My hand shook as I moved to ring the doorbell. I was at the home of an older man, 62 years old according to his profile online. Forty years older than me, so well past old enough to be my father. I'd seen some blurry pictures of his face and body. What had brought me here were the pictures of his thick cock and his dirty messages. We had been talking online for a few months. It had started as most of these conversations d...