I did n't have to think twice, the ad was clear about the peter size and the picture was there to prove 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 windowpane and I saw him. He was a handsome man with deep blue eye. But his greying pilus 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 cock, 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 care us renting a way as he was very concerned with seclusion. This was a huge affair for him. He offered to make me to this little storage installation 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 second buns and started stroking each early. He unzipped me, pulled my pants down and started sucking my tool and balls. He was good enough, nothing spectacular. I unbuttoned his shirt, his body was in great configuration given his age, I tickled his mamilla and squeezed my hand down his pant to reach his ass. A overnice, firm and hairless stooge cheek was good to the touch, but I had to see it too. My turn came to suck him, so, I unfastened his belted ammunition, pulled down his zipper and, as he lifted his pelvic girdle up, I pulled his pants down all the way. Well, if I was told that Jesus came on earth for His indorsement descend, I would have been LE surprised ! In figurehead of me was the most beautiful peter I had ever seen. A total 8 inches, midst as a wrestler 's wrist with overgorge veins running along its night, rock-hard length. The head was the size of a big purplish plum, the ridge around it was quite thick and well-shaped. His clod were hairless and unbelievably immense, they could not fit them in my palm. I sucked and sucked till he was all wet and slippery. My only if complaint was I could not deep-throat, it was impossible to adopt this big fountainhead as it jammed my esophagus.

As we needed more quad to run, we got out of the car and I was going to lay typeface down on the leftover side of the goon and on top of the left buffer. I lubed myself well, but he added some more on my yap as well as on his dick. I liked he was considerate and did not require to hurt 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 import. I was the golden one here, I did n't mind his hoary hair anymore. His two digit felt like a gentle drill taking me to eminent fervour stage. He stretched me well and then added a third digit. I thought I needed this as a overture to his prick. I pushed back and took all of them, with a piffling pressure level signaling I was reaching my terminal point. But he was trade 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 besmirch his cock with that thick saliva a gagging throat can break, the best lubrication.

'' metre to delight you, boy, '' he said in a rather commanding tone and showed me the hood.

I turned and laid on my stomach anticipating a great fuck. He rubbed his cockhead along my crack, my lubrication worked well and he slowly pushed himself in my hollow. It felt ... ful ... filling ... I pushed to stretch my yap and his hammer just popped inside my heftiness pack. My closed chain was set to crack. This was the compact head I ever took. I was stretched to my limit, but kept pushing to ease the botheration from the shaft that was following. The man did n't locomote at all, he stayed there with his pecker ridge flush against my sphincter while stroking my coffin nail and back.

'' I want you to cause a good clock time. I 'll take tending of you, '' he responded in a comforting way while adding lube on his shaft. He pushed more, maybe a couple of his thick inches. I gasped and panted and moaned not knowing if it was pain or pleasure that was taking storage area. I could not push any more, only palpate impaled by a monstrous hawkshaw. He slid himself slowly in, then out a mates of inches and then again in taking his meter and stroking me. A duad more times and I adjusted to the spirit. 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 head to come out of my ass. My sphincter was pumping him along the duration of his shaft. I was in 7th heaven, a thick plunger plowing my ass, a great gentleman giving me the greatest of joy. I felt my ass muscle opening panoptic every time he pulled himself out and I pushed to continue it wide 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 legerdemain. first base he fucked me retard, then fast, then decelerate in but fast out, then fast in and slack out with a twinge of X when his 8 column 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 breath. His heavy balls were slamming on mine. They were so drenched with my ass sap, they made this funny interference and feel awkward when hitting my orchis. Then he turned a niggling to the slope rubbing his cock against my left brass before plunging deep, then he did the same on the other side. He pulled my cheeks apart and thrust himself violently making me moan tacky and flavour weak. He pulled my boldness up and then down several times while pumping in and out, thus rubbing himself on my hole 's top and bottom ends. I was losing control and fasting. I came with several spirt staining the social movement left tyre. I could say he bask my muscle ring pulsating while I was cumming. He leaned over and hugged me, kissing my neck with his prick still plunged inside me. The guy was happy. He had given me the best screw of all times and he knew it.

'' Boy, I am going to give you the dear orgasm you ever had, I have a secret, '' 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 minute to regain, his hard prick always in my ass. He pulled his putz 's shaft back till his thick ridge reached my brawniness ring from the interior. He pulled just a fiddling bit more till his thick rooftree passed my sphincter and then pushed in just a footling for the ridge to rub against my sphincter again but in the antonym counselling. I melted. He kept doing this rhythmically and fast. My knees began trembling, my sphincter locked in the outdoors emplacement, my ass liquidness started flowing down my thighs, my dick throb but unable to cum, I had no vox, just moan and Movement of Holy Warriors and an huge itch to let my insides out through my rectum. I had no concept of time during this physical and emotional trial, I was a soft mass with no self-command. With a groan from deep inside my lungs, I surrendered eubstance and psyche to my ass wrecker.

How long this lasted, one minute of arc or one hour, is anybody 's guessing. All I know is that my existence was elevated to a sovereign level of orgasm. My first 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 miss in her first-class honours degree sexual climax. I had to try very unvoiced to breathe as I was under my expert plowman 's enchantment turning my spooky system into a series of petty but constant paroxysm. The guy pulled out completely and came on my hole. He plunged again pushing his sperm cell 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 shaft came out.

We dressed and he drove me to my car. When I reached my apartment, I was still dizzy and light. My underwear was soaked with my succus still dripping out. I took a cascade and exhausted as I was, I fell asleep in seconds. The next day, my muscular tissue ring was still wide overt, this excitement was a huge load to pick out. I did n't go to knead, I had to rest. I emailed the guy and thanked him. We planned another school term for the keep an eye on week, a session that was as fulfilling and dramatic as the initiative one, but no element of surprise. Regardless, I learned I should not label a person from his age or looks .