Quite a few years ago now, when I was in my twenties and thirties, I used to indulge in the excitement of sex with strangers. When I felt particularly bored, or horny, I would pay a visit to the local adult cinema in the city centre. I’d go prepared - loose fitting trousers and no underpants. This would allow easy access to any dirty old man who wanted to put his hands inside and play with my cock and balls. And I mean old; I had a preference for the more mature gentleman. No one under sixty-five usually got a look in. I would often encourage them, by turning away slightly, to put their hands down the back of my trousers and push a finger or two into my pre-lubed arsehole. I’d usually reward them by sucking their cocks until they came in my mouth or let loose a wad of hot spunk over my face. On rare occasions, if I felt really horny, I’d suck a cock until it was nicely lubed with my saliva and let them fuck me. The feeling of a nice hard mature cock sliding inside me was amazing, especially if the encounter ended with that familiar pulsating orgasm as they unloaded inside me. If the cock was particularly long, I’d bend forward slightly so that it prodded away at my prostate, which always resulted in me cumming too. If I was very lucky, I’d get a cheeky spank on my arse as well! On my way home I’d feel the warmth and stickiness of the spunk as it trickled down my inner thighs. I’m in my fifties now, and it’s been a long time since I had such an adventure, but I wouldn’t mind giving it a go again some time soon.