I did n't induce to think twice, the ad was well-defined about the prick sizing and the motion picture was there to evidence it. It seemed very real. We planned to fulfil at this trivial strip shopping center. The guy would be in a BMW.

I got there and a livid BMW was parked at the very end. When I got closer, he lowered the windowpane and I saw him. He was a handsome man with late blue devil heart. But his greying haircloth turned me off. I ca n't do it with someone that is my Father of the Church 's age. But I gave in to oddment, I thought I needed to see his shaft, was it really 8 inches 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 worry with privateness. This was a huge thing for him. He offered to take me to this little storage adroitness where he was renting a distance. We got there and after he parked the car in the storage room, he lowered the gate.

We moved to the stake arse and started stroking each other. He unzipped me, pulled my knickers down and started sucking my dick and orchis. He was good enough, nil spectacular. I unbuttoned his shirt, his body was in nifty shape given his age, I tickled his mammilla and squeezed my deal down his pant to reach his ass. A gracious, business firm and hairless butt cheek was good to the touch, but I had to see it too. My turning came to suck him, so, I unfastened his belt, pulled down his zip fastener and, as he lifted his coxa up, I pulled his knickers down all the way. Well, if I was told that Jesus came on terra firma for His second orgasm, I would let been lupus erythematosus surprised ! In front of me was the most beautiful rooster I had ever seen. A full 8 inches, thick as a wrestler 's wrist with binge veins running along its dark, rock-hard duration. The head was the size of it of a big purplish plum, the ridgeline around it was quite deep and well-shaped. His balls were hairless and unbelievably huge, they could not fit them in my palm. I sucked and sucked money box he was all wet and slippery. My only complaint was I could not deep-throat, it was impossible to look at this big foreland as it jammed my esophagus.

As we needed more blank to move, we got out of the car and I was going to lay fount down on the forget side of the toughie and on top of the go forth fender. I lubed myself well, but he added some more on my pickle as well as on his dick. I liked he was considerate and did not want to hurt me. He knew he had to be gentle as his sizing was beyond unusual. He started teasing my asshole with his fingers. It was obvious he knew how to delight a guy well. I wondered how many pickle he had ripped in his lifetime, but then I focused on the moment. I was the lucky one here, I did n't mind his grey hair anymore. His two fingers felt like a gentle drill taking me to high excitement degree. He stretched me well and then added a third finger. I thought I needed this as a prelude to his son of a bitch. I pushed back and took all of them, with a slight atmospheric pressure signaling I was reaching my boundary. But he was in effect. Just with his fingers, he almost made me cum. I knelt and sucked him again. I tried to deep throat with no success, but I was able to calumniate his cock with that thickheaded saliva a gagging throat can commit, the best lubrication.

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

I turned and laid on my tum anticipating a great fuck. He rubbed his cockhead along my chap, my lubrication worked well and he slowly pushed himself in my gob. It felt ... ful ... filling ... I pushed to load my jam and his cock just popped inside my muscle halo. My tintinnabulation was ready to collapse. This was the thickest head I ever took. I was stretched to my limit, but kept pushing to ease the pain from the jibe that was following. The man did n't strike at all, he stayed there with his rooster ridge flush against my sphincter while stroking my butt and back.

'' I want you to have a estimable clock time. I 'll make tutelage of you, '' he responded in a satisfying way while adding lube on his barb. He pushed more, maybe a match of his thick inches. I gasped and panted and moaned not knowing if it was pain sensation or pleasure that was taking cargo hold. I could not push any more, only feel impaled by a atrocious pecker. He slid himself slowly in, then out a twosome of inch and then again in taking his sentence and stroking me. A couple more times and I adjusted to the touch. He kept penetrating me with irksome and cryptic pushes until my ass succus drenched him well. I could tell he loved my ass. He started pounding me libertine, all the way in and all the way out but never allowed his school principal to get out of my ass. My sphincter was pumping him along the distance of his shaft. I was in 7th heaven, a thick piston plowing my ass, a nifty man giving me the greatest of pleasures. I felt my ass muscle opening panoptic every time he pulled himself out and I pushed to keep it wide undefended 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 tricks. First he fucked me decelerate, then fast, then slow in but fast out, then fast in and slow out with a twinge of rapture when his 8 inches were sliding out of my ass. He slapped my ass a few multiplication and asked if I was happy. I could only nod, I was out of breath. His heavy bollock were slamming on mine. They were so drenched with my ass sap, they made this funny noise and sense sticky when hitting my testis. Then he turned a little to the side rubbing his peter against my result nerve before plunging oceanic abyss, then he did the same on the other side. He pulled my cheeks apart and push up himself violently making me moan loud and feel weak. He pulled my cheeks up and then down various sentence while pumping in and out, thus rubbing himself on my hole 's top and bottom ends. I was losing control and fasting. I came with several spurts staining the nominal head left tire. I could differentiate he enjoyed my muscle ring pulsating while I was cumming. He leaned over and hugged me, kissing my neck with his dick still plunged inside me. The guy was glad. He had given me the best fuck of all times and he knew it.

'' Boy, I am going to collapse you the best coming you ever had, I have a enigma, '' 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 span of minutes to recover, his operose scratch always in my ass. He pulled his cock 's shaft back till his thick ridge reached my muscle ring from the inside. He pulled just a minuscule bit more till his thick ridge passed my anatomical sphincter and then pushed in just a little for the ridge to rub against my sphincter again but in the opposite direction. I melted. He kept doing this rhythmically and fast. My knee joint began trembling, my sphincter muscle locked in the open stead, my ass liquids started flowing down my thigh, my gumshoe throbbing but unable to cum, I had no phonation, just moans and hums and an Brobdingnagian urge to let my interior out through my rectum. I had no concept of time during this physical and emotional run, I was a soft volume with no will power. With a groan from deep inside my lungs, I surrendered body and soul to my ass wrecker.

How long this lasted, one moment or one hour, is anybody 's guess. All I know is that my world was elevated to a supreme level of orgasm. My maiden 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 girl in her start sexual climax. I had to try very hard to breathe as I was under my practiced ploughman 's spell turning my queasy system into a series of little but constant convulsions. The guy pulled out completely and came on my hole. He plunged again pushing his spermatozoan inside. There was no way I could keep open 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 apartment, I was still dizzy and weak. My underwear was soaked with my juice still dripping out. I took a shower bath and exhausted as I was, I fell asleep in seconds. The next day, my muscleman hoop was still wide unfold, this excitement was a Brobdingnagian load to film. I did n't go to shape, I had to roost. I emailed the guy and thanked him. We planned another academic session for the come after week, a session that was as fulfilling and dramatic as the foremost one, but no ingredient of surprisal. Regardless, I learned I should not evaluate a person from his age or looks .