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... hair stuck through the collar of his shirt. His face was weathered and his hair was gray. He had a bushy gray mustache, and I could see is hands were huge and calloused . I opened the door wider and asked him to come in. He stepped through the door and I lead him into the living room. He was standing about 6 feet from me and he turned and told me to come over to him. I moved closer and he said "You look like a cocksucker. Are you?" I was shocked that he talked to me like this in my own home. "Hey" I said "That's very rude". He said "Boy, I came here for a cocksucker and a cocksucker is what I'm going to get. You answered my ad and said you wanted to suck my cock. Only cocksuckers want to suck cock, so don't be offended if someone calls you that". All I could do was stand there embarrassed. He was right. I had answered his ad and I had told him that I wanted to suck his cock. But I didn't think he was going to actually call me a cocksucker to my face. "Why don't you tell me why you answered my ad?" He said. "I don't know" I replied unable to admit that I had dreamed of this for so long. "That's not true, is it?" he said. "If you want to suck my cock you're going to have to tell me you want to." "Ok, now what?" Here he is in my house telling me I have to ask to suck his cock? Really, am I going to let him dominate the situation? I thought he would come and be nice and work up to sex slowly, but that wasn't what was happening. Should I tell him to leave? I shouldn't be talked to ...

... like this in my own home. "Hey cocksucker, answer me when I talk to you!" he said in a loud demanding voice. "Do you want to suck my cock or not?" I was just about to tell him no when out of the corner of my eye I saw the photo of his cock on my laptop. I knew it was now or never. "Yes" I whispered. "What boy? Speak up. And call me Daddy" he said "Yes Daddy, I want to suck your cock" I said louder this time. "That's a god boy. I knew you were a cocksucker the minute I laid eyes on you." "Get on your knees for me boy" he ordered and using one of his big hands on my shoulder he began to push me down. I knelt in front of him staring at his crotch. "Unzip me boy" he said. I raised my hands to his zipper and pulled it down. "Now the belt" he said and and I opened his belt. "Tell me again what you want boy" He ordered. "I want to suck your cock" I said. Smack! His big hand slapped my face. "I told you to call me Daddy." "Tell me what you are boy." I wasn't sure what he meant at first but then I realized he wanted me to admit that I was a cocksucker. But that seemed so demeaning and degrading. Why would he do that? "Tell me boy. I want to hear it from you." "I'm a cocksucker Daddy" I whispered. "Good boy." he said and then told me to unbutton his pants. I undid his pants and they slide down his thick legs. He wasn't wearing anything under them and his soft cock hung down. The skin was all wrinkled and a nice light brown color. The head wasn't as dark as in the photo, but still much ...