know how long I'd been working it up and down, when all of a sudden he let out a strange little moan and as I looked up at him, I saw that he had his mouth hanging half way open and I screamed, " Nooo, Nooo, Not yet, Not Yet," but it was already to late, as I felt his 4 or 5 drops of white cum running down the side of my little hand and then down into his pubic hair.

I didn't understand it.

I didn't understand why, he'd squirted so fast and in some strange kinda way, I felt cheated or whatever.

Whatever that means.

All I know is that what happened next, shocked me as well as him, as I slowly bent down to it, touched the end of it with the tip of my little tongue, tasting it, before I started sliding my warm wet tongue back and forth thought the wetness, that was there on the end of it.

Lick...............Lick/Lick......................................Lick/Lick/Lickinggg

" Aggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, what are you doing?"

I was so embarrassed, when I heard him saying that, that I jumped up and ran out of the bathroom, with the taste of his clear sweet pre-cum still in my mouth and believe it or not, I tried to hide, hide from myself and I didn't know why.

It was the very next weekend, that a perfect stranger, an older man this time, got me to go all the way with him right there in front of the urinals.

I don't even know what happened.

All I remember is that he was standing there next to me, while I was trying to take a pee and that he had his old cock in his hand and he was working it.

He waited until he was sure that I was watching him and then as he slowly turned around towards me he said, " You like it, don't ya?"

To be honest, I thought that it was mean looking and I could even see some of his dark pubic hair sticking out of the front of his pants and that made it even uglier.

But when I didn't answer him, he didn't care.

He didn't care because he already knew that he had me, that I was attracted to it and that for that moment in time, I was his now and he knew it.

He didn't waste any time, as he slowly reached around behind my little head and gently pulled me down to it. Holding it up to my mouth and waiting, waiting for what he already knew was gonna happen.

When I'd gone into the men's room, at the old city park, I'd had no desire, whatsoever, to suck on an older man's or even a boy's cock. But there I was again, with someone that I didn't even know and there he was holding his old warm cock out to me and trying to coax me into sucking on it.

My mind wanted to scream and tell him, "Nooo" but it couldn't.

It couldn't tell him "No", because he was holding it so close to my little mouth, that I could smell it and somehow he knew that that's what was attracting me to it.

The smell, the faint smell of pee that was still left on the end of it, after he'd peed with it all day and the next thing I knew, I was licking on the end of it, until almost all of the faint stale pee smell was gone.

" Oh shittttttttttt, lick it baby, lick it."..." Agghhhhhhhh."

Lick/Lick...................Lick......................................................Lick/Lick

I don't even remember slipping my little mouth down over the end of it, all I know is that one minute I was licking on it and the next thing I knew, he had it in my mouth and was trying to push it all the way down into my throat and he was gagging and choking me with it.

" Come-on baby, suck it, we both know that you want to."

He was right.

I did wanna suck on it and the next thing I knew, the older man had me sucking on the end of his warm hard boner, right there in front of the urinal's.

Slurp/Slurp........................Slurp.......................................Slurp/Slurp
Slurp..........Slurp/Slurp.....................................................Slurp/Slurp

I was so embarrassed by the tiny little sucking sounds, that I was making on it, as he got me to suck it. But I didn't know how to suck on one yet, without making those funny little sucking sounds, so I just tried not to listen to them.

I don't know how long I'd been sucking on it, when he started moaning and whispering, " You better stop, you better stop," but before I could stop and pull away from him, he moaned, " Oh shit, Oh shit, here it comes," and he pulled my head down onto it even harder and held me there, as it squirted, not once, not twice but 3 times into my warm sucking mouth and as I tried to pull away from it, he started more or less screaming at me, " Eat it, Eat it, Eat it you little cocksucker, Eat it," and without even thinking about what I was doing...I'd Swallowed.

Gulp/Gulp......................................................................................Gulp

"Oh fuck, Oh fuck, that's it baby, eat it."..." Agghhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Gulp

Just when he was pulling his warm cock back out of my warm sucking mouth, 2 of the older boys from my school walked in and as he was putting his old cock away, he looked right at them and said, " You got a problem?"

" No mister, we ain't got no problem."

And just as the 2 of them started arguing over who was gonna be doing me next and pulling me into the stall with them, he said, " Good," and then he just walked out the door and left me there with them.
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