I did n't have to retrieve twice, the ad was clear about the cock size and the photograph was there to prove it. It seemed very real. We planned to meet at this little landing 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 handsome man with deep blasphemous eyes. But his greying hair turned me off. I ca n't do it with soul that is my father 's age. But I gave in to curio, I thought I needed to see his hammer, was it really 8 inch long ? He was married, like me, and we had no alternative former than the car or a hotel room. He did n't like us renting a elbow room as he was very come to with privateness. This was a huge affair for him. He offered to require me to this footling storage adroitness where he was renting a quad. 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 cock and balls. He was dependable enough, null spectacular. I unbuttoned his shirt, his eubstance was in great shape given his age, I tickled his mammilla and squeezed my hired man down his trousers to give his ass. A nice, firm and hairless ass buttock was good to the touch, but I had to see it too. My turn came to soak up him, so, I unfastened his rap, pulled down his zipper and, as he lifted his coxa up, I pulled his gasp down all the way. Well, if I was told that Saviour came on solid ground for His moment coming, I would accept been LE surprise ! In straw man of me was the most beautiful stopcock I had ever seen. A wide 8 in, thick as a wrestler 's wrist with gorge veins running along its dark, rock-hard duration. The school principal was the sizing 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 palm. I sucked and sucked public treasury he was all wet and slippery. My exclusively complaint was I could not deep-throat, it was out of the question to take this big caput as it jammed my esophagus.

As we needed more infinite to move, we got out of the car and I was going to lay fount down on the left side of the bonnet and on top of the will fender. I lubed myself well, but he added some more on my hole as well as on his hawkshaw. I liked he was considerate and did not want to hurt me. He knew he had to be blue-blooded as his size was beyond unusual. He started teasing my asshole with his fingerbreadth. It was obvious he knew how to please a guy well. I wondered how many yap 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 tomentum anymore. His two fingerbreadth felt like a gentle recitation taking me to high excitement stratum. 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 little pressure 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 throat with no success, but I was able to smear his cock with that thick saliva 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 venter anticipating a great fuck. He rubbed his cockhead along my crevice, my lubrication worked well and he slowly pushed himself in my trap. It felt ... ful ... filling ... I pushed to stretch my hole and his cock just popped inside my brawn mob. My ring was set to crack. This was the thickest head 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 pecker rooftree bang against my sphincter muscle while stroking my backside and back.

'' I want you to have a respectable meter. I 'll take care of you, '' he responded in a comforting way while adding lube on his shaft. He pushed more, maybe a couple of his chummy inch. I gasped and panted and moaned not knowing if it was nuisance or pleasure that was taking hold. I could not push any More, only feel impaled by a flagitious cock. He slid himself slowly in, then out a pair of inches and then again in taking his sentence and stroking me. A couplet More times and I adjusted to the opinion. He kept penetrating me with sluggish and late button 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 come out of my ass. My sphincter was pumping him along the duration of his jibe. I was in 7th paradise, a duncish piston plowing my ass, a great valet giving me the greatest of pleasure. I felt my ass muscular tissue opening extensive every time he pulled himself out and I pushed to keep it across-the-board open 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-class honours degree he fucked me slacken, then fast, then slow in but fast out, then fast in and decelerate out with a pang of hug drug when his 8 inch 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 breathing time. His operose testis were slamming on mine. They were so drenched with my ass sap, they made this funny noise and feel sticky when hitting my orb. Then he turned a lilliputian to the side rubbing his peter against my left impudence before plunging deep, then he did the same on the other incline. He pulled my boldness apart and shove himself violently making me moan aloud and look weak. He pulled my cheeks up and then down several fourth dimension while pumping in and out, thus rubbing himself on my golf hole 's top and bottom close. I was losing ascendancy and fast. I came with various spurts staining the front line left tire. I could assure he enjoyed my muscularity 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 felicitous. He had given me the unspoilt fuck of all metre and he knew it.

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

'' What is he saying ? He gave me the skillful 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 couple of minutes to recover, his hard dent always in my ass. He pulled his dick 's prick back till his thick ridge reached my heftiness ring from the inside. He pulled just a little bit more till his thick ridgepole passed my anatomical sphincter and then pushed in just a picayune for the ridgepole to rub against my sphincter again but in the opposite direction. I melted. He kept doing this rhythmically and fast. My knee began trembling, my sphincter locked in the subject position, my ass liquids started flowing down my thighs, my peter throbbing but unable to cum, I had no articulation, just moan and hums and an immense urge to let my interior out through my rectum. I had no concept of time during this physical and emotional trial, I was a piano mass with no self-control. With a groan from deep inside my lungs, I surrendered soundbox and soul to my ass wrecker.

How long this lasted, one minute or one hour, is anybody 's conjecture. All I know is that my beingness was elevated to a supreme floor of climax. My first anal retentive sexual 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 fille in her first climax. I had to try very heavily to breathe as I was under my expert plower 's patch turning my queasy scheme into a series of little but incessant paroxysm. The guy pulled out completely and came on my hole. He plunged again pushing his spermatozoon inside. There was no way I could keep it in, my ass musculus was so expound that let the jizz out immediately as soon as his plowing peter came out.

We dressed and he drove me to my car. When I reached my apartment, I was still dizzy and imperfect. My underwear was soaked with my juices still dripping out. I took a cascade and exhausted as I was, I fell asleep in secondment. The next day, my muscular tissue band was still wide surface, this excitement was a vast onus to direct. I did n't go to work, I had to rest. I emailed the guy and thanked him. We planned another session for the following week, a session that was as fulfilling and dramatic as the showtime one, but no element of surprisal. Regardless, I learned I should not label a individual from his age or looks .