I was at a leather bar in London more than 20 years ago ('The Backstreet' if you knew it then) - I was young and wearing a pair of leather shorts and black cotton vest with army boots. It was my first visit and I thought I looked good and I was after some sex. There was a big handsome muscular guy, well over 40 years old, he could have been 50, leather jacket, jeans, army boots and bushy moustache, sitting on a bar stool at the back of the room in the shadows. I hovered near him and eyed him up .... he smiled at me and I went over. We chatted for a bit. He was f***ing hot and I kept looking at the thick black chest hair sprouting out of his shirt and I couldn't help eyeing the nice bulge in his jeans. He smiled and said quite calmly 'You wanna blow me?' 'Yes please!' I said but way too eagerly. 'You stupid fuck' I thought but he grinned and he looked down at his groin. So I knelt down and he unzipped, pushed his jeans open just enough to let his cock and balls flop out and I got to work. He had strong legs which pinned me in and bushy black pubic hair. It smelled so good down there. It was a short stub of a cock but really fat with a big wrinkled foreskin and once he got hard, I found his knob was fat like a light bulb and he oozed loads of precum. I sucked for what seemed like hours, licking round under his foreskin, playing with his balls, lapping up the pre-cum, choking myself as I rammed my head down. He carried on drinking beer. A few guys came over to chat with him while I worked away at his meat. Everyone ignored me. It was like this guy was some kind of fixture and he always had some youngster chomping away at his groin and everyone was used to it. I just got on with my job and worked on his cock and balls as best as I could. Eventually, he put his hand on the back of my neck and very quietly told me he was going to cum and he held my head firmly in place while he shot his load. He didn't make a sound. He just kept quietly sitting there while he took his time and pumped his seed into my mouth. It tasted really good, quite salty and there was a LOT of it. But he held my head for a while longer than I was expecting and I thought 'Oh well. He wants me to clean his cock.' so I kept at it. Suddenly my mouth filled with warmth and lot of liquid. 'Shit' I thought ...... he's f***ing pissing in my mouth'. He was strong and he kept my head in place so I just swallowed and swallowed and kept swallowing until he'd finished. I was quite shocked I suppose because I wasn't expecting it, but it was really good and by then I was raging hard. I stood up, rather awkwardly. I'd been down on my knees between his strong legs for quite a long time. He smiled at me, patted me on the cheek, told me I was a good boy and sent me away. I never saw him again, but on reflection I guess he saw a young guy who was new at the bar and thought 'I'll have him'. And it was being used that was soooo f***ing hot. It wasn't the blowjob that got me hard. It was being used as a piss dump that got me hard. I loved the way he used me to satisfy both his need to drain his balls and to empty his bladder. He wasn't going to ask me. He wasn't in a hurry. He needed to cum and he knew he would need to piss after that. I was a nice young guy who he needed to use. What I wanted didn't matter. He needed to use me and he used me! As I walked away I sensed everyone thinking 'Yup. There's another one. Full up with cum and piss.' I bet that happened every week. I went into the dark room, took out my raging hard cock and got myself blown, but when I shot my load into an anonymous mouth for what was some really badly needed relief, all I could think of was that I'd just been totally used and how much I'd loved it. Now I am his age and I hope I can be as cool and commanding as he was ..... what a f***ing stud! Best day ever!