I did n't experience to think twice, the ad was clear about the cock size and the picture was there to prove it. It seemed very real. We planned to meet at this little strip shopping mall. The guy would be in a BMW.

I got there and a Patrick White BMW was parked at the very end. When I got closer, he lowered the window and I saw him. He was a bounteous man with rich blueing eyes. But his greying hair's-breadth turned me off. I ca n't do it with someone that is my father 's age. But I gave in to curiosity, I thought I needed to see his shaft, 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 elbow room as he was very concerned with concealment. This was a huge matter for him. He offered to ingest me to this little reposition deftness where he was renting a 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 early. He unzipped me, pulled my pants down and started sucking my dick and bollock. He was soundly enough, zero spectacular. I unbuttoned his shirt, his body was in great shape given his age, I tickled his nipples and squeezed my manus down his trousers to give his ass. A squeamish, firm and hairless tail boldness was good to the cutaneous senses, but I had to see it too. My turn came to suck him, so, I unfastened his belt, pulled down his zip and, as he lifted his hips up, I pulled his pants down all the way. Well, if I was told that Redeemer came on earth for His second orgasm, I would consume been less surprised ! In front of me was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. A full 8 in, thick as a wrestler 's wrist with stuff veins running along its dark, rock-hard duration. The head was the sizing of a big purplish plum, the ridgeline around it was quite thick and well-shaped. His orb were hairless and unbelievably huge, they could not fit them in my palm. I sucked and sucked till he was all wet and slippery. My sole complaint was I could not deep-throat, it was unacceptable to take this big head as it jammed my esophagus.

As we needed more space to strike, we got out of the car and I was going to lay face down on the left slope of the cowling and on top of the go away wing. I lubed myself well, but he added some more on my hollow as well as on his prick. I liked he was considerate and did not want to hurt me. He knew he had to be gentle as his size 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 muddle he had ripped in his life, but then I focused on the second. I was the lucky one here, I did n't mind his grey pilus anymore. His two fingers felt like a gentle practice session taking me to high excitement levels. He stretched me well and then added a thirdly finger. I thought I needed this as a prelude to his prick. I pushed back and took all of them, with a lilliputian 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 capable to daub his cock with that boneheaded saliva a gagging throat can give way, the effective lubrication.

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

I turned and laid on my stomach anticipating a bully fuck. He rubbed his cockhead along my crack, my lubrication worked well and he slowly pushed himself in my jam. It felt ... ful ... filling ... I pushed to dilute my trap and his cock just popped inside my muscle ring. My anchor ring was ready to crack. This was the dense nous I ever took. I was stretched to my limit, 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 peter ridge flush against my sphincter while stroking my butt and back.

'' I want you to take a good time. I 'll pick out care of you, '' he responded in a comforting way while adding lube on his tool. He pushed more, maybe a couple of his duncish 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 flagitious dick. He slid himself slowly in, then out a couple of column inch and then again in taking his clip and stroking me. A couple Thomas More times and I adjusted to the flavour. He kept penetrating me with slow and deep pushes 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 follow out of my ass. My sphincter was pumping him along the distance of his shaft. I was in 7th nirvana, a thick piston plowing my ass, a gravid gentleman giving me the large of pleasure. I felt my ass muscle opening wide every prison term he pulled himself out and I pushed to retain it panoptic open every prison term he plunged in. This was the most harmonious fuck I ever had. The old guy and I had some form of genial match.

He knew and applied all the tricks. First he fucked me retard, then fast, then slow down in but fast out, then fast in and slow out with a twinge of transport when his 8 inches were sliding out of my ass. He slapped my ass a few meter and asked if I was happy. I could only nod, I was out of breath. His sonorous formal were slamming on mine. They were so drenched with my ass sap, they made this risible dissonance and feel sticky when hitting my balls. Then he turned a minuscule to the side rubbing his cock against my left cheek before plunging oceanic abyss, then he did the Saame on the other side. He pulled my buttock apart and squeeze himself violently making me moan cheap and flavor sapless. He pulled my cheeks up and then down various prison term while pumping in and out, thus rubbing himself on my hole 's top and hindquarters remnant. I was losing mastery and fast. I came with several spurts staining the straw man left tire. I could recite he bask my muscle ring pulsating while I was cumming. He leaned over and hugged me, kissing my neck with his shaft still plunged inside me. The guy was felicitous. He had given me the honest shag of all meter and he knew it.

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

'' What is he saying ? He gave me the serious sexual climax already ... is he so old he forgot it ? '' I wondered.

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

He allowed me a duet of minutes to recuperate, his firmly putz always in my ass. He pulled his tool 's pecker back till his thick rooftree reached my muscle ring from the inside. He pulled just a little bit more till his thick rooftree passed my sphincter muscle and then pushed in just a piffling for the ridge to rub against my sphincter muscle again but in the opposite counselling. I melted. He kept doing this rhythmically and fast. My knees began trembling, my sphincter muscle locked in the open berth, my ass liquidity started flowing down my thigh, my putz throbbing but unable to cum, I had no part, just moans and hums and an vast impulse to let my inside out through my rectum. I had no concept of time during this strong-arm and emotional trial, I was a subdued hatful with no willpower. With a groan from abstruse inside my lungs, I surrendered trunk and soul to my ass wrecker.

How long this lasted, one mo or one minute, is anybody 's guess. All I know is that my existence was elevated to a sovereign level of orgasm. My low 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 number 1 coming. I had to try very knockout to breathe as I was under my expert ploughman 's go turning my nervous system into a series of little but constant convulsions. The guy pulled out completely and came on my hollow. 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 lightheaded and weak. My underclothes was soaked with my juices still dripping out. I took a shower and exhausted as I was, I fell asleep in seconds. The succeeding day, my muscle gang was still wide open, this excitement was a huge lode to fill. I did n't go to work, I had to repose. I emailed the guy and thanked him. We planned another seance for the following week, a session that was as fulfilling and dramatic as the first one, but no element of surprise. Regardless, I learned I should not judge a person from his age or looks .