This incident happened not long after I moved into my first house. I was in my mid 20's when one Saturday there was a gentle knock on the door. I was in the middle of washing up some dishes, so quickly dried my hands and opened the front door. I found a man who was probably in his early 50's, he had white hair, was slightly shorter than me and was about average build. He smiled and politely apologised for disturbing me on a weekend but was in the area doing some work for a local charity. We chatted for a few minutes and I listened to his sales pitch, more so out of politeness and was waiting for the chance to say thanks but no thanks when he handed me a information pack and started asking a few questions. I answered them honestly (again out of politeness) but found them becoming increasingly more personal. He asked if my girlfriend or wife was in, to which I replied that I had neither and that I lived alone. He paused for a moment and then said that they're more trouble than they're worth. I laughed and said, yes but they have their uses I suppose. He went a little red and agreed, before adding that there were always alternatives. At this point my heart skipped as I thought he was making some sort of move on me. I asked he fancied coming in for a tea or coffee, he thanked me and said why not.

We chatted some more in the kitchen as we drank our drinks, this was then I took a chance and started making some suggestive comments to him, to see how he would react. I had always been drawn to older men, I suppose it's probably linked to not having a father or father figure in my life growing up. As I grew older and became sexually active I found myself drawn more to men than women and would often find myself going home with an older gent if I got lucky on a night out. It wasn't something I flaunted, it was discrete fun to try and quench my ever growing thirst for them.

I was pretty sure this guy was interested in me and I could sense he was slowly getting the message that I was available to. I would notice his eyes dart down towards my crotch and I would make sure he would see me doing the same. The tension was building in the kitchen so I decided to make my move and inched closer to him. His legs were slightly apart and I slower walked forward and put my left leg between then whilst pretending to reach behind him and grab the information pack "let's have a closer look at this again" I said as my hand reached forward and cupped his balls through his trousers.

Instantly I felt him respond to my touch as his cock started to harden. I rubbed it gently and continued to look straight ahead at the kitchen wall. I waited and soon felt his hand start to touch my cock. "I thought you might be one of us" he said as we both stood in the kitchen rubbing one another. "Do you often do this to strange men that knock on your door" He asked. I laughed and said "Not really, but I think you're just my type". At that moment we turned and looked at each other and started to kiss slowly. He tasted good and both our cocks started to really harden when we did this. "You like older men do you boy" He seductively asked. "I really do" I whispered as I leant in for another suck of his tongue. "Do you want daddy's dick?" he asked. At this moment I felt a bolt of lightening go through me. Those words triggered something deep inside me and I felt myself instantly become so turned on "Yes... I want daddy's dick" I whispered back.

I heard him start to undo his trousers and saw them fall to the floor. His cock was clearly rock hard now as his underwear struggled to contain it. He pushed down on my shoulders, instructing me to my knees, I didn't fight and found myself kneeling on the cold kitchen tiles. I didn't mind this as I was already tugging at his boxers. His cock was surprisingly big, I wasn't really expecting it to be so thick. He was uncut, really hairy and already the end of it was smeared in lovely sticky precum. He smelt of sweat and a little musty but I found myself enjoying the scent as I reached forward to grab it. I gave it a little rub before opening my mouth and taking him inside me. He tasted salty and the precum was quickly cleaned off his tip by my tongue. I heard him let out a groan and saw him lean back on the counter. I sucked him slowly, enjoying the taste and texture of his smooth cock in my mouth. "That's it, be a good boy and suck Daddy's dick" he said again. That phrase I thought. It turned me on so much and I was becoming desperate to please this man. A man who would be my fathers age. I pulled away momentarily and said "I want Daddy's cum" to which he grunted before pushing his hard cock back in my mouth.

I gagged slightly as he became a little aggressive. At first I was confused but quickly realised why, he was nearing the point of no return. I started sucking harder and faster, listening to his moans and breathing as his hips started to buck and then felt that familiar warm sensation hit the back of my throat. He was cumming and very hard at that. He let out a loud "Fuck" as his load was shot into me. I gagged again slightly as he pulled my head tight against his pubic hair. Making sure I received every last drop. I pulled away and gasped for air before returning to clean his prick up. He watched me with interest as his cock softened and his head was cleaned of all evidence of our act.

I stood up and he thanked me for that. We then kissed once more before he slowly reached down to put his trousers back on. He said he would be back next week to pick up the information pack and any donations I want to make. I smiled and said looking forward to it. I wanted to make a big donation myself, but it would have to wait another time...