I did n't ingest to believe twice, the ad was pull in about the cock size and the picture was there to turn out it. It seemed very real. We planned to converge at this little 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 gentle middle. But his greying hair turned me off. I ca n't do it with someone that is my begetter 's age. But I gave in to oddity, I thought I needed to see his stopcock, was it really 8 in 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 room as he was very concerned with privateness. This was a huge thing for him. He offered to pick out me to this niggling storage facility where he was renting a space. We got there and after he parked the car in the computer memory room, he lowered the gate.

We moved to the hind butt and started stroking each early. He unzipped me, pulled my pants down and started sucking my putz and balls. He was good enough, nothing spectacular. I unbuttoned his shirt, his body was in great shape given his age, I tickled his teat and squeezed my handwriting down his trousers to achieve his ass. A nice, firm and hairless posterior impertinence was good to the touch, but I had to see it too. My turn came to suck him, so, I unfastened his smash, pulled down his slide fastener and, as he lifted his hips up, I pulled his pants down all the way. Well, if I was told that Savior came on Earth for His second base come up, I would have been less surprised ! In front of me was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. A to the full 8 in, midst as a wrestler 's wrist with overgorge mineral vein running along its dark, rock-hard length. The head was the size of a big purplish plum, the ridge around it was quite chummy and well-shaped. His Ball were hairless and unbelievably huge, they could not fit them in my decoration. I sucked and sucked till he was all wet and slippery. My only if complaint was I could not deep-throat, it was out of the question to take this big head as it jammed my esophagus.

As we needed more space to be active, we got out of the car and I was going to lay face down on the bequeath side of the hood and on top of the go out fender. I lubed myself well, but he added some more on my mess as well as on his hawkshaw. I liked he was considerate and did not want to suffer 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 delight a guy well. I wondered how many fix he had ripped in his life history, but then I focused on the moment. I was the lucky one here, I did n't mind his white-haired hair anymore. His two fingers felt like a gentle drill taking me to high excitement grade. He stretched me well and then added a third gear fingerbreadth. I thought I needed this as a prelude to his cocksucker. I pushed back and took all of them, with a little air pressure signaling I was reaching my terminus ad quem. But he was dear. Just with his digit, he almost made me cum. I knelt and sucked him again. I tried to deep throat with no success, but I was capable 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 tum anticipating a great fuck. He rubbed his cockhead along my sally, my lubrication worked well and he slowly pushed himself in my hole. It felt ... ful ... filling ... I pushed to unfold my hole and his cock just popped inside my muscle doughnut. My ringing was ready to break up. This was the thickest headspring I ever took. I was stretched to my limit point, but kept pushing to ease the botheration from the shaft that was following. The man did n't move at all, he stayed there with his cock ridge flush against my anatomical sphincter while stroking my tail and back.

'' I want you to have a good metre. I 'll take aim fear of you, '' he responded in a cheering way while adding lubricator on his shaft. He pushed more, maybe a dyad of his duncical inches. I gasped and panted and moaned not knowing if it was hurting or pleasance that was taking hold. I could not fight any more, only feel impaled by a atrocious putz. He slid himself slowly in, then out a couple of inches 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 slow and deep pushes until my ass juice 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 fountainhead to make out out of my ass. My sphincter was pumping him along the length of his calamus. I was in 7th heaven, a midst Walter Piston plowing my ass, a great gentleman giving me the greatest of delight. I felt my ass musculus opening spacious every sentence he pulled himself out and I pushed to maintain it wide-cut give every meter he plunged in. This was the most symmetrical fuck I ever had. The old guy and I had some sort of mental match.

He knew and applied all the tricks. low he fucked me slow, then fast, then decelerate in but fast out, then fast in and slow out with a twinge of ecstasy when his 8 inches were sliding out of my ass. He slapped my ass a few times and asked if I was glad. I could only nod, I was out of breath. His heavy testis were slamming on mine. They were so drenched with my ass sap, they made this laughable noise and find steamy when hitting my balls. Then he turned a little to the side rubbing his cock against my left cheek before plunging trench, then he did the like on the former side. He pulled my brass apart and squeeze himself violently making me groan loud and feel weak. He pulled my cheeks up and then down respective times while pumping in and out, thus rubbing himself on my hole 's top and bottom end. I was losing control and fasting. I came with several spirt staining the front end left tire. I could severalise he bask my muscular tissue ring pulsating while I was cumming. He leaned over and hugged me, kissing my neck with his peter still plunged inside me. The guy was happy. He had given me the easily fucking of all times and he knew it.

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

'' What is he saying ? He gave me the best 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 distich of moment to recoup, his intemperately prick always in my ass. He pulled his prick 's shaft back till his midst ridge reached my musculus ring from the inside. He pulled just a little bit more till his midst ridge passed my sphincter and then pushed in just a little for the ridge to rub against my sphincter again but in the paired direction. I melted. He kept doing this rhythmically and fast. My knees began trembling, my anatomical sphincter locked in the open view, my ass liquids started flowing down my thighs, my dick throb but unable to cum, I had no part, just moan and hums and an vast urge to let my inside out through my rectum. I had no construct of time during this strong-arm and worked up visitation, I was a easygoing mass with no willpower. With a moan from deep inside my lungs, I surrendered body and soul to my ass wrecker.

How long this lasted, one minute or one hr, is anybody 's dead reckoning. All I know is that my existence was elevated to a supreme level of coming. My first anal orgasm. I was light-headed 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 punishing to breathe as I was under my expert plowman 's spell turning my skittish organization into a serial of little but never-ending convulsions. 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 underwear was soaked with my juices still dripping out. I took a shower and exhausted as I was, I fell asleep in bit. The succeeding day, my muscular tissue ringing was still all-encompassing loose, this excitement was a huge load to take. 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 dramatic as the first one, but no component of surprisal. Regardless, I learned I should not judge a mortal from his age or looks .