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... ad. I told him my stats and that I was able to host or drive to him. I told him how I fantasized about having a big Daddy use me as a whore. I also told him that I had never sucked a cock before but that his ad sounded like the type of man I was looking for to be the first. I even attached a few photos of myself. One of my face and one a full body photo, but completely clothed. I finished typing and my curser was hovering over the send button. I knew I wouldn't send it. I never do. But just as I was starting to move of to the delete button my finger pressed down on the mouse and my reply was sent. Oh Shit!! That was the first thought. The next was "Oh well, he'll never respond anyway." I began looking at other ads and it couldn't have been more than 2 minutes when a new email arrived in my inbox. I looked and saw it was from CL. I was scared and excited as I opened it. There was one attachment and the only thing he had written was: "Call me cocksucker", and his phone number. I opened the attachment and saw it was a photo of a hard cock. It looked massive. Thick with a big fat mushroom head that was almost purple. The piss slit was wide and precum was leaking from it. The veins running along the length of the shaft were blue and thick. There wasn't a lot of hair on the shaft but the balls hanging below were covered in a thick mat of curly gray hair. They were big and hung low. I could see his legs were thick and muscled. His belly hung down a bit and also was covered in a ...

... layer of gray hair. My mouth was watering as I looked at this beautiful specimen. I knew inside of myself that if ever I sucked a cock I wanted this to be the one. With trembling fingers I entered his number into my phone and pressed send. The phone only rang once. He answered in a deep voice and asked "Is this my cocksucker?" Barely able to speak, in a quivering voice I said "yes". He said "Good boy. Now give me your address" I told him where I lived and he told me it would take him about 45 minutes to get there. He told me I was to shower and shave and to put on a robe if I had one. Then he ended the call. What have I done? Shit, he's coming here and am I really going to be a cocksucker? How did I let this happen? My mind was going crazy. Should I call him back and tell him not to come? As all these thoughts ran through my head I looked back on my laptop to the photo of his cock. I knew I wanted it. I knew I had to suck it. I showered and shaved as he had told me and I got into my robe. Nervously I sat waiting for this man to come. I smoked a few hits off a joint to calm myself. That didn't work, so I had a shot of bourbon. I looked at the photo of his cock and told myself that this was the cock that I was going to suck soon. I heard his foots steps on the porch, then the doorbell rang. My legs were shaking as I walked to the door and with a trembling hand I opened it. In front of me stood a big tall broad shouldered man. His belly protruded over his belt line and wisps of gray ...