I did n't have to think twice, the ad was clear about the prick size and the picture was there to examine it. It seemed very real. We planned to foregather at this lilliputian flight strip plaza. The guy would be in a BMW.

I got there and a White River BMW was parked at the very end. When I got closer, he lowered the window and I saw him. He was a openhanded man with deep blue eyes. But his greying pilus turned me off. I ca n't do it with someone that is my father 's age. But I gave in to wonder, I thought I needed to see his peter, was it really 8 inches long ? He was married, like me, and we had no choice former than the car or a hotel room. He did n't like us renting a room as he was very concerned with privacy. This was a immense thing for him. He offered to study me to this petty entrepot facility where he was renting a space. We got there and after he parked the car in the warehousing elbow room, he lowered the gate.

We moved to the back seat and started stroking each former. He unzipped me, pulled my pants down and started sucking my cock and orb. He was upright enough, nothing spectacular. I unbuttoned his shirt, his body was in great chassis given his age, I tickled his nipples and squeezed my hand down his trousers to reach his ass. A nice, firm and hairless keister nerve was effective to the touch modality, but I had to see it too. My play came to sop up him, so, I unfastened his smash, pulled down his slide fastener and, as he lifted his pelvis up, I pulled his pants down all the way. Well, if I was told that Good Shepherd came on earth for His moment do, I would throw been less surprise ! In front of me was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. A full 8 inch, thick as a wrestler 's wrist with ingurgitate nervure running along its darkness, rock-hard duration. The headland was the size of a big purplish plum, the ridge around it was quite thick and well-shaped. His chunk were hairless and unbelievably Brobdingnagian, they could not fit them in my palm. I sucked and sucked till he was all wet and slippery. My only complaint was I could not deep-throat, it was impossible to take in this big headland as it jammed my esophagus.

As we needed more infinite to proceed, we got out of the car and I was going to lay boldness down on the lead incline of the cowling and on top of the go away wing. I lubed myself well, but he added some more on my trap as well as on his putz. I liked he was considerate and did not want to injure me. He knew he had to be soft as his sizing was beyond unusual. He started teasing my arsehole with his finger. It was obvious he knew how to please a guy well. I wondered how many yap he had ripped in his sprightliness, but then I focused on the moment. I was the golden one here, I did n't mind his grizzly hair anymore. His two fingers felt like a gentle practice session taking me to senior high excitement spirit level. 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 piffling pressure sensation signaling I was reaching my demarcation. But he was good. 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 denigrate his cock with that thick spittle a gagging throat can give, the best lubrication.

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

I turned and laid on my stomach anticipating a smashing fuck. 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 stretch my mess and his cock just popped inside my musculus ring. My pack was ready to break up. This was the thickest head I ever took. I was stretched to my terminal point, but kept pushing to ease the pain from the shaft that was following. The man did n't move at all, he stayed there with his cock ridgepole flush against my sphincter while stroking my tooshie and back.

'' I want you to possess a good time. I 'll take precaution of you, '' he responded in a comforting way while adding lube on his ray of light. He pushed more, maybe a couple of his blockheaded inches. I gasped and panted and moaned not knowing if it was pain or pleasure that was taking detainment. I could not campaign any More, only feel impaled by a flagitious shaft. He slid himself slowly in, then out a pair of column inch and then again in taking his time and stroking me. A couple more times and I adjusted to the notion. He kept penetrating me with slow and deep get-up-and-go until my ass succus 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 headway to come out of my ass. My sphincter was pumping him along the length of his shaft. I was in 7th heaven, a duncical piston plowing my ass, a heavy gentleman giving me the greatest of pleasures. I felt my ass muscle opening widely every clip he pulled himself out and I pushed to proceed it extensive candid 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 magic trick. low he fucked me slow, then fast, then slow down in but fast out, then fast in and slow out with a stab of ecstasy when his 8 in were sliding out of my ass. He slapped my ass a few times and asked if I was felicitous. I could only nod, I was out of breather. His heavy glob were slamming on mine. They were so drenched with my ass sap, they made this funny story noise and feel embarrassing when hitting my balls. Then he turned a little to the English rubbing his cock against my left cheek before plunging deep, then he did the Lapp on the other side. He pulled my cheeks apart and squeeze himself violently making me groan loud and feel imperfect. He pulled my cheeks up and then down several clock time while pumping in and out, thus rubbing himself on my hole 's top and bottom ends. I was losing ascendence and fast. I came with several jet staining the straw man left tire. I could assure 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 well-chosen. He had given me the easily screwing of all time and he knew it.

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

'' What is he saying ? He gave me the honorable 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 duo of minutes to find, his hard dick always in my ass. He pulled his cock 's prick back till his thick ridgepole reached my brawniness ring from the inside. He pulled just a little bit more till his thick ridge passed my sphincter and then pushed in just a little for the ridgepole to rub against my sphincter again but in the opposite direction. I melted. He kept doing this rhythmically and fast. My knees began trembling, my anatomical sphincter locked in the undefended position, my ass liquidness started flowing down my thigh, my tool throb but ineffectual to cum, I had no voice, just moans and Harkat-ul-Mujahidin and an immense urge to let my insides out through my rectum. I had no concept of metre during this strong-arm and worked up test, I was a soft deal with no willpower. With a moan from deep inside my lungs, I surrendered eubstance and soul to my ass wrecker.

How long this lasted, one minute of arc or one hour, is anybody 's surmisal. All I know is that my existence was elevated to a supreme level of orgasm. My first anal climax. 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 young woman in her maiden orgasm. I had to try very hard to take a breather as I was under my skilful plowman 's turn turning my nervous organisation into a serial publication of slight but invariant turmoil. The guy pulled out completely and came on my hole. 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 shaft came out.

We dressed and he drove me to my car. When I reached my apartment, I was still dizzy and infirm. 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 ring was still across-the-board open, this hullabaloo was a huge load to look at. I did n't go to work, I had to reside. I emailed the guy and thanked him. We planned another session for the adopt week, a session that was as fulfilling and striking as the first one, but no component of surprise. Regardless, I learned I should not label a person from his age or looks .