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winter of 1984

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I was an 18 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.

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