Telling a story of what really happened, it's my secret
OK, I'll tell. I was a teen at the time. I lived in a foreign country, where they speak Spanish. After school I had to go home. I didn't have any friends, and I didn't like the school I was attending. I stroked myself every afternoon. I left the house and went walking, first around the neighborhood, then I crossed the street over to another neighborhood I had never been in.
I walked past an small eating place, with two tables outside. At one table was an older man, with white whiskers. He followed me and asked me to come sit with him, he spoke some English, he said he had worked in Chicago. He asked me inside and we went through a door at the back into a living area. He said he liked me and wanted to suck me. He sucked me until I came, then he rubbed my face with his dick, and rubbed his dick against my lips and I opened my mouth and sucked him. He fucked me.
I never went back to that neighborhood. I never told anyone that I had been there or what I had done that afternoon. It's a secret from when I was a teen.
Wish I had that happen to me