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By Anonymous
I used to hunt in the woods across the river, I would walk across on the
railroad bridge. One day after school I headed out for my hunting spot.
As I got closer it started snowing. I saw a lamplight in this
small farm house, I knocked on the door. A man in his early 60's opened,
"Come in! Come in! It's cold."
He offered me a cup of hot
Coffee and we chatted. He told a funny slightly "dirty" story and then I
told one. We were having fun.
As I got up to leave he stood up
too. I headed for the door and he followed. I had a slight hard on from
the last story, I guess he saw my hard cock through my Levies.
As
we got near the door he touched my Levies and rubbed my hard cock. He
unbuttoned my fly, pulled out my big cock and started jacking me.
I
was a horny teen and it felt exotic. With his other hand he took out
his big cock and then put my hand on it. "Stroke it in time with me." We
jerked each other off, I cum twice before he cum once.
I would
often stop in to see him and we would have a mutual jack off, he was not
gay. He said that was the only way he could finish. If he had a hard
cock in his hand like mine, he could eventually cum.
Now that I
am his age, I see what he means. My wife has been gone now for several
years. But now I have Viagra and Cock Rings. I use the STOP and GO
method. Wow!
Viewing By Accident
Anonymous
I was
walking home from school over 70 years ago and I needed to take a
leak--I slipped into this abandoned cow barn. I was quiet as I didn't
want anybody to see me.
I slipped around behind one of the
feeding troughs and was unbuttoning my pants--I saw a teenager across by
the old horse stalls. He was beating on his pud. I had no clue. I
watched him.
He had a look on his face of almost pain. He was
jerking faster and faster. Suddenly white stuff shot out and the
teenager moaned and grunted. He put his cock away and got a big smile on
his face.
He soon left, I watched him through a crack until he
was down the next street. I was young and curious as to what he was
doing. I pissed and then kept my little pud out. I started stroking the
flimsy little thing like he did.
I was amazed--it started to
grow. I first I was frightened but then I remembered the look on his
face as the white stuff shot out. I kept stroking like he did.
After
a couple of minutes I felt a tingle. I was scared and wanted to
stop--but I couldn't. I kept stroking faster and faster. My body grew
rigid, and then I got weak.
No white stuff shot out but I am
sure I had the same look of utter contentment that the teenager had when
he finished. Almost every day after school I would sneak inside.
Sometimes
I would catch him jerking off. When I watched my little cock grew. I
could hardly wait for him to finish and leave. As I got older my little
cock was no longer little.
And 6 years later, white stuff came
out of my cock too. I have been jerking off once in a while ever
since--I am over 76 now and am a widower.
I don't want to get involved so I am back to jerking.
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