Boxing Day present

I had to work over the holiday, which was pretty annoying, and it seriously cut down on my time to get seed.  I finally had a day off, and things seemed pretty stable at work, so I thought about putting my ad up on CL and seeing what bit.

About an hour later, and not a peep of interest.  I'm thinking of taking it down and going off to be a productive citizen when the doorbell rings unexpectedly.   I hurry to rush and put some clothes on, thinking it might be a delivery guy or some evangelists that I must politely shoo away, when I open the door.

He's late 40's hairy, italian, balding, jeans and a leather jacket.
"Hi, I came by to your place about a month ago.. was driving by.. mind if I come in?"
I let him in.  I try to excuse myself to go to the bathroom real quick, but he stops me.
"I just want to get my cock sucked, that cool?"
I nod vigorously, and get on my knees.  I open his fly and fish his cock out.. getting it hard in my mouth.
"Mind if I kick back?"
 He drops trou and sits on my couch.  I continue working on his cock.  IT's getting bigger.  6 inches.. 7 inches. 8 inches, slender and cut.  He's covered in nice fur.  I want him in me.  I drop my pants and let him see and play with my butt and hole.
"Fuck, I want to get you in a sling.  Wish I had time."
He's hard.  I'm gagging on his dick, slurping down his precum.  It's time to make my move.
I say the first full sentence since he came in the door.
"Can I ride it daddy?"
He nods, and I slick up my hole with baby oil and like the pro that I am, slide down his rod, taking it balls deep without pausing.  He gasps.  I start working on his cock with my ass muscles, doing the yoga poses and internal contractions needed to milk him.
"That's it baby, tighten up for me.. here it comes."
I take a hit of poppers.  Right nostril then the left.  I get my dick hard to the point of explosion but I don't go over the edge. I feel him thrust and start to spurt.
"Breed me daddy.."
He does, emptying himself in me.  It's a huge load, full of pent up holiday cheer.  I sit joined with him for awhile, doing the requisite milking of the last drops.  I gently disentangle myself afterwards, and clean him up and send him on his way.

It's a pretty typical experience for me these days.. but what has me so boned about it right now.. is that I can't remember any details of when he first bred me.  It's so amazing to get to the point where I am into strangers dumping loads in me.  All the cocks blur into some kind of idealized neo-platonic phallus - bottom boy magic, you might say.