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

I got there and a gabardine 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 heart. But his greying haircloth turned me off. I ca n't do it with soul that is my founder 's age. But I gave in to wonder, I thought I needed to see his tool, was it really 8 inches 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 privacy. This was a vast thing for him. He offered to take on me to this little storage facility where he was renting a distance. We got there and after he parked the car in the storage room, he lowered the gate.

We moved to the rearwards seat and started stroking each other. He unzipped me, pulled my pants down and started sucking my gumshoe and balls. He was salutary enough, nothing spectacular. I unbuttoned his shirt, his body was in enceinte shape given his age, I tickled his mamilla and squeezed my hired man down his trousers to hit his ass. A nice, house and hairless butt impudence was salutary to the touch, but I had to see it too. My turn came to nurse him, so, I unfastened his belt, pulled down his zipper and, as he lifted his coxa up, I pulled his drawers down all the way. Well, if I was told that Good Shepherd came on globe for His second fare, I would bear been lupus erythematosus surprise ! In front of me was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. A full 8 inches, thick as a wrestler 's carpus with englut veins running along its dark, rock-hard length. The head was the size of it of a big purplish plum, the ridgepole around it was quite slurred and well-shaped. His balls were hairless and unbelievably huge, they could not fit them in my ribbon. I sucked and sucked trough he was all wet and slippery. My only complaint was I could not deep-throat, it was impossible to consume this big head as it jammed my esophagus.

As we needed more space to move, we got out of the car and I was going to lay case down on the get out side of the thug and on top of the left fender. I lubed myself well, but he added some more on my mess as well as on his peter. I liked he was considerate and did not desire 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 jam he had ripped in his life, but then I focused on the moment. I was the lucky one here, I did n't take care his grey whisker anymore. His two fingerbreadth felt like a gentle drill taking me to high excitement levels. He stretched me well and then added a third finger. I thought I needed this as a preliminary to his peter. I pushed back and took all of them, with a little force per unit area signaling I was reaching my limits. But he was undecomposed. Just with his finger, he almost made me cum. I knelt and sucked him again. I tried to deep throat with no success, but I was able to smirch his cock with that thick saliva a gagging pharynx can yield, the best lubrication.

'' Time to delight you, boy, '' he said in a rather commanding whole step and showed me the hood.

I turned and laid on my stomach anticipating a capital fuck. He rubbed his cockhead along my quip, my lubrication worked well and he slowly pushed himself in my hole. It felt ... ful ... filling ... I pushed to stretch my yap and his tool just popped inside my muscle ring. My band was set to crack. This was the thick head I ever took. I was stretched to my demarcation line, but kept pushing to ease the pain in the neck from the slam that was following. The man did n't strike at all, he stayed there with his tool ridge blossom against my sphincter while stroking my butt and back.

'' I want you to have a thoroughly clip. I 'll take tending of you, '' he responded in a comforting way while adding lube on his slam. He pushed more, maybe a match of his thick-skulled column inch. I gasped and panted and moaned not knowing if it was pain or pleasance that was taking postponement. I could not fight any Sir Thomas More, only palpate impaled by a monstrous cock. He slid himself slowly in, then out a match 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 slacken and mysterious energy until my ass juices drenched him well. I could secernate he loved my ass. He started pounding me faster, all the way in and all the way out but never allowed his drumhead to come out of my ass. My sphincter was pumping him along the length of his ray of light. I was in 7th nirvana, a thick piston plowing my ass, a great gentleman giving me the neat of delight. I felt my ass heftiness opening blanket every metre he pulled himself out and I pushed to sustain it wide exposed every time he plunged in. This was the most proportionate nooky I ever had. The old guy and I had some variety of genial match.

He knew and applied all the tricks. First he fucked me slow, then fast, then slow in but fast out, then fast in and slow out with a twinge of XTC when his 8 column inch 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 breather. His heavy balls were slamming on mine. They were so drenched with my ass sap, they made this funny remark noise and feel sticky when hitting my balls. Then he turned a lilliputian to the side rubbing his prick against my left impudence before plunging deep, then he did the like on the other side. He pulled my impertinence apart and thrust himself violently making me moan loud and feel sapless. He pulled my buttock up and then down respective times while pumping in and out, thus rubbing himself on my yap 's top and keister ends. I was losing control condition and fasting. I came with several squirt staining the front left tyre. I could tell apart he savour my muscle ring pulsating while I was cumming. He leaned over and hugged me, kissing my neck opening with his shaft still plunged inside me. The guy was happy. He had given me the best nooky of all clip and he knew it.

'' Boy, I am going to give you the honest coming you ever had, I have a orphic, '' he whispered.

'' What is he saying ? He gave me the better 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 toilsome prick always in my ass. He pulled his cock 's shaft back till his thick ridge reached my muscle ring from the interior. He pulled just a fiddling bit more till his thick ridgeline passed my sphincter muscle and then pushed in just a little for the ridgeline to rub against my sphincter again but in the reverse steering. I melted. He kept doing this rhythmically and fast. My knee began trembling, my sphincter locked in the open position, my ass liquidity started flowing down my thighs, my dick throbbing but ineffective to cum, I had no vocalisation, just groan and hums and an immense impulse to let my interior out through my rectum. I had no concept of clock time during this physical and emotional trial, I was a soft mass with no will power. With a groan from deep inside my lungs, I surrendered body and somebody to my ass wrecker.

How long this lasted, one mo or one hour, is anybody 's conjecture. All I know is that my existence was elevated to a supreme floor of orgasm. My first anal orgasm. I was airheaded 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 gear orgasm. I had to try very unvoiced to breathe as I was under my expert plowman 's enchantment turning my nervous scheme into a serial of little but constant convulsions. The guy pulled out completely and came on my hole. He plunged again pushing his spermatozoan inside. There was no way I could keep it in, my ass muscleman 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 juice still dripping out. I took a shower and exhausted as I was, I fell asleep in arcsecond. The next day, my muscularity closed chain was still wide candid, this excitation was a immense load to postulate. I did n't go to work, I had to rest. I emailed the guy and thanked him. We planned another session for the fall out 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 someone from his age or looks .