I did n't bear to think twice, the ad was clear about the cock size and the picture was there to prove it. It seemed very veridical. We planned to meet at this piddling landing strip mall. The guy would be in a BMW.

I got there and a clean 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 rich spicy optic. But his greying hair turned me off. I ca n't do it with individual that is my father 's age. But I gave in to curio, I thought I needed to see his dick, was it really 8 in long ? He was married, like me, and we had no choice other than the car or a hotel elbow room. He did n't like us renting a way as he was very concerned with privateness. This was a huge thing for him. He offered to take me to this niggling memory facility where he was renting a quad. We got there and after he parked the car in the storehouse way, he lowered the gate.

We moved to the back fundament and started stroking each other. He unzipped me, pulled my pants down and started sucking my putz and lump. He was beneficial enough, cipher spectacular. I unbuttoned his shirt, his organic structure was in great figure given his age, I tickled his tit and squeezed my bridge player down his trouser to reach his ass. A nice, firm and hairless butt impertinence was good to the contact, but I had to see it too. My number came to blow him, so, I unfastened his belt, pulled down his zipper and, as he lifted his hips up, I pulled his trouser down all the way. Well, if I was told that Jesus came on earth for His indorsement total, I would have been less surprised ! In front of me was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. A full 8 inches, thick as a wrestler 's articulatio radiocarpea with engorged vein running along its darkness, rock-hard length. The head was the sizing of a big purplish plum, the ridge around it was quite compact and well-shaped. His balls were hairless and unbelievably Brobdingnagian, they could not fit them in my palm. I sucked and sucked trough he was all wet and slippery. My sole complaint was I could not deep-throat, it was impossible to study this big head as it jammed my esophagus.

As we needed more outer space to act, we got out of the car and I was going to lay face down on the left slope of the hood and on top of the left field cowcatcher. I lubed myself well, but he added some more on my kettle of fish as well as on his dick. I liked he was considerate and did not require to smart me. He knew he had to be ennoble as his size of it was beyond strange. He started teasing my son of a bitch with his fingers. It was obvious he knew how to please a guy well. I wondered how many pickle he had ripped in his life, but then I focused on the bit. I was the lucky one here, I did n't mind his Grey hair anymore. His two fingerbreadth felt like a gentle exercise taking me to high excitement levels. He stretched me well and then added a third finger. I thought I needed this as a prelude to his dickhead. I pushed back and took all of them, with a little pressure signaling I was reaching my limitation. 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 C. H. 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 neat fuck. He rubbed his cockhead along my tornado, my lubrication worked well and he slowly pushed himself in my kettle of fish. It felt ... ful ... filling ... I pushed to stretch my hollow and his stopcock just popped inside my muscle halo. My mob was make to crack. This was the thickest head I ever took. I was stretched to my point of accumulation, but kept pushing to still the pain from the dick that was following. The man did n't move at all, he stayed there with his shaft ridge flush against my sphincter while stroking my butt and back.

'' I want you to have a good clock time. I 'll acquire fear of you, '' he responded in a consoling way while adding lube on his prick. He pushed more, maybe a yoke of his buddy-buddy inch. I gasped and panted and moaned not knowing if it was pain or pleasure that was taking hold. I could not push any Sir Thomas More, only feel impaled by a monstrous dick. He slid himself slowly in, then out a couple of column inch and then again in taking his sentence and stroking me. A couplet more fourth dimension and I adjusted to the feeling. He kept penetrating me with slow and deep energy until my ass juice drenched him well. I could say he loved my ass. He started pounding me faster, all the way in and all the way out but never allowed his pass to come out of my ass. My sphincter was pumping him along the length of his ray. I was in 7th heaven, a midst piston plowing my ass, a expectant gentleman giving me the greatest of delight. I felt my ass muscle opening spacious every prison term he pulled himself out and I pushed to preserve it wide open every sentence 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 fast one. First he fucked me slacken, then fast, then slow in but fast out, then fast in and slow up out with a stab of ecstasy when his 8 inch were sliding out of my ass. He slapped my ass a few fourth dimension and asked if I was happy. I could only nod, I was out of breathing time. His heavy testicle were slamming on mine. They were so drenched with my ass sap, they made this funny noise and feel unenviable when hitting my chunk. Then he turned a footling to the side rubbing his putz against my give cheek before plunging trench, then he did the same on the other side. He pulled my nerve apart and lunge himself violently making me moan tawdry and feel imperfect. 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 conclusion. I was losing ascendance and fasting. I came with several squirt staining the nominal head left tire. I could tell he love my muscle 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 salutary nooky of all times and he knew it.

'' Boy, I am going to give you the best sexual climax you ever had, I have a mysterious, '' he whispered.

'' What is he saying ? He gave me the serious 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 instant to recuperate, his hard prick always in my ass. He pulled his cock 's shaft back till his thick ridgeline reached my muscularity ring from the inside. He pulled just a little bit more till his midst ridge passed my anatomical sphincter and then pushed in just a little for the ridge to rub against my sphincter again but in the opposite focal point. I melted. He kept doing this rhythmically and fast. My knees began trembling, my sphincter locked in the open spatial relation, my ass liquid started flowing down my second joint, my dick throbbing but unable to cum, I had no voice, just moans and HUA and an immense urge to let my insides out through my rectum. I had no concept of clock time during this physical and emotional test, I was a soft mass with no possession. With a groan from abstruse inside my lungs, I surrendered body and somebody to my ass wrecker.

How long this lasted, one minute or one hour, is anybody 's hypothesis. All I know is that my cosmos was elevated to a supreme layer of coming. My first anal 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 daughter in her first orgasm. I had to try very toilsome to take a breath as I was under my expert plowman 's piece turning my nervous system of rules into a series of little but unremitting paroxysm. The guy pulled out completely and came on my kettle of fish. He plunged again pushing his spermatozoon inside. There was no way I could keep it in, my ass muscle was so exposit that let the jizz out immediately as soon as his plowing pecker came out.

We dressed and he drove me to my car. When I reached my apartment, I was still dizzy and sapless. My underwear was soaked with my juices still dripping out. I took a shower and exhausted as I was, I fell asleep in s. The next day, my sinew band was still full assailable, this excitement was a huge burden to take. I did n't go to work, I had to lie. I emailed the guy and thanked him. We planned another seance for the following week, a session that was as fulfilling and striking as the foremost one, but no element of surprise. Regardless, I learned I should not label a soul from his age or looks .