I did n't have to conceive twice, the ad was clear about the peter size of it and the photograph was there to prove it. It seemed very real. We planned to meet 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 fine-looking man with mysterious blueish centre. But his greying hair turned me off. I ca n't do it with soul 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 selection other than the car or a hotel elbow room. He did n't like us renting a room as he was very concerned with privacy. This was a Brobdingnagian matter for him. He offered to take me to this little storage adeptness where he was renting a space. We got there and after he parked the car in the memory board way, he lowered the gate.

We moved to the back seat and started stroking each other. He unzipped me, pulled my pants down and started sucking my dick and balls. He was good enough, nothing spectacular. I unbuttoned his shirt, his consistence was in great shape given his age, I tickled his nipples and squeezed my paw down his trousers to achieve his ass. A nice, firm and hairless butt cheek was sound to the touch, but I had to see it too. My act came to suck in him, so, I unfastened his belt, pulled down his zip fastener and, as he lifted his hips up, I pulled his drawers down all the way. Well, if I was told that Jesus came on earth for His second occur, I would have been to a lesser extent surprised ! In front of me was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. A wide 8 in, thick as a wrestler 's wrist with engorged vein running along its wickedness, rock-hard duration. The head was the size of a big purplish plum, the ridge around it was quite fatheaded and well-shaped. His balls were hairless and unbelievably Brobdingnagian, they could not fit them in my palm. I sucked and sucked public treasury he was all wet and slippery. My only when complaint was I could not deep-throat, it was impossible to adopt this big head as it jammed my esophagus.

As we needed more blank space to prompt, we got out of the car and I was going to lay face down on the left side of the toughie and on top of the entrust cowcatcher. I lubed myself well, but he added some more on my hole as well as on his dick. I liked he was considerate and did not want to hurt me. He knew he had to be gruntle 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 holes he had ripped in his animation, but then I focused on the moment. I was the golden one here, I did n't heed his grey hair anymore. His two fingerbreadth felt like a gentle exercise taking me to heights fervor horizontal surface. He stretched me well and then added a third finger's breadth. I thought I needed this as a prelude to his prick. I pushed back and took all of them, with a little pressure signaling I was reaching my boundary. But he was good. Just with his finger's breadth, he almost made me cum. I knelt and sucked him again. I tried to deep pharynx with no achiever, but I was able-bodied to sully his cock with that midst saliva a gagging pharynx can have, the estimable lubrication.

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

I turned and laid on my venter anticipating a great screwing. He rubbed his cockhead along my gap, my lubrication worked well and he slowly pushed himself in my hollow. It felt ... ful ... filling ... I pushed to stretch my jam and his cock just popped inside my muscle ring. My ring was set to collapse. This was the stocky question I ever took. I was stretched to my limit, but kept pushing to ease the pain from the jibe that was following. The man did n't move at all, he stayed there with his peter ridgepole flush against my sphincter muscle while stroking my butt and back.

'' I want you to have a good time. I 'll lease care of you, '' he responded in a comforting way while adding lube on his lance. He pushed more, maybe a couple of his thick-skulled inches. I gasped and panted and moaned not knowing if it was infliction or pleasure that was taking hold. I could not push any more, only sense impaled by a monstrous dick. He slid himself slowly in, then out a couple of inches and then again in taking his metre and stroking me. A couple More time and I adjusted to the feeling. He kept penetrating me with slow and deep pushes until my ass juices drenched him well. I could tell he loved my ass. He started pounding me quicker, all the way in and all the way out but never allowed his point to come out of my ass. My sphincter muscle was pumping him along the length of his shaft. I was in 7th nirvana, a deep Piston plowing my ass, a heavy gentleman's gentleman giving me the greatest of pleasure. I felt my ass muscle opening across-the-board every metre he pulled himself out and I pushed to keep it wide give every time he plunged in. This was the most harmonious piece of tail I ever had. The old guy and I had some sort of mental match.

He knew and applied all the magic trick. First he fucked me slacken, then fast, then slow in but fast out, then fast in and slow up out with a twinge of ecstasy when his 8 inches were sliding out of my ass. He slapped my ass a few time and asked if I was happy. I could only nod, I was out of breath. His large balls were slamming on mine. They were so drenched with my ass sap, they made this funny noise and feel sticky when hitting my Lucille Ball. Then he turned a little to the side rubbing his cock against my left wing cheek before plunging trench, then he did the Same on the early incline. He pulled my buttock apart and stuff himself violently making me groan tacky and tactile property rickety. He pulled my cheeks up and then down several times while pumping in and out, thus rubbing himself on my hole 's top and rear ends. I was losing mastery and fast. I came with several spurt staining the front man left tire. I could secern he enjoyed 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 best fuck of all times and he knew it.

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

'' What is he saying ? He gave me the best coming already ... is he so old he forgot it ? '' I wondered.

But he knew what he was saying, I didn't.

He allowed me a twain of instant to reclaim, his backbreaking prick always in my ass. He pulled his cock 's shaft back till his midst ridgepole reached my muscle ring from the interior. He pulled just a minuscule bit more till his thick ridge passed my sphincter and then pushed in just a petty for the ridgepole to rub against my sphincter again but in the polar direction. I melted. He kept doing this rhythmically and fast. My knees began trembling, my sphincter locked in the surface position, my ass liquidness started flowing down my second joint, my dick throbbing but unable to cum, I had no voice, just moan and humming and an immense itch to let my insides out through my rectum. I had no concept of time during this strong-arm and emotional trial, I was a soft mass with no willpower. With a groan from deep inside my lungs, I surrendered torso and soulfulness to my ass wrecker.

How long this lasted, one bit or one time of day, is anybody 's guess. All I know is that my existence was elevated to a supreme level of orgasm. My foremost anal 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 girl in her first orgasm. I had to try very hard to catch one's breath as I was under my expert plowman 's patch turning my nervous organization into a series of niggling but never-ending paroxysm. The guy pulled out completely and came on my cakehole. He plunged again pushing his spermatozoon inside. There was no way I could retain it in, my ass muscle was so elaborate 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 giddy and washy. My underwear was soaked with my juices still dripping out. I took a exhibitor and exhausted as I was, I fell asleep in seconds. The next day, my sinew ring was still wide open, this excitement was a huge warhead to take. I did n't go to wreak, I had to reside. I emailed the guy and thanked him. We planned another session for the postdate week, a session that was as fulfilling and dramatic as the first one, but no factor of surprisal. Regardless, I learned I should not judge a mortal from his age or looks .