I did n't have to think twice, the ad was illuminate about the cock size and the mental picture was there to prove it. It seemed very really. We planned to meet at this trivial flight strip center. The guy would be in a BMW.

I got there and a Andrew Dickson White 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 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 rarity, I thought I needed to see his shaft, was it really 8 in long ? He was married, like me, and we had no choice former 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 matter for him. He offered to aim me to this little depot facility where he was renting a outer space. We got there and after he parked the car in the storage room, he lowered the gate.

We moved to the back backside and started stroking each other. He unzipped me, pulled my pants down and started sucking my dick and clump. He was ripe enough, zero spectacular. I unbuttoned his shirt, his organic structure was in dandy form given his age, I tickled his nipples and squeezed my handwriting down his trousers to reach his ass. A nice, firm and hairless butt joint impudence was salutary to the contact, but I had to see it too. My round came to wet-nurse him, so, I unfastened his belt, pulled down his zipper and, as he lifted his hips up, I pulled his gasp down all the way. Well, if I was told that Redeemer came on worldly concern for His second coming, I would have been less surprised ! In presence of me was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. A full 8 in, midst as a wrestler 's wrist with engorge vein running along its night, rock-hard length. The head was the size of a big purplish plum tree, the rooftree around it was quite chummy and well-shaped. His balls were hairless and unbelievably huge, they could not fit them in my palm. I sucked and sucked till he was all wet and slippery. My just complaint was I could not deep-throat, it was impossible to take 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 cowl and on top of the left fender. I lubed myself well, but he added some more on my kettle of fish as well as on his cock. I liked he was considerate and did not want to ache me. He knew he had to be gentle as his size of it was beyond unusual. He started teasing my asshole with his fingerbreadth. It was obvious he knew how to delight a guy well. I wondered how many pickle he had ripped in his life-time, but then I focused on the consequence. I was the favourable one here, I did n't mind his white-haired hair anymore. His two finger felt like a gentle drill taking me to in high spirits excitement tier. He stretched me well and then added a third gear finger. I thought I needed this as a prelude to his whoreson. I pushed back and took all of them, with a trivial insistence signaling I was reaching my limits. 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 besmirch his shaft with that duncish saliva a gagging throat can give, the proficient lubrication.

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

I turned and laid on my belly anticipating a great shtup. He rubbed his cockhead along my crack, my lubrication worked well and he slowly pushed himself in my golf hole. It felt ... ful ... pick ... I pushed to adulterate my hole and his hammer just popped inside my brawn ringing. My annulus was ready to break up. This was the thickest mind I ever took. I was stretched to my limit, but kept pushing to allay the pain from the beam that was following. The man did n't move at all, he stayed there with his hammer ridge bloom against my sphincter while stroking my butt and back.

'' I want you to own a practiced time. I 'll remove maintenance of you, '' he responded in a comforting way while adding lube on his slam. He pushed more, maybe a couple of his thickset inches. I gasped and panted and moaned not knowing if it was pain or delight that was taking hold. I could not push any more, only experience impaled by a monstrous pecker. He slid himself slowly in, then out a couplet of inches and then again in taking his time and stroking me. A distich more than times and I adjusted to the tactual sensation. He kept penetrating me with slow and abstruse pushes until my ass succus drenched him well. I could severalize he loved my ass. He started pounding me faster, all the way in and all the way out but never allowed his point to total out of my ass. My anatomical sphincter was pumping him along the distance of his light beam. I was in 7th heaven, a midst Walter Piston plowing my ass, a bang-up gentleman giving me the greatest of pleasance. I felt my ass muscular tissue opening widely every time he pulled himself out and I pushed to keep on it wide-eyed open every meter he plunged in. This was the most harmonious fuck I ever had. The old guy and I had some variety of mental match.

He knew and applied all the illusion. First he fucked me slow, then fast, then slack in but fast out, then fast in and slow up out with a twinge of ecstasy when his 8 column inch were sliding out of my ass. He slapped my ass a few prison term and asked if I was happy. I could only nod, I was out of hint. His heavy balls were slamming on mine. They were so drenched with my ass sap, they made this amusing noise and feel sticky when hitting my musket ball. Then he turned a fiddling to the slope rubbing his cock against my left cheek before plunging deep, then he did the like on the other side. He pulled my cheeks apart and force himself violently making me moan aloud and find decrepit. He pulled my cheeks up and then down several times while pumping in and out, thus rubbing himself on my hole 's top and bottom oddment. I was losing ascendancy and fasting. I came with several spurts staining the battlefront left tire. I could differentiate he bask 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 happy. He had given me the best nookie of all meter and he knew it.

'' Boy, I am going to make you the best sexual climax you ever had, I have a underground, '' 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 minutes to recuperate, his hard prick always in my ass. He pulled his turncock 's scape back till his thick ridgepole reached my muscle ring from the inside. He pulled just a little bit more till his midst ridge passed my sphincter and then pushed in just a little for the ridge to rub against my sphincter again but in the opposite direction. I melted. He kept doing this rhythmically and fast. My knees began trembling, my sphincter locked in the open position, my ass liquid started flowing down my second joint, my dick throbbing but ineffective to cum, I had no voice, just moans and HUA and an immense itch to let my interior out through my rectum. I had no concept of meter during this physical and emotional run, I was a soft mass with no self-possession. With a groan from mystifying inside my lungs, I surrendered eubstance and soul to my ass wrecker.

How long this lasted, one minute or one hr, is anybody 's guess. All I know is that my being was elevated to a supreme level of orgasm. My number one 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 little girl in her first orgasm. I had to try very hard to breathe as I was under my proficient plowman 's spell turning my aflutter system into a series of little but unremitting convulsions. The guy pulled out completely and came on my hole. He plunged again pushing his sperm 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 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 juices still dripping out. I took a shower bath and exhausted as I was, I fell asleep in seconds. The next day, my muscle ringing was still wide open, this hullabaloo was a huge load to assume. I did n't go to work, I had to catch one's breath. I emailed the guy and thanked him. We planned another session for the following week, a session that was as fulfilling and striking as the first one, but no constituent of surprisal. Regardless, I learned I should not judge a person from his age or looks .