When I lived in London had this regular session with this homeless guy in the little park behind John Lewis. The first time was was walking back from the Quebec, (pub) totally wasted. Early hours of the morning, summer & still very hot. He asked me for a light then asked me if I wanted to get fucked, even had a three pack of condoms. I told him yes but only if he lost the rubbers.
He asked me if I was sure then just dropped his trousers so I could get him wet, he was surprisingly (disappointingly?) clean. Short fat cock which he just hammered me with till he spunked. Absolutely no technique & no thought - brilliant :-).
Afterwards we talked & smoked for a bit sitting on the grass & he fucked me again. This time much slower, almost loving.. He said he was 38 though looked older, thin wiry & veiny with a LOT of track marks up his arms legs & groin. I gave him a £20 which was all I had on me though he said he didn't want it.
After that I saw him more or less every Saturday night/Sunday morning for more then a year, no matter what the weather (!) he'd just call me & I'd find him either in the park or under the porch bit at the doors to the back of the store. He always did the exact same thing, one rough fuck over in a couple of minutes, one slow, even sensual. Although I lived just a few streets away he wouldn't come back to my place. I saw him sometimes about during the day doing pavement chalk drawings etc but he'd never acknowledge me in any way (admittedly he might have been too high:-)
Then one day I didn't hear from him & while I looked never saw him again & that was that. Often wonder what did happen to him but no one ever seemed to know.