I did n't possess to think twice, the ad was clear about the cock size of it and the ikon was there to try it. It seemed very real. 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 big man with late aristocratical heart. But his greying hair turned me off. I ca n't do it with person that is my Padre 's age. But I gave in to curiosity, I thought I needed to see his rooster, was it really 8 inches long ? He was married, like me, and we had no choice former than the car or a hotel way. He did n't wish us renting a elbow room as he was very worry with privacy. This was a vast thing for him. He offered to take me to this little entrepot installation where he was renting a infinite. We got there and after he parked the car in the repositing room, he lowered the gate.

We moved to the gage seat and started stroking each other. He unzipped me, pulled my bloomers down and started sucking my hawkshaw and nut. He was serious enough, cypher spectacular. I unbuttoned his shirt, his body was in great anatomy given his age, I tickled his tit and squeezed my hand down his trouser to pass his ass. A squeamish, firm and hairless fag cheek was commodity to the touch, but I had to see it too. My turn came to suck him, so, I unfastened his swath, pulled down his zip and, as he lifted his pelvis up, I pulled his pants down all the way. Well, if I was told that Saviour came on earth for His s make out, I would have been less surprised ! In front man of me was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. A full 8 inches, thick as a wrestler 's radiocarpal joint with engorged venous blood vessel running along its dark, rock-hard length. The head was the size of a big purplish plum, the ridgepole around it was quite thick and well-shaped. His clod 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 only complaint was I could not deep-throat, it was impossible to take this big chief as it jammed my esophagus.

As we needed more quad to move, we got out of the car and I was going to lay fount down on the leftover incline of the hood and on top of the left buffer. I lubed myself well, but he added some more on my muddle as well as on his dick. I liked he was considerate and did not require to anguish me. He knew he had to be gentle as his size was beyond unusual. He started teasing my asshole with his digit. 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 haircloth anymore. His two finger's breadth felt like a gentle drill taking me to high gear fervor horizontal surface. He stretched me well and then added a thirdly digit. I thought I needed this as a preliminary to his prick. I pushed back and took all of them, with a little pressure level signaling I was reaching my limit. 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 succeeder, but I was able to smear his cock with that thick saliva a gagging throat can move over, the dependable lubrication.

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

I turned and laid on my stomach anticipating a big nookie. He rubbed his cockhead along my crack, my lubrication worked well and he slowly pushed himself in my hole. It felt ... ful ... pick ... I pushed to stretch my hole and his cock just popped inside my heftiness pack. My ring was ready to check. This was the thickest header I ever took. I was stretched to my limit, but kept pushing to still the pain from the shaft that was following. The man did n't move at all, he stayed there with his shaft ridgeline bloom against my sphincter while stroking my butt and back.

'' I want you to experience a good time. I 'll film upkeep of you, '' he responded in a comforting way while adding lube on his jibe. He pushed more, maybe a couple of his stocky inches. I gasped and panted and moaned not knowing if it was pain or pleasure that was taking hold. I could not advertize any more than, only palpate impaled by a monstrous gumshoe. He slid himself slowly in, then out a couple of 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 retard and deep pushes until my ass juice drenched him well. I could assure he loved my ass. He started pounding me dissolute, all the way in and all the way out but never allowed his fountainhead to total out of my ass. My sphincter was pumping him along the length of his quill. I was in 7th Shangri-la, a midst plunger plowing my ass, a great gentleman giving me the keen of pleasures. I felt my ass heftiness opening encompassing every time he pulled himself out and I pushed to keep it wide-cut capable every prison term he plunged in. This was the most symmetrical fuck I ever had. The old guy and I had some sorting of mental match.

He knew and applied all the tricks. First he fucked me slack, then fast, then slow in but fast out, then fast in and slow up out with a twinge of raptus 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 enceinte balls were slamming on mine. They were so drenched with my ass sap, they made this queer noise and palpate sticky when hitting my balls. Then he turned a little to the position rubbing his cock against my remaining nerve before plunging deep, then he did the same on the other side. He pulled my boldness apart and thrust himself violently making me moan loud and feel weak. He pulled my cheeks up and then down several times while pumping in and out, thus rubbing himself on my kettle of fish 's top and prat ends. I was losing control and fast. I came with several spurts staining the nominal head left tire. I could tell he enjoyed my sinew 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 best nooky of all clip and he knew it.

'' Boy, I am going to ease up you the best orgasm you ever had, I have a undercover, '' he whispered.

'' What is he saying ? He gave me the best 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 hour to recover, his hard prick always in my ass. He pulled his peter 's shaft back till his thick ridge reached my muscle ring from the inside. He pulled just a petty bit more till his thick ridge passed my sphincter and then pushed in just a little for the ridgeline to rub against my sphincter again but in the opposite direction. I melted. He kept doing this rhythmically and fast. My human knee began trembling, my sphincter locked in the spread position, my ass liquid state started flowing down my second joint, my dick pounding but unable to cum, I had no voice, just moans and hums and an immense impulse to let my inside out through my rectum. I had no construct of fourth dimension during this physical and aroused tryout, I was a subdued muckle with no willpower. With a groan from mysterious inside my lungs, I surrendered body and soul to my ass wrecker.

How long this lasted, one minute or one hour, is anybody 's hypothesis. All I know is that my being was elevated to a supreme floor of sexual climax. My first off 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 first coming. I had to try very punishing to take a breath as I was under my adept ploughman 's spell turning my nervous arrangement into a serial publication of petty but constant 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 tool came out.

We dressed and he drove me to my car. When I reached my apartment, I was still dizzy 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 adjacent day, my muscle ring was still wide outdoors, this excitement was a Brobdingnagian onus to consider. 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 seance that was as fulfilling and dramatic as the first-class honours degree one, but no element of surprise. Regardless, I learned I should not judge a person from his age or looks .