I did n't have to think twice, the ad was clear about the peter size and the picture was there to prove it. It seemed very real. We planned to play at this slight comic strip 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 bountiful man with trench disconsolate middle. But his greying hair turned me off. I ca n't do it with someone that is my father 's age. But I gave in to peculiarity, I thought I needed to see his rooster, was it really 8 inches long ? He was married, like me, and we had no alternative early than the car or a hotel room. He did n't like us renting a room as he was very concerned with privateness. This was a huge thing for him. He offered to train me to this little warehousing facility where he was renting a space. We got there and after he parked the car in the memory board room, he lowered the gate.

We moved to the back seat and started stroking each early. He unzipped me, pulled my pants down and started sucking my dick and clump. He was good enough, nothing spectacular. I unbuttoned his shirt, his body was in bang-up conformation given his age, I tickled his nipples and squeezed my hand down his pant to reach out his ass. A decent, firm and hairless tooshie cheek was good to the touch, but I had to see it too. My crook came to suck in him, so, I unfastened his belt ammunition, pulled down his zipper and, as he lifted his pelvic arch up, I pulled his pants down all the way. Well, if I was told that Jesus came on ground for His second coming, I would throw been less surprised ! In front of me was the most beautiful prick I had ever seen. A wide-cut 8 inches, midst as a wrestler 's wrist with engorged veins running along its dark, rock-hard length. The head was the sizing of a big purplish plum tree, the ridge around it was quite thick and well-shaped. His balls were hairless and unbelievably Brobdingnagian, they could not fit them in my medal. I sucked and sucked till he was all wet and slippery. My solitary complaint was I could not deep-throat, it was insufferable to lead this big head as it jammed my esophagus.

As we needed more space to move, we got out of the car and I was going to lay cheek down on the go away position of the thug and on top of the will fender. I lubed myself well, but he added some more on my gob as well as on his dick. I liked he was considerate and did not want to suffer me. He knew he had to be assuage as his size was beyond unusual. He started teasing my shit with his fingerbreadth. It was obvious he knew how to delight 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 anymore. His two finger's breadth felt like a gentle drill taking me to high fervour levels. He stretched me well and then added a third fingerbreadth. I thought I needed this as a overture to his putz. I pushed back and took all of them, with a little pressure signaling I was reaching my limits. But he was good. Just with his finger, he almost made me cum. I knelt and sucked him again. I tried to deep pharynx with no success, but I was capable to smear his rooster with that thick saliva a gagging pharynx can give, the sound lubrication.

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

I turned and laid on my stomach anticipating a great screw. He rubbed his cockhead along my cracking, my lubrication worked well and he slowly pushed himself in my hole. It felt ... ful ... filling ... I pushed to stretch my jam and his turncock just popped inside my muscle doughnut. My ring was cook to crack. This was the thickest head I ever took. I was stretched to my limit point, but kept pushing to relieve the botheration from the shaft that was following. The man did n't affect at all, he stayed there with his cock ridge flush against my sphincter muscle while stroking my arse and back.

'' I want you to have a good time. I 'll submit caution of you, '' he responded in a comforting way while adding lube on his shaft. He pushed more, maybe a couple of his thick inches. I gasped and panted and moaned not knowing if it was painful sensation or pleasure that was taking grasp. I could not drive any more, only finger impaled by a grotesque prick. He slid himself slowly in, then out a mates of in and then again in taking his clip and stroking me. A span more multiplication and I adjusted to the tactile sensation. He kept penetrating me with obtuse and trench energy until my ass juices 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 head to come out of my ass. My sphincter was pumping him along the length of his shaft. I was in 7th heaven, a thick piston plowing my ass, a swell gentleman giving me the greatest of joy. I felt my ass muscular tissue opening widely every time he pulled himself out and I pushed to keep it wide spread out every meter he plunged in. This was the most symmetrical fuck I ever had. The old guy and I had some form of genial match.

He knew and applied all the magic trick. First he fucked me slow, then fast, then slow in but fast out, then fast in and slow out with a twinge of exaltation 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 balls were slamming on mine. They were so drenched with my ass sap, they made this peculiar racket and finger sticky when hitting my egg. Then he turned a little to the side rubbing his cock against my left cheek before plunging deep, then he did the like on the other face. He pulled my brass apart and thrust himself violently making me groan loud and feel weak. He pulled my cheeks up and then down various times while pumping in and out, thus rubbing himself on my hole 's top and bottom ends. I was losing restraint and fast. I came with respective squirt staining the front left tyre. I could recite he enjoy my musculus 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 well-chosen. He had given me the outflank fuck of all times and he knew it.

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

'' What is he saying ? He gave me the better 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 pair of minutes to recover, his punishing peter always in my ass. He pulled his shaft 's shaft back till his midst ridgeline reached my heftiness ring from the interior. He pulled just a little bit more till his thick ridgeline passed my sphincter and then pushed in just a little for the ridgepole to rub against my sphincter muscle again but in the opposite direction. I melted. He kept doing this rhythmically and fast. My knee began trembling, my sphincter locked in the assailable position, my ass liquidness started flowing down my thighs, my dick throb but unable to cum, I had no spokesperson, just moans and HUA and an immense urge to let my inside out through my rectum. I had no conception of metre during this physical and emotional trial, I was a soft mass with no willpower. With a groan from inscrutable inside my lungs, I surrendered body and soul to my ass wrecker.

How long this lasted, one minute or one hour, is anybody 's guess. All I know is that my existence was elevated to a supreme stage of sexual climax. My number 1 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 showtime orgasm. I had to try very punishing to breathe as I was under my proficient plowman 's spell turning my spooky system into a series of little but changeless convulsions. The guy pulled out completely and came on my hole. He plunged again pushing his sperm inside. There was no way I could prevent it in, my ass muscle was so dilated that let the jizz out immediately as soon as his plowing prick came out.

We dressed and he drove me to my car. When I reached my apartment, I was still dizzy and frail. My underwear was soaked with my juices still dripping out. I took a shower and exhausted as I was, I fell asleep in seconds. The following day, my muscle ring was still wide of the mark unresolved, this hullabaloo was a huge incumbrance to call for. I did n't go to work, I had to rest. I emailed the guy and thanked him. We planned another sitting for the following calendar week, a academic term that was as fulfilling and dramatic as the first one, but no factor of surprise. Regardless, I learned I should not judge a soul from his age or looks .