Winter of 1984 - Toronto

I was an eighteen year old street punk who was always curious about older men. Thanks to Tony, I'll always seek out the older, mature man for the rest of my life.

I met him through a fellow street punk. It was a really cold evening and we had nowhere warm to spend the night. Alex spoke of an older guy who let him stay at his house sometimes. No strings attached. He said he didn't like going there because Tony was gay, but when you were stuck, sometimes there was no other way. This was one of those nights. As soon as Alex mentioned Tony was gay I got an immediate erection. I was looking forward to meeting this man.

It was about 11:30pm when Alex knocked on the big oak door. The wind howled and the snow came down in massive flakes as the door creaked open and we were greeted by the most beautiful man I'd ever seen. Tony welcomed us in with a very sophisticated and gentlemanly British accent. I took off my jacket and held it in front of my crotch. I was so hard I thought I was going to cum right then and there. Our eyes locked, and I could feel myself blushing as this lovely lovely man appraised me from head to toe. He took my hand gently and I swear I thought I was going to pass out. I glanced at Alex and there was no doubt he knew what was going on. He gave us both weird looks and then just turned and went upstairs. He had been here before and apparently knew what bedroom was his.

Tony took my coat and hung it on the rack by the door. 'Are you hungry by any chance?', he asked in his sexy, polite brogue.

'Kind of,' I responded shyly. I really wanted to tell him what I was truly hungry for - his lusciously lean, muscular and slightly hairy body. He donned a handsomely dark blue bath robe. His scent was that of a real man. No cologne or overbearing synthetic perfume, but the aroma of soap mixed with the slight hint of body odor and pipe smoke. Certainly not offensive smells to a horny guy like me. I found myself moving closer to him as he prepared a sandwich for me.

I stared at him and soaked in his wonderful features. 6' tall with a lean, trim physique. Not overly muscular at all. Long arms and torso. His hair was receding, yet revealed a nicely shaped forehead which represented maturity and life experience. His hair was all gray and I placed his age at about 60. Truly a man I could learn from and admire.

'Do you live here alone?' I asked meekly.

He looked me directly in the eye and replied, 'Yes I do, why do you ask?'

I stammered a bit, but eventually said, 'Because you're the most beautiful man I've ever met.' I could feel the heat between us as I neared even closer to him. We locked eyes as he put his arm around my waist and drew me tight against him. I took my trembling hand and brushed it against the stubble on his cheek. I was shivering now and he whispered in my ear that it was ok. We embraced and rocked for several minutes before meeting face to face once again. Our lips touched ever so gently, parting to allow our hot, wet tongues to seek each other out. My body went utterly limp. At that moment there wasn't anything I wouldn't have done for this man. His hardness ground against mine as we leaned against the kitchen counter and kissed for what seemed like hours. I was totally lost in lust and passion. My heart throbbed at the velocity of a hummingbird's beating wings and life became completely surreal. Sounds and smells were now enhanced by a million times and before long, Tony and I were completely nude, exploring every nuance of each other's body and soul.

This was not my first homosexual encounter. However, it may as well have been. The things this man did to my body as I submitted to his fingers and tongue sent me into the stratosphere. Cum dripped from the head of my massively engorged cock. My nipples were on fire as he nibbled one and tweaked the other with his experienced, deft fingers. I could feel my asshole tingling with outrageous desire as he just slightly brushed against it with his arm. I was his slave. Forever.

My new lover gently pushed me back onto the huge oak dining room table, pausing only to place a towel beneath my head to ensure I was comfortable. He smiled down at me lovingly before spreading my legs wide and kneeling down to rim my now burning anal canal. I moaned aloud as his expert tongue aroused the nerves around my eager sphincter. For 15 minutes Tony brought me to places I never dreamed possible. Before long, I looked at him and begged, 'Make love to me Tony, please?'

He kissed me gently. 'Are you sure?'

'I've never been more sure of anything in my whole life.'

'Is this your first time?' He smiled at me.

'Y-ee-s...,' I stuttered.

'I'm 8 inches in length John. It might be a bit painful at first.'

'I want to learn, I want you.' I glared at him in complete lust, grabbing him by the back of the neck and kissing his lips hard.

He nodded to the floor and I got down on my hands and knees. I was completely at his mercy now. I didn't turn around as I heard him open and close a drawer. Just then I felt a wonderful sensation around my hole. Vibrations. I could feel my anus open up as the vibrations made their way along my spine, sending chills up the back of my neck. He was feeding me a vibrator. What a feeling!! Nothing else mattered at that moment. The world could have collapsed in on itself and it wouldn't have mattered. I was already in heaven.

Just then the vibrations stopped. In their place was something very big. Hard like steel, it impaled me slowly. Much to my surprise, there was no pain whatsoever. Only pure joy. He had prepared me well with his expert skills. Entering me slowly, every half inch or so, he would tweak my nipples and stroke my achingly erect member. Before long, he was using long strokes and taking me like I had always wanted to be taken. I cried out loud, very loud. 'Oh Tony, take me baby. Teach me. I'm yours forever. Ohhhhhh....'

My lover's heavy breathing was contagious as we both panted and moaned. Every once in a while one of us shouting out some lustful comment.

This was sheer bliss. My mind reeled with euphoria. This was a drug like no other. The sensations on my prostate were indescribable. By now Tony was fucking me hard and fast. I knew he wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer, so I blurted out, 'Cum down my throat!' I guess this must have sent him over the edge, as he grunted very loudly, pulled out of me and waited until I turned to kneel in front of him. We both ripped the condom from his huge cock and I engulfed it in one swallow. As it reached the back of my throat, seed shot out of his prick like bullets from an automatic weapon. Just then I shot a wad of spunk all over his feet and legs as I beat myself. My orgasm lasting for what seemed like forever. I had never cum like this before. Never so much discharge.

Wave after wave of his semen was still making it's way down my stomach. I eagerly devoured his delicious cum and then let the last shot hit me on the lips so I could play it with it for a while. Tony stood there for what seemed like a very long time, looking down at me and shivering. The look on his face was one of sheer bliss. He helped me up from the floor and we kissed for a very long time. Slow, tender meaningful kisses. We laughed like children and drank in each others' smells, tastes and heat. It was the most beautiful moment of my life.

'I waited 62 years for this,' he said to me earnestly.

'I never thought it could be so good,' I responded.

Taking me by the hand, Tony led me upstairs to his bedroom. We didn't come out for three days.

I lived with Tony for 2 years, got off the street, finished college and have only looked back to think about the best lover I will ever have. God Bless you Tony. May your soul rest in peace forever.