I never expected what happened to happen. It wasn't planned. I wasn't even looking for it.

I was just walking my dog along the beach and needed to take a piss. I tied him up to the ring in the wall and walked into the toilets, pretty large and old with tiled floors, old wooden doors and porcelain sinks hanging on the wall in a separate area together with a couple of grubby showers people used to wash off the sand. None of the modern facilities of fitted units, stainless steel and shining chrome. They had the smell of something vaguely unpleasant but at the same time exciting, like a long forgotten memory that was trying to resurface.

I stood there, cock in hand and started to relieve myself, the steady stream of yellow liquid cascading onto the old porcelain of the upright urinals. A man stood pissing at a urinal on an adjacent wall. As is so often the way, we totally ignored each other, in case either should think the other to be gay and coming on to them.

He finished, shook, zipped and left. Never even washed his hands the filthy bugger.

And then a boy walked in rapidly. He walked straight up to the urinal 2 away from me, unzipped and started to piss. Oh the joy of youth not to have to wait those few seconds for everything to relax enough for the flow to start. I am only 42 but I still have to wait for those internal muscles to allow things to start.

Not this boy. As soon as he had his cock out he started. He was only about 11 or 12, no inhibitions, no hang-ups, just get it out and pee. How I envy youth. Whoever said "Youth is wasted on the young" was so right.

I finished and went to wash my hands at the old sinks through the archway. The hand drier was as good as useless, an insipid little gnat's fart of air that wouldn't dry a drip in the desert. I pulled out a paper hankerchief and used that instead.

As I went towards the door, I saw the boy was still standing there, pulling frantically at the front of his jeans. He looked over at me, red in the face, obviously embarrassed.

"The zip's stuck," he said, "honest!"

I guess he thought I would think he was having a wank. Who cares, we've all done that in public toilets, right?

"That's OK," I said. "Do you need a hand?"

He sort of shrugged and made that gesture of "I don't know what to do" with hands out, palms up. He had already tucked his cock away so there was nothing to see.

Now I've had the occasional gay fling, I've even thought about (as in "wanked thinking about") boys, but I've never, ever done anything with anyone so young. It has just been a bit of a fantasy. So I knew I wouldn't do anything wrong with this boy, just try and help him.

I went over to him and said "We had better go by the sinks in case someone else comes in and they get the wrong idea."

"OK mister. Er, you won't ... you won't ... er ... "

"It's OK son, I won't do anything except try and get your zip sorted out. Is that OK? Do you trust me to do that for you, cos if you are not happy then that's fine and I'll just go on my way. No problem."

He thought for a moment and obviously reckoned I was "safe". God knows I thought I was safe with him.

We went through to the area with the sinks and showers, round the corner a bit so we could not be seen by anyone just coming in for a piss. I did think about going into one of the cubicles but then I thought if we did get caught it would look even worse, so opted for the out-in-the-open approach.

I knelt down in front of the lad, took hold of the front of his jeans and had a quick tug at the zip, up ... then down ... then up again, but nothing was moving. The flap of material behind the zip was well and truly stick in the teeth and it would need a pair of pliers to get it free.

"Sorry," I said. "It's really stuck. Do you live far away, can you get home OK with the zip open like that?"

"I don't even live here," he said. "We are on holiday and mum and dad have gone off for the day. I said I would be fine on the beach on my own. I've made a couple of friends on the campsite we're staying at but they've gone off now as well."

"When are your parents due back?"

"Not till about 6 I guess. They said they would pick me up by the kiosk." I looked at my watch, it was only 2.30.

"Well look, I only live up the road over there, you are welcome to come back with me and I'll sort out your zip with some pliers and you can walk back down to the kiosk for 6 o'oclock ready to meet your mum and dad. How does that sound?"

He obviously trusted me because he agreed without a second thought. We left the toilets, him hugging his coat around him so no-one would see his open fly, I retrieved my dog which he patted and made a real fuss of and we headed off to my home.

"What's your dog called?" he asked. Typical, ask the dog's name, not mine.

"He's called Bobby and he's 5 years old, I'm Ian and you are ... ?"

"My name's Sam. Oh, and I'm 12."

So now we all knew each other and still I was thinking of nothing more than helping this lad. Well, I would be lying if I said I hadn't thought about him that way at all while I had my hand in his fly and brushing against the front of his underwear but I really didn't think that anything would happen like that.

Just a 5 minute walk and we were at my home, a small bungalow, only 2 bedrooms, small gardens front and back. I've always lived in my own, had a few liaisons here and there along the way but nothing more serious than someone staying with me over a long weekend or so. Bobby had a few laps of water from his bowl and headed for his basket where he curled up an started to snooze.

My home is my refuge. My things, where I want them and no-one else to mess them up, move them or introduce things I don't want. I am a selfish bastard like that and I guess that's why I've never settled down with anyone.

Sam's eyes were all round the place, checking out the furniture (not new but not too bad), the TV (large and flat with good surround sound), books, CDs, DVDs, newspaper thrown on the coffee table next to this morning's almost empty coffee cup (I never said I was perfect!).

I said "Grab a seat and I'll find some pliers for that zip." He sat on the couch, tentatively, not sitting back and relaxing, keeping his hands crossed in his lap to hid his open fly. He obviously felt the strangeness of the whole situation.

I headed for the utility room and got some pliers and a small can of vaseline to help release the zip.

When I came back into the lounge a couple of minutes later he looked a bit more at ease. His hands had moved from his lap and he was sitting back a bit against a cushion.

"OK, let's see that zip again then."

He stood and I knelt in front of him again. Anyone looking in the window would definitely have jumped to the wrong conclusion!

I grabbed the tab with the pliers and pulled up. Nothing. I pulled down. Nothing. He looked crestfallen.

"Well, the only other thing I can try is if you take them off I can get a better grip. How do you feel about that?"

He could see I really was trying to help with the zip and I had made no advances at all, so why not. He undid the button above the zip and slipped them down. He couldn't get them off over his trainers so he shucked them off as well and handed me the jeans.

Bobby looked up lazily from his basket, decided nothing of interest was going on, and went back to snoozing.

I took Sam's jeans over to the table and it was about now that I started to feel something stirring in my own jeans. The warm denim in my hands, the boy stood there in a T-shirt and jockeys, sports socks on his feet. I tried to put these thoughts out of my mind. I tried, really! Those tight little royal blue jockey pants with something inside that suddenly really interested me.

I opened the jar of vaseline and took a little on the tip of my index finger, rubbing it over the teeth and around the stuck zipper. Grabbing the tab with the pliers and the bottom of the zip between thumb and fingers I tugged, waggled, pulled, jerked and finally the zipper popped down, releasing the fabric from between the teeth. A little more vaseline on the teeth to ensure it would slide easily after all the pulling and tugging and it was as good as new.

"There you go Sam. All fixed."

"Gee, thanks Ian. That's great."

I handed him the jeans across the table. He almost snatched them out of my hand and in doing so knocked my coffee cup over, spilling the dregs of this morning's drink over the back of his jeans.

"Oh shit!" he yelped. Then realised what he had said, went very red, and said "Sorry. I didn't mean to say that. But that's even worse now. What am I going to do?"

"Look," I said. It's not yet 3pm, we've got 3 hours before you've got to meet your parents and I've got a tumble dryer. We can sponge off the coffee and bung them in the dryer. They'll be all done by 4. Plenty of time. How does that sound?"

"You really are being great. That would be excellent. Thanks so much."

"That's OK. We've all had days like this at one time or another. Are you OK in just your jockeys until then? I've no clothes that will fit you I'm afraid. You could borrow my dressing gown by it might be too hot."

"I'll be fine if you don't mind me hanging around for an hour or so dressed like this. Or rather undressed like this." He smiled for the first time since I first saw him walk into the toilets by the beach.

We both laughed and suddenly everything seemed totally relaxed between us.

The sound of laughter caused Bobby to raise his sleepy head again. Still nothing of interest so he decided licking his balls was a good idea.

Sam said "Why do they do that?" with a bit of a disgusted look on his face.

"Well wouldn't you if you could?" I said. Sam looked at me surprised that I should say something like that.

"What do you mean?"

"Look, you are young yet so I don't expect you know much about that sort of thing. Let's just say that guys like having their cocks played with, that much you must have discovered already, and one of the ways they like having their cock played with is when someone licks and sucks it. Have you heard of a blow job?"

"Er, yes." Sam said hesitantly. "But I don't really know what it is. Like you say I know it is something about sucking a guy's dick but I don't really understand why."

I wondered just how far I should go with this conversation. I still felt very protective towards this sweet lad. I decided to change the subject instead.

"Let's get your jeans sponged off and in the dryer or they'll never be ready for you to meet your folks." We took his jeans into the kitchen, sponged off the spilt coffee, checked the pockets were empty (why do boys have such a lot in their pockets?), bunged them in the dryer and set it for 45 minutes.

"Do you want a drink, Sam?"

"That would be good. Have you got Coke or Sprite or something like that?"

"Sure, I've always got Coke to go in my Vodka. And before you ask, no, you are not having any Vodka. You can have Coke and ice and be happy, OK?" Laughter again.

I poured the drinks and we headed to the lounge again, settling down on the sofa with our drinks and I reached for the TV remote.

"So what is a blow job really?" Sam asked out of the blue!

Oh shit, I thought. Do I really want to be the cause of his loss of innocence? Well if it wasn't me then it would be someone else who might not be so concerned about his well-being.

"If you really want to know I can show you some stuff on the computer. How about that. But if you are not comfortable with any of it you must say and we will stop."

"Great." He was off the sofa and ready to follow me in an isntant.

"Let's start with the basics. Do you masterbate?"

His face fell. His eyes looked to the floor. His cheeks went bright red. He shuffled his feet.

"Judging by your reaction, you do. Don't be embarrassed or ashamed. All guys do it, often starting at 10 or 12 years old and going on throughout their life. So don't think you are the only one who has ever done it. I do it, you do it, your dad does it. All guys do it. So you grab hold of your dick and rub it up and down and it feels really nice. Can you cum yet?"

The look on his face showed his confusion at the question. I tried again.

"When you masterbate do you squirt a bit of whitish creamy stuff, spunk?"

"Sometimes I squirt a couple of drops of thick sort of creamy clear stuff. Is that what's supposed to happen?"

"Yes, that's exactly what is supposed to happen. That's why men wank, you know, masterbate. Well there's lots of ways to make that happen. You can rub your cock up and down like you do already, you can use something to make you excited like pushing up against a washing machine when it's shaking around, you can get someone else to rub it for you. Or you can get someone to suck on it for you and that can do the same sort of thing."

He still looked a bit confused. "OK, let's head for the computer and I'll show you what I'm talking about."

We went into the little second bedroom which I used as my office/computer/music room. The Mac was always on so booted up Firefox and went to a regular porn site I like, clicked through to the blow jobs section and then to movies. The page showed lots of pictures of guys getting blown - by girls, by guys, even by themselves. I picked a girly one and clicked on it to play the movie.

Sam's face was a picture. His eyes were wide as saucers, his jaw was slack and his hand went straight to front of his jockeys, squeezing and pulling at his dick. "Wow ..." was all he could say. Eventually adding "Their cocks are huge!!!"

"Don't worry about that," I said. Only guys with very big cocks get into these films so don't think everyone else is that big. Very few guys have such big cocks. I'm sure yours will grow to a very respectable size by the time you are mid to late teens."

The movie showed a girl pulling back the guy's foreskin and putting the head in her mouth, then you could see her cheeks being sucked in as she sucked, slurped and bobbed on his cock. Sam's cock was getting noticeably bigger, even behind his hand and his jockeys. It was sticking up almost out of the waistband and his hand was now gripping it firmly and rubbing it up and down almost without realising what he was doing.

"Are you circumcised?" I asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you see how this guy has skin that pulls forward over the head of his cock? Have you got skin like that?"

"Yes," Sam answered. "Hasn't everyone?"

"No. Some boys have theirs removed when they are still very small babies. It is to do with their religion and things and their parents believe that is the right thing to do. When they have it removed it is called 'circumcision'. It heals very quickly and because they are babies when they have it done, they don't know anything about it really."

"Have you been circum ... what was it?"

"Cricumcised. No. I've still got my foreskin as well." Watching the guy on the computer getting a blow job I was getting quite horny myself. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. "Do you want to see?"

"Can I?" he asked excitedly. "Go on then."

I undid my belt and clip, unzipped the fly and slid my jeans down. My cock was swollen but not yet really hard, but was very obvious in my tight-fitting boxers. Sam's eyes went from saucers to dinner plates as I slid my boxers down and revealed my hardening cock. At 7 inches I guess I am pretty average but to Sam I was as big as the guys on the computer.

"Wow," he said again. I wrapped my hand around the shaft and gently pulled back so the foreskin stretched over the growing head and slipped behind it. Then slowly eased it forward again to cover it. I moved it back and forwards a few times like a slow wank to show Sam exactly what I meant.

"Is that what you do?" I asked. He nodded. "Do you want to show me?" He thought for a minute then nodded. He pulled the front of his jockeys down to reveal his cock, a beautiful almost hairless cock standing so straight up it almost touched his belly and the cutest pair of balls below with just the slightest hint of dangle about them. The merest whisps of the start of pubic hair were starting to sprout just above his cock. It was the most gorgeous sight I have ever seen.

He followed my lead by grabbing his cock and rubbing it up and down but whereas I had done it gently, slowly, enjoying every moment of the sensations it caused, he grasped his tight, rubbing frantically like he was trying to make fire.

"Slow down Sam. It's not a race. It's for pleasure so slow down and enjoy every bit of the feelings it gives you." We stood there facing each other, slowly wanking our cocks. Sam looked very pleased with himself, like he was learning what he had always wanted to know but had never known what to ask.

We glanced across at the computer again just in time to see the girl take her mouth off the guy's purple red cock as he exploded cum all over her face. She rubbed him across her mouth, over her nose, pressing him flat against her cheek and still he was oozing cum.

"Wow ..."

"Can't you say anything else?" I teased him.

"I never make that much," said Sam.

"I keep telling you Sam. Don't worry about what you see in films or on the computer. Normal people don't produce that much cum either. Usually just a few squirts. I expect you produce a couple of drops now and in six months you'll produce a few squirts and by the time you are 20 you will make a good amount of cum."

"Are you going to cum?" he asked me.

"Well I can do ... "

"Oh, go on, I want to see how much you cum." he blurted out before I could finish my sentence.

"OK, but only if you help me."

That brought a look of almost fear to his face. "I only mean for you to rub it for me or if you feel like it you could suck it a bit like the girl in the film. Just because we may play with each other's cocks doesn't mean we are gay or anything. It just means we are having fun. How about it then?"

He reached out tentatively and touched the tip of my now hard cock, fascinated by the clear pre-cum which was starting to leak a little. He moved his finger away and drew out a strand of pre-cum like a spider's web. He giggled - such a sweet sound. "Mine does that sometimes."

"That's pre-cum, it's like your cock and balls and getting ready to really enjoy what's coming next. Have you tasted it?"

"Yes. It's sort of sweet and sticky. I actually quite like it."

"Well then, don't waste mine. Why don't you lick it up." He looked into my eyes as though he was trying to decide whether I really was OK or not. He made up his mind. His hand wrapped around the shaft as his tongue stretched out and touched the sticky tip of my cock. My cock lurched at the touch. His head jumped back. Still gripping my cock with his hand he giggled again and moved his face forward again. His mouth opened, his tongue brushed over the slit in my cock and then he moved forward, engulfing the head with his mouth, closing his lips behind the head and sucking gently.

I thought I would explode on the spot. I couldn't believe that just an hour or so before I had been walking Bobby on the beach with not a care in the world. And now I was here with the cutest 12-year-old boy sucking my cock.

"Stop ... stop ... stop Sam." I almost yelled. He looked scared that I spoke so sharply to him but pulled away, letting go of me. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you but I was about to cum and didn't want to cum in your mouth 'cos I didn't think you were ready for that yet. Pass me that box of tissues there and then you can rub me up and down until I cum."

His face relaxed as he realised he had done nothing wrong and reached for the tissues. I pulled a couple out and as he started to rub up and down my rock hard cock I held them just in front so they would catch the cum but he could see what was happening.

"Here it comes," I said and with that my body tensed, my balls lurched, my cock reared and out spured 5 or 6 thick jets of white creamy cum, most of it going into the tissue. Sam know from his own wanking that it was pretty much over so stopped rubbing me and gently let go. My softening cock sank down to point at the floor instead of the ceiling and my breathing relaxed, becoming more regular.

"Wow. That was loads."

I smiled that satisfied smile of knowing that I had impressed someone with my sexual prowess - even if it was a pretty naive 12-year-old boy.

"Do you want to cum?"

"Yeah." he almost breathed.

"OK. Do you want me to help you like you helped me?" He looked a little unsure but nodded.

I knelt down in front of him for the third time that day, but this time it was for the best reason so far. My hand reached out, almost trembling with excitement, and gently cupped his balls between my fingers and thumb, gently rolling them around being careful not to hurt him. Moving my hand round slightly I held his balls in my palm and reached my fingers and thumb up around his cock.

He felt so smooth, silky smooth, and yet hard like a pointing finger. God, my cock was reacing again already. That almost never happened. I liked a good rest between sessions but this youngster had me as horny as hell.

My fingers gently pulled on his foreskin, sliding it back. It stretched tightly over the head of his cock then slid back revealing the engorged beauty of his glans. I was fascinated by the beauty of him as I slid the skin back and forth. Without even realising it, he had started to gently move his hips in time with my fingers, almost imperceptibly humping my hand.

I lowered my head and took just the tip between my wetted lips, sliding him gently across my mouth from side to side, then slid my mouth forward down the shaft until he was completely buried in my mouth, the tip just reaching the back of my throat, causing my throat to open but not gag, and I moved forward further, opening my mouth wide sucking his balls in as well.

Sam was squirming with pleasure. He didn't know what to do. He just writhed as he stood there. I could see his stomach muscles tensing, reacting to every touch my mouth made on his cock and balls.

My hands reached round behind him, taking the tight muscles of his ass in my palms, my fingers reaching between his cheeks, kneading, squeezing, fondling. My middle finger found his anus and as I massaged it he suddenly took three very sharp intakes of breath and his whole being when rigid.

I moved my mouth back so my lips were around the shaft and my tongue played over the head just as he lurched and I felt, then tasted, his cum as it spat onto my tongue.

He froze for 30 seconds or more, then exhaled. As he relaxed and moved, his cock rubbed on my tongue and he jumped at the touch. He giggled. "Wow! That was fantastic!" He almost shouted the words.

Then, realising he had just cum in my mouth, he gabbled "Oh, Ian. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to cum in your mouth, I just couldn't help it. I couldn't stop. I'm really sorry."

I held up my hand to quiet his babbling. "Don't be sorry. I knew you were about to cum and if I didn't want you to cum in my mouth then I would have moved. I wanted you to cum in my mouth. It really was fantastic. You tasted wonderful. Thank you."

Relieved that he hadn't upset or offended me, Sam relaxed and let the wonderful afterglow feeling spread over him. He pulled up his jockeys, now looking a little embarrassed at what had just happened, but he could not get the grin off his face. And neither could I.

I dressed again, quit the website and we headed for the lounge again.

I looked at my watch, it was 4.15. The tumble dryer had stopped, his jeans dry. We sipped our Coke.

Sam was obviously thinking. Finally he said, "I'm here for another week yet. Can we do this again? Please?"

Now it was my turn to think. God I wanted to. But did I want to take the chance again with someone so young. Hell yes.

"Look Sam, what we have done here must be an absolute secret. You cannot tell anyone. Not your mum and dad, not your friends at school, not even your best friend in the whole world. It must be our secret. Do you understand."

"Of course I do. I'm not completely stupid, you know. I know that I shouldn't be doing this sort of thing with a man like you. If I told anyone they would say I was gay and I'm not. Really I'm not. I just really enjoyed it so much and you can show me so much more. And it's only for a week or so while I'm here on holiday. Oh, go on, say yes."

What the hell.

"OK. I'll be walking Bobby along the beach again tomorrow about 2-2.30. If you really want to play some more then that's where you'll find me. If you change your mind and don't turn up then that's fine. We had a really good time today, so thank you for that."

Sam got dressed, giggling at how warm his jeans felt as he pulled them up.

I said I would walk him back to the beach so he would be there ready to meet his parents when they returned but he said he would be fine.

Saying goodbye at the door was a bit awkward. It felt like we should kiss or something but neither of us wanted that. Shaking hands would be far too formal. So he almost skipped down the drive, turned and waved with that cheery grin all over his face. "Bye Ian. See you again I hope."

"Bye Sam. We'll see, eh."



To be continued ... You tell me!

 

wow nice

 

Very good story,

I know a lot of people look down on and older guy hook up with a young one, but having been that young guy once in my life I can say honestly it’s not always a bad thing. I think child molestation is horribly wrong, and that the people who force sex on anyone should be severely punished. That being said I also believe that if both parties are willing participants there’s no harm done, as was the case in my own life.

 

Good story. Molesting a kid isn't right but i know when I was 11 I was curious about guys and sex and didn't mind when an older guy showed me all about it. I didn't feel molested. Nah, I felt relieved and was glad it happened.

 

great story. Wow I have some serious precum now

 

that was awesome,cant wait for the second part

 

WOW, Very good story. Brings back memories of a friend and me when I was 13 and he was 22. We both enjoyed each others company, so we also enjoyed boy - man sex together too.
Would love to hear more about the following week.:satisfied:

 

Even though i'm straight, i somewhat liked the story it was...intriguing. couldn't get off to it but thats probably b/c i'm not into guy/guy. but i would be interested in reading part two if you have it.

 

HOT

Having been the "boy" years ago in a similar situation, I can relate to this really well. It was exciting then and it was absolutely consensual. I was a bit older, 14, and had a small cock but marveled at his which was about 6" and I thought it was huge. Difference was we were both cut. Hope to read more.:excited:

 

my first time was when i was 13 and the guy was 35,i still remember i couldnt beleive the size of his cock,but he managed to stick it in me every where.and i loved it....

 

I AGREE

I agree, I had an experience somewhat similar, in that a man, taught me how to give him a blow job, and swallow his cum. While it is and was considered child molestation, I haven't been damaged in the sense that society has said. I got over it, had plenty of women since, and more than a few men, and I LIKED IT ALL!!!:rose:

 

nice...

 

that is mesed up! go to hell becuse god does NOT love u!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Fuck Yes! Continue!

 

Very well written. It brought back luscious memories of my many similar experiences, except I was the kid who seduced the men.

I only had a very small cock at that age but I was able to take anything they had.

There's no better feeling in the world than having a huge cock (or any cock) come inside you. I imagine women feel similarly about it.

LET'S HAVE THE NEXT INSTALLMENT!

 

Can't wait to read part two!

 

there already is, check his other threads

 

young old

that was hot, had a 35yr old teach me when i was 15 loved it

 

that was hot

 

man/boy

I enjoyed the story and I am not a pedophile either but it got me hard reading it! It reminded me of my first blowjob when I was 14 years old.
I was at the municipal swimming pool in my home town in Alabama. I had been there most of the day watching the girls and getting a hard on then jumping into the water til it went away. I finally decided to go home so I went to the dressing room/shower room. I was alone so I was playing with my cock and was rock hard. I was into it so intently that I didn't hear the door open. I suddenly heard a grown up say "That's a pretty big peter on a boy so little. I am rather large. Well he scared me so I immediately dressed and left for home.
I was walking down the road and heard a car slowing down until it stopped alongside me. The man driving was thje same guy I encountered in the shower. I noticed that he was in a Police car. He asked if I would like a ride home. Well I really wanted to ride in a police car so I accepted his offer. He continued down the road til suddenly he pulled off the road into a place where all the kids went to neck.
He asked me if I would mind showing him my peter. That's what we called it back then. I was embarrassed but agreed to do it. I pulled it out and he immediately took it in his hand and massaged me for a minute or two. I became rock hard so he leaned over and took me in his mouth and began to suck me off. I only lasted about two minutes before I exploded in his mouth! He swallowed all I spent into his mouth.
He then asked if I would do for him what he had done for me. By now I was really into the moment. His cock was huge to me and as i took it in my hand he was suddenly rock hard. I leaned over and smelled him before I took him in my mouth! He smelled so sexy. I took all that I could in my mouth and did what he had done to me. He held my head to him and tried to force his cock further into my mouth but I was unable to take much of him. After about five minutes he became even harder as he began to explode in my mouth. I could only allow him to unload in my mouth. I continued sucking until he released my head. I immediately spit his load out the window as his load tasted salty and unpleasant. He told me that I would get used to the taste. I didn't know how true that was! He eventually drove me home.
I began to think of what had happened that day and remembered another man who owned an upholstery shop who had tried several times to get me into his back room. Well I walked down to his shop and this time I surprised him by agreeing to accompany him. He wanted to fuck me in my ass but all I was interested in was his cock. I dropped to my knees and took his cock in my mouth. I sucked on him for what was probably ten minutes and my jaws were beginning to ache. Then he took my head in his hands and held me fast while he was unloading in my mouth. He continued to hold me in place even after he finished cumming. I couldn't do anything about it as he was too strong for me. I eventually swallowed his load. Then he released me. His load tasted better than the policeman had. I then remembered what the policeman had said
From that day until I graduated from high school and joined the U.S.Army I continued to suck both of them and they both would suck me.
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