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First Time But Not the Last

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Country Boy Age: 77 Posted on: 29 Jul 2003 1 comments
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My true story
At age 11 I was a naive country boy. My job was to ride my pony each day to the back forty pasture far from from civilization. I had to round up our herd of dairy cows and bring them back to the barn for milking.One hot day I pretended that I was an Indian from the Old West. I removed my clothes and rode bareback and naked. As we galloped through the meadow I was fascinated as I watched my little thing flop up and down. Then it began to grow bigger and bigger until it looked like a teat on a cow's udder.I grasped it in my hand and began to milk it---squeeze and pull, squeeze and pull. It felt wonderful. I couldn't stop. After a bit I thought that I had to pee. I dismounted and continued to squeeze and pull while my pony watched. Suddenly it happened. Thick white bullets shot out to the ground.In my innocence I had not a clue about what had happened. I was scared. I felt faint but I liked it. I knew that I would try that trick again and again and again.Now sixty-six years later I am neither naive nor innocent but I am still milking my cock to ejaculation every chance I get.