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Author: mark_video Published: 10/15/2007 story views: 7219
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tummy. He said, “Good boy, you sure had a lot of cum saved up.” I kept my eyes closed and did not answer him. I just wanted to go home, now.
He then walked to the door and said, “I will be back in a little while.”
“No, WAIT.” I said. “You have to turn this machine OFF!”
But, he was gone and didn't hear me. The machine kept rubbing my cock very slowly up and down. My cock head was so sensitive that when it disappeared inside the cylinder I would moan loudly. Each time the cylinder swallowed my cock head it got so sensitive I started yelling out, “Stop this thing.”
Finally I was getting used to it and I fell asleep for a few minutes when I awoke the old man was back. I complained to him “You forgot to turn the machine off.”
He smiled and said, “No, I didn't, I wanted to keep your cock hard."
"See, it is still as hard as a rock.” Then he said, "Well, are you ready to do that again?"
I just laughed and said “No way, I have to go now.”
Now he laughed and said, “Oh, no, we just got started.”
I asked, “What???”
Then he sped the milking machine up faster and went and turned the dildo machine back on so it was fucking me again. My cock started to feel really good again. It was pulling on my balls again. Ohhhhhh Ahhhhhhh
He said, “We are going to drain ALL of the cum out of you before you leave.”
Ohhhhhh, I moaned out loud. He just laughed.
“All of my boys cum several times before they leave.”
I said “Huh? All your boys???”
He said, “Yes, I have a stable of boys.”
“A stable?”
“Yes I have 12 boys in my stable, you are number 13. And when you leave here, you are going to swear you will never come back. Then in about 2 weeks, when the moon is full, you will call me on the phone and ask if you can come and see me again. All the boys do that.”
The old man was chuckling to himself as he pinched my nipples again.
Shit, deep down inside, I knew he was probably right. I probably would be back.
And then he sped the milking machine up faster.
It suddenly occurred to me that next week was my friend Randy’s birthday. I wondered if he would like to walk down to the bar for a drink.
I realized that this old man had more than a hobby!
The End