I did n't ingest to imagine twice, the ad was clear about the cock sizing and the picture was there to examine it. It seemed very actual. We planned to meet at this little slip mall. The guy would be in a BMW.

I got there and a lily-white BMW was parked at the very end. When I got closer, he lowered the window and I saw him. He was a big man with late blue eyes. But his greying hair 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 pecker, was it really 8 column inch long ? He was married, like me, and we had no pick early than the car or a hotel room. He did n't like us renting a room as he was very bear on with privacy. This was a huge thing for him. He offered to take me to this trivial depot facility where he was renting a outer space. We got there and after he parked the car in the reposition room, he lowered the gate.

We moved to the back up seat and started stroking each other. He unzipped me, pulled my pants down and started sucking my dick and balls. He was undecomposed enough, nothing spectacular. I unbuttoned his shirt, his body was in great shape given his age, I tickled his tit and squeezed my mitt down his trouser to reach his ass. A nice, firm and hairless hind end boldness was good to the touch, but I had to see it too. My spell came to lactate him, so, I unfastened his belt, pulled down his zipper and, as he lifted his hips up, I pulled his pants down all the way. Well, if I was told that Good Shepherd came on earth for His second coming, I would make been to a lesser extent surprised ! In forepart of me was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. A total 8 inch, thick as a wrestler 's carpus with gorge vein running along its dark, rock-hard distance. The capitulum was the size of it of a big purplish plum tree, the rooftree around it was quite thick and well-shaped. His balls were hairless and unbelievably immense, they could not fit them in my thenar. I sucked and sucked till he was all wet and slippery. My only charge was I could not deep-throat, it was impossible to train this big brain as it jammed my esophagus.

As we needed more infinite to move, we got out of the car and I was going to lay human face down on the left face of the hood and on top of the left fender. 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 gentle as his sizing 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 life history, but then I focused on the here and now. I was the golden one here, I did n't take care his white-haired hair anymore. His two fingers felt like a gentle drill taking me to luxuriously excitement levels. He stretched me well and then added a third finger. I thought I needed this as a preliminary to his prick. I pushed back and took all of them, with a footling air pressure signaling I was reaching my terminal point. But he was honest. 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 able to denigrate his cock with that thick saliva a gagging throat can give, the expert lubrication.

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

I turned and laid on my stomach anticipating a keen fuck. He rubbed his cockhead along my crack, my lubrication worked well and he slowly pushed himself in my hole. It felt ... ful ... filling ... I pushed to stretch along my muddle and his cock just popped inside my muscle ring. My ring was ready to crack. This was the deep principal I ever took. I was stretched to my demarcation, but kept pushing to allay the pain from the shaft that was following. The man did n't go at all, he stayed there with his shaft ridgepole flush against my sphincter muscle while stroking my rear and back.

'' I want you to have a good sentence. I 'll take care 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 botheration or pleasure that was taking wait. I could not fight any more, only feel impaled by a grievous pecker. He slid himself slowly in, then out a couple of in and then again in taking his time and stroking me. A couple more metre and I adjusted to the feeling. He kept penetrating me with decelerate and inscrutable push button until my ass juices drenched him well. I could recite he loved my ass. He started pounding me debauched, all the way in and all the way out but never allowed his head teacher to come out of my ass. My anatomical sphincter was pumping him along the length of his shaft. I was in 7th heaven, a buddy-buddy Walter Piston plowing my ass, a great gentleman giving me the greatest of delight. I felt my ass muscle opening blanket every time he pulled himself out and I pushed to celebrate it full surface every time he plunged in. This was the most proportionate ass I ever had. The old guy and I had some sort of mental match.

He knew and applied all the tricks. First he fucked me slow, then fast, then retard in but fast out, then fast in and slow out with a twinge of transport when his 8 inch were sliding out of my ass. He slapped my ass a few meter and asked if I was well-chosen. 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 stochasticity and feel sticky when hitting my glob. Then he turned a piffling to the side rubbing his peter against my left impudence before plunging oceanic abyss, then he did the same on the other side of meat. He pulled my cheeks apart and stuff himself violently making me moan loud and flavor weak. He pulled my boldness up and then down respective times while pumping in and out, thus rubbing himself on my yap 's top and bottom ends. I was losing restraint and fast. I came with several spirt staining the front end left tire. I could secernate he savour my brawniness ring pulsating while I was cumming. He leaned over and hugged me, kissing my cervix with his dick still plunged inside me. The guy was happy. He had given me the adept shtup of all times and he knew it.

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

'' What is he saying ? He gave me the considerably 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 span of minutes to retrieve, his intemperate prick always in my ass. He pulled his turncock 's shaft back till his thick ridge reached my muscle ring from the interior. He pulled just a little bit more till his thick rooftree passed my anatomical sphincter and then pushed in just a piffling for the ridge to rub against my sphincter again but in the opposite word direction. I melted. He kept doing this rhythmically and fast. My knees began trembling, my sphincter locked in the open position, my ass liquids started flowing down my second joint, my putz throbbing but unable to cum, I had no voice, just groan and HUM and an immense urge to let my insides out through my rectum. I had no concept of time during this physical and excited trial, I was a soft mass with no self-control. With a moan from oceanic abyss inside my lungs, I surrendered body and soulfulness to my ass wrecker.

How long this lasted, one minute or one hour, is anybody 's surmisal. All I know is that my existence was elevated to a sovereign story of coming. My first anal climax. I was featherbrained 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 1st sexual climax. I had to try very severely to breathe as I was under my practiced plower 's spell turning my nervous arrangement into a serial publication of little but changeless convulsions. The guy pulled out completely and came on my hole. He plunged again pushing his sperm inside. There was no way I could hold back 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 unaccented. My underwear was soaked with my juices still dripping out. I took a shower and exhausted as I was, I fell asleep in arcsecond. The next day, my muscle ring was still wide of the mark spread out, this excitement was a immense load to lead. I did n't go to work out, I had to rest. I emailed the guy and thanked him. We planned another session for the following calendar week, a session that was as fulfilling and spectacular as the first one, but no factor of surprisal. Regardless, I learned I should not label a someone from his age or looks .