I did n't have to recall twice, the ad was clear about the cock size and the ikon was there to prove it. It seemed very actual. We planned to meet at this little strip plaza. 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 bighearted man with late spicy 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 hammer, 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 care us renting a room as he was very concerned with privacy. This was a vast thing for him. He offered to take me to this little storage adeptness 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 seat and started stroking each other. He unzipped me, pulled my bloomers down and started sucking my dick and balls. He was serious enough, nothing spectacular. I unbuttoned his shirt, his body was in swell Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe given his age, I tickled his mamilla and squeezed my hand down his trousers to contact his ass. A courteous, firm and hairless butt brass was dear to the touch, but I had to see it too. My turn came to soak up him, so, I unfastened his bang, pulled down his zip fastener and, as he lifted his hip up, I pulled his gasp down all the way. Well, if I was told that Jesus came on world for His second issue forth, I would let been less surprise ! In front of me was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. A full moon 8 inch, thick as a grappler 's radiocarpal joint with glut veins running along its iniquity, rock-hard duration. The head was the size of it of a big purplish plum, the ridge around it was quite thick-skulled and well-shaped. His balls were hairless and unbelievably huge, they could not fit them in my thenar. I sucked and sucked till he was all wet and slippery. My only complaint was I could not deep-throat, it was unimaginable to consume this big forefront as it jammed my esophagus.

As we needed more space to move, we got out of the car and I was going to lay face down on the left over side of the hood and on top of the left wing cowcatcher. I lubed myself well, but he added some more on my muddle as well as on his putz. I liked he was considerate and did not want to wound me. He knew he had to be blue-blooded as his size was beyond strange. 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 sprightliness, but then I focused on the here and now. I was the lucky one here, I did n't take care his grey whisker anymore. His two finger's breadth felt like a gentle recitation taking me to gamey 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 lilliputian pressure signaling I was reaching my bound. But he was commodity. Just with his fingerbreadth, he almost made me cum. I knelt and sucked him again. I tried to deep throat with no success, but I was able to smudge his shaft with that fatheaded spittle a gagging throat can leave, the best lubrication.

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

I turned and laid on my stomach anticipating a great fuck. He rubbed his cockhead along my scissure, my lubrication worked well and he slowly pushed himself in my maw. It felt ... ful ... weft ... I pushed to stretch out my yap and his cock just popped inside my muscularity hoop. My doughnut was ready to crack. This was the heavyset point I ever took. I was stretched to my limit, but kept pushing to ease the infliction from the shot that was following. The man did n't travel at all, he stayed there with his cock ridge flush against my sphincter while stroking my tooshie and back.

'' I want you to suffer a sound clock time. I 'll take care of you, '' he responded in a comforting way while adding lube on his shaft. He pushed more, maybe a mates of his duncish column inch. I gasped and panted and moaned not knowing if it was infliction or pleasure that was taking grip. I could not push any more than, only feel impaled by a monstrous shaft. He slid himself slowly in, then out a couple of inches and then again in taking his time and stroking me. A couple more times and I adjusted to the feeling. He kept penetrating me with dull and deep push until my ass juice drenched him well. I could tell he loved my ass. He started pounding me flying, all the way in and all the way out but never allowed his drumhead to come out of my ass. My sphincter was pumping him along the duration of his scape. I was in 7th heaven, a dense piston plowing my ass, a great gentleman giving me the gravid of pleasures. I felt my ass sinew opening wide every time he pulled himself out and I pushed to keep it all-encompassing exposed every sentence he plunged in. This was the most harmonious fuck I ever had. The old guy and I had some sort of genial match.

He knew and applied all the tricks. first-class honours degree he fucked me slow, then fast, then slow in but fast out, then fast in and slow out with a twinge of Adam when his 8 inches 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 dense balls were slamming on mine. They were so drenched with my ass sap, they made this funny noise and feel glutinous when hitting my balls. Then he turned a little to the side rubbing his cock against my pass on nerve before plunging deep, then he did the same on the other side. He pulled my nerve apart and thrust himself violently making me moan tawdry and find feeble. He pulled my cheeks up and then down various times while pumping in and out, thus rubbing himself on my hole 's top and buns ends. I was losing ascendence and fast. I came with various spurts staining the straw man left tyre. I could tell he enjoyed my brawniness ring pulsating while I was cumming. He leaned over and hugged me, kissing my neck with his gumshoe still plunged inside me. The guy was happy. He had given me the topper shtup of all times and he knew it.

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

'' What is he saying ? He gave me the best 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 couple of minutes to recover, his hard cock always in my ass. He pulled his stopcock 's slam back till his thick ridgeline reached my musculus ring from the inside. He pulled just a footling bit more till his thick ridge passed my sphincter and then pushed in just a fiddling for the rooftree to rub against my sphincter again but in the diametric direction. I melted. He kept doing this rhythmically and fast. My knees began trembling, my sphincter locked in the open position, my ass liquid state started flowing down my thighs, my putz throb but ineffectual to cum, I had no interpreter, just moan and hums and an immense impulse 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 willpower. With a groan from recondite inside my lungs, I surrendered body and individual to my ass wrecker.

How long this lasted, one hour or one hour, is anybody 's guess. All I know is that my beingness was elevated to a sovereign story of orgasm. My first of all 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 girl in her first coming. I had to try very strong to breathe as I was under my good plowman 's while turning my nervous scheme into a serial of little but constant convulsions. The guy pulled out completely and came on my trap. He plunged again pushing his sperm inside. There was no way I could keep it in, my ass brawniness 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 flat, I was still vertiginous and infirm. My underclothing was soaked with my juice still dripping out. I took a exhibitor and exhausted as I was, I fell asleep in seconds. The next day, my muscular tissue ring was still wide open, this excitement was a huge load to direct. I did n't go to work, I had to take a breather. I emailed the guy and thanked him. We planned another sitting for the stick with week, a academic term that was as fulfilling and dramatic as the first one, but no element of surprise. Regardless, I learned I should not judge a person from his age or looks .