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Well this was many years ago before I started to dress. I was picked up in a park cottage in London by an old man. He was dressed in an ancient suit and turned out to be Jewish with almost no English and a strong Mid European accent.
He got a cab and took me to a vast building somewhere in the East End. He unlocked the door and took me down a long empty corridor into a vast almost empty office with an enormous leather topped desk on which sat just one old black phone.
He motioned me to sit on the seat and unbuttoned his trousers and dropped them for me to suck his cock. His legs were scrawny and riddled with varicose veins and his cock was veiny too. His underwear was clean but as old as his suit. As I sucked him I noticed the concentration camp tattoo on his arm. It brought home how old he had to be. Easily in his 80s and also frankly, incredibly ugly.Looks dont bother me as it happens though his legs took a bit of getting used to.
After a few minutes he motioned me to get up and bend over the desk for him to fuck me. I expected this to be disappointing. Oh no, he took me like a porn star ramming it in and pounding me with that veiny cock until I was moaning sluttishly and out of my mind with lust.
He finally bred me, oh such a thrill, so deep, and, yes, before we worried about HIV too, and then almost at once kicked me out.
I was in such shock that I could say nothing as the enormous door closed behind me. If I could have found the words I would have begged him on my knees to meet again. The whole experience was so spooky especially as I never found the building again as I wandered off in such a daze.
Never judge a book by its cover or a lover by his age or looks, was the lesson I learned that day.