I did n't ingest to recollect twice, the ad was crystallise about the cock size and the photograph was there to test it. It seemed very literal. We planned to meet at this little comic strip shopping centre. The guy would be in a BMW.

I got there and a white BMW was parked at the very end. When I got closer, he lowered the window and I saw him. He was a good-looking man with deep blue optic. But his greying hair turned me off. I ca n't do it with someone that is my don 's age. But I gave in to curiosity, I thought I needed to see his cock, was it really 8 column inch long ? He was married, like me, and we had no choice other than the car or a hotel room. He did n't like us renting a way as he was very concerned with concealment. This was a huge affair for him. He offered to hold me to this piddling storage facility where he was renting a outer space. We got there and after he parked the car in the storage room, he lowered the gate.

We moved to the back seat and started stroking each other. He unzipped me, pulled my knickers down and started sucking my dick and formal. He was good enough, nothing spectacular. I unbuttoned his shirt, his consistence was in outstanding anatomy given his age, I tickled his nipples and squeezed my hand down his trousers to reach his ass. A dainty, house and hairless butt cheek was near to the touch, but I had to see it too. My turn came to suck him, so, I unfastened his swath, pulled down his zipper and, as he lifted his hips up, I pulled his drawers down all the way. Well, if I was told that Christ came on earth for His second coming, I would have been less surprise ! In front of me was the most beautiful peter I had ever seen. A full 8 inches, thick as a wrestler 's wrist with gourmandize nervure running along its dark, rock-hard distance. The head was the size of a big purplish plum tree, the ridge around it was quite thick and well-shaped. His Lucille Ball were hairless and unbelievably huge, they could not fit them in my palm tree. I sucked and sucked public treasury he was all wet and slippery. My sole ill was I could not deep-throat, it was impossible to remove this big head as it jammed my esophagus.

As we needed more outer space to move, we got out of the car and I was going to lay brass down on the left side of the hood and on top of the left fender. I lubed myself well, but he added some more on my hole as well as on his dick. I liked he was considerate and did not want to bruise me. He knew he had to be mollify as his sizing was beyond unusual. He started teasing my asshole with his fingers. It was obvious he knew how to please a guy well. I wondered how many holes he had ripped in his life, but then I focused on the second. I was the prosperous one here, I did n't mind his white-haired hair anymore. His two fingerbreadth felt like a gentle practice taking me to high excitement levels. He stretched me well and then added a third finger. I thought I needed this as a overture to his prick. I pushed back and took all of them, with a piddling imperativeness signaling I was reaching my limits. But he was good. Just with his fingers, he almost made me cum. I knelt and sucked him again. I tried to deep pharynx with no success, but I was able to smudge his cock with that thick saliva a gagging throat can devote, the best lubrication.

'' Time to please you, boy, '' he said in a rather commanding tonicity and showed me the hood.

I turned and laid on my breadbasket anticipating a great screwing. He rubbed his cockhead along my crack, my lubrication worked well and he slowly pushed himself in my gob. It felt ... ful ... filling ... I pushed to dilute my hole and his dick just popped inside my brawniness band. My anchor ring was set up to crack up. This was the thickest question I ever took. I was stretched to my limit, but kept pushing to ease the pain from the ray of light that was following. The man did n't move at all, he stayed there with his tool ridge flush against my sphincter while stroking my butt and back.

'' I want you to possess a in effect prison term. I 'll take care of you, '' he responded in a comforting way while adding lube on his cock. He pushed more, maybe a couplet of his thick inches. I gasped and panted and moaned not knowing if it was infliction or pleasure that was taking hold. I could not agitate any Sir Thomas More, only sense impaled by a monstrous dick. He slid himself slowly in, then out a couple of inches and then again in taking his metre and stroking me. A couple more than times and I adjusted to the feeling. He kept penetrating me with wearisome and deep thrust until my ass juice drenched him well. I could differentiate he loved my ass. He started pounding me faster, all the way in and all the way out but never allowed his caput to total out of my ass. My sphincter was pumping him along the distance of his diaphysis. I was in 7th Heaven, a thick piston plowing my ass, a outstanding gentleman's gentleman giving me the greatest of pleasures. I felt my ass muscularity opening wide every time he pulled himself out and I pushed to hold back it wide capable every time he plunged in. This was the most harmonious fuck I ever had. The old guy and I had some sort of mental match.

He knew and applied all the trick. commencement he fucked me slow, then fast, then slow in but fast out, then fast in and slow out with a stab of disco biscuit when his 8 inches were sliding out of my ass. He slapped my ass a few times and asked if I was happy. I could only nod, I was out of breath. His heavy Ball were slamming on mine. They were so drenched with my ass sap, they made this funny noise and experience awkward when hitting my orchis. Then he turned a trivial to the side rubbing his putz against my left cheek before plunging deep, then he did the same on the other side. He pulled my cheeks apart and throw himself violently making me moan loud and tactile property infirm. He pulled my face up and then down respective metre while pumping in and out, thus rubbing himself on my fix 's top and bottom goal. I was losing ascendancy and fast. I came with several jet staining the front line left tyre. I could tell he enjoyed my muscle ring pulsating while I was cumming. He leaned over and hugged me, kissing my neck with his prick still plunged inside me. The guy was glad. He had given me the adept screw of all metre and he knew it.

'' Boy, I am going to break you the best orgasm you ever had, I have a secret, '' he whispered.

'' What is he saying ? He gave me the best orgasm already ... is he so old he forgot it ? '' I wondered.

But he knew what he was saying, I didn't.

He allowed me a distich of minutes to recover, his hard tool always in my ass. He pulled his hammer 's dick back till his midst ridge reached my muscle ring from the inside. He pulled just a little bit more till his thick ridge passed my sphincter and then pushed in just a niggling for the ridge to rub against my sphincter again but in the paired direction. I melted. He kept doing this rhythmically and fast. My knees began trembling, my anatomical sphincter locked in the overt position, my ass liquid started flowing down my thigh, my gumshoe throbbing but ineffectual to cum, I had no voice, just groan and busyness and an immense itch to let my inside out through my rectum. I had no concept of time during this strong-arm and emotional trial run, I was a delicate hatful with no self-command. With a groan from deep inside my lungs, I surrendered body and psyche to my ass wrecker.

How long this lasted, one second or one hour, is anybody 's guess. All I know is that my creation was elevated to a supreme level of orgasm. My first anal orgasm. I was dizzy and flying as if I were on drugs. He made me a cock-traveler, sitting on the flying cock-broom and never touching down. I was shaking like a female child in her firstly orgasm. I had to try very hard to breathe as I was under my expert plowman 's go turning my nervous system into a serial publication of little but constant paroxysm. The guy pulled out completely and came on my jam. He plunged again pushing his sperm inside. There was no way I could keep it in, my ass muscle was so dilated that let the jizz out immediately as soon as his plowing tool came out.

We dressed and he drove me to my car. When I reached my flat, I was still dizzy and watery. My underclothing was soaked with my juice still dripping out. I took a shower and exhausted as I was, I fell asleep in seconds. The next day, my muscle gang was still widely candid, this excitement was a huge load to have. I did n't go to work, I had to rest. I emailed the guy and thanked him. We planned another academic session for the abide by week, a session that was as fulfilling and dramatic as the first one, but no factor of surprisal. Regardless, I learned I should not judge a person from his age or looks .