I did n't cause to think twice, the ad was straighten out about the cock size and the picture was there to prove it. It seemed very genuine. We planned to meet at this lilliputian strip shopping mall. 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 handsome man with recondite blue center. But his greying hair turned me off. I ca n't do it with someone that is my Father-God 's age. But I gave in to curiosity, I thought I needed to see his cock, was it really 8 in long ? He was married, like me, and we had no selection other than the car or a hotel room. He did n't like us renting a room as he was very concerned with seclusion. This was a immense affair for him. He offered to take on me to this fiddling storage facility where he was renting a space. We got there and after he parked the car in the reposition room, he lowered the gate.

We moved to the rachis seat and started stroking each other. He unzipped me, pulled my bloomers down and started sucking my shaft and balls. He was upright enough, nothing spectacular. I unbuttoned his shirt, his body was in great anatomy given his age, I tickled his nipples and squeezed my hand down his trousers to reach his ass. A prissy, firm and hairless tail end impertinence was good to the touch, but I had to see it too. My turn came to take in him, so, I unfastened his belted ammunition, pulled down his slide fastener and, as he lifted his hips up, I pulled his gasp down all the way. Well, if I was told that Jesus came on world for His second coming, I would have been less surprise ! In battlefront of me was the most beautiful peter I had ever seen. A full 8 in, thick as a wrestler 's wrist with stuff veins running along its dark, rock-hard length. The heading was the size of a big purplish plum, the rooftree around it was quite thick and well-shaped. His balls were hairless and unbelievably huge, they could not fit them in my decoration. I sucked and sucked till he was all wet and slippery. My solitary complaint was I could not deep-throat, it was impossible to take this big headway as it jammed my esophagus.

As we needed more space to run, we got out of the car and I was going to lay brass down on the left side of meat of the hoodlum and on top of the left field fender. I lubed myself well, but he added some more on my jam as well as on his dick. I liked he was considerate and did not want to hurt me. He knew he had to be conciliate as his size of it was beyond strange. 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 moment. I was the lucky one here, I did n't mind his grey hair's-breadth anymore. His two fingers felt like a gentle drill taking me to mellow excitement spirit level. He stretched me well and then added a third finger's breadth. I thought I needed this as a prelude to his cock. I pushed back and took all of them, with a minuscule air pressure signaling I was reaching my limits. But he was dear. 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 smear his prick with that duncical saliva a gagging throat can commit, the undecomposed lubrication.

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

I turned and laid on my breadbasket anticipating a gravid fuck. He rubbed his cockhead along my fracture, my lubrication worked well and he slowly pushed himself in my hole. It felt ... ful ... fill ... I pushed to dilute my hole and his rooster just popped inside my muscle anchor ring. My ring was quick to break. This was the thick head I ever took. I was stretched to my limit, but kept pushing to ease the pain from the diaphysis that was following. The man did n't travel at all, he stayed there with his tool rooftree thrill against my sphincter while stroking my butt and back.

'' I want you to have a good time. I 'll take care of you, '' he responded in a solace way while adding lubricant on his shaft. He pushed more, maybe a span of his dense inches. I gasped and panted and moaned not knowing if it was pain or pleasure that was taking hold. I could not push any More, only feel impaled by a monstrous cock. He slid himself slowly in, then out a brace of column inch and then again in taking his time and stroking me. A couple More times and I adjusted to the feeling. He kept penetrating me with slack and mystifying thrust until my ass juice drenched him well. I could tell he loved my ass. He started pounding me faster, all the way in and all the way out but never allowed his promontory to hail out of my ass. My sphincter was pumping him along the distance of his shaft. I was in 7th paradise, a loggerheaded plunger plowing my ass, a great man giving me the greatest of pleasure. I felt my ass brawn opening wide every time he pulled himself out and I pushed to keep it wide-eyed give every time he plunged in. This was the most harmonious roll in the hay I ever had. The old guy and I had some form of mental match.

He knew and applied all the tricks. number one he fucked me decelerate, then fast, then slow in but fast out, then fast in and slow out with a twinge of ecstasy when his 8 column inch were sliding out of my ass. He slapped my ass a few times and asked if I was well-chosen. I could only nod, I was out of breathing space. His hard chunk were slamming on mine. They were so drenched with my ass sap, they made this funny noise and feel sticky when hitting my chunk. Then he turned a niggling to the side rubbing his rooster against my allow cheek before plunging deep, then he did the same on the other side. He pulled my cheeks apart and thrust himself violently making me moan meretricious and feel fallible. He pulled my cheeks up and then down several times while pumping in and out, thus rubbing himself on my hole 's top and bed ends. I was losing control and fast. I came with several spurt staining the forepart left tyre. I could tell he love 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 happy. He had given me the best shag of all fourth dimension and he knew it.

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

'' What is he saying ? He gave me the respectable 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 couple of mo to go back, his hard prick always in my ass. He pulled his turncock 's shaft back till his midst ridge reached my sinew ring from the interior. He pulled just a minuscule bit more till his thick ridge passed my sphincter and then pushed in just a little for the ridge to rub against my sphincter again but in the opposite centering. I melted. He kept doing this rhythmically and fast. My genu began trembling, my sphincter locked in the undefendable position, my ass liquid started flowing down my thighs, my cock throbbing but unable to cum, I had no voice, just moans and Harkat ul-Mujahedeen and an immense urge to let my insides out through my rectum. I had no conception of sentence during this forcible and emotional trial, I was a soft mass with no self-will. With a groan from deep inside my lungs, I surrendered body and soul to my ass wrecker.

How long this lasted, one mo or one hour, is anybody 's guess. All I know is that my existence was elevated to a sovereign level of orgasm. My inaugural anal orgasm. I was empty-headed 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 daughter in her first orgasm. I had to try very firmly to breathe as I was under my expert ploughman 's spell turning my neural system into a series of little but constant quantity convulsions. The guy pulled out completely and came on my hole. He plunged again pushing his spermatozoan inside. There was no way I could restrain 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 rain shower and exhausted as I was, I fell asleep in seconds. The next day, my muscularity tintinnabulation was still wide opened, this excitement was a immense load to take. I did n't go to act upon, I had to rest. I emailed the guy and thanked him. We planned another session for the following week, a seance that was as fulfilling and spectacular as the first off one, but no element of surprisal. Regardless, I learned I should not judge a somebody from his age or looks .