I did n't induce to believe twice, the ad was clear about the turncock size and the picture was there to testify it. It seemed very real. We planned to meet at this slight strip plaza. The guy would be in a BMW.

I got there and a Patrick White 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 deep blasphemous oculus. But his greying hair turned me off. I ca n't do it with mortal that is my Fatherhood '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 way. He did n't like us renting a room as he was very occupy with privateness. This was a huge thing for him. He offered to bring me to this trivial storage deftness where he was renting a blank space. We got there and after he parked the car in the storage elbow 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 musket ball. He was honorable enough, cipher spectacular. I unbuttoned his shirt, his consistency was in great shape given his age, I tickled his tit and squeezed my hand down his trousers to get to his ass. A nice, house and hairless butt cheek was good to the pinch, but I had to see it too. My turn came to give suck him, so, I unfastened his belt, pulled down his zip fastener and, as he lifted his hips up, I pulled his pants down all the way. Well, if I was told that Jesus came on earth for His second occur, I would consume been less surprise ! In front of me was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. A fully 8 in, thick as a wrestler 's wrist with gourmandize veins running along its dark, rock-hard length. The head was the size of it of a big purplish plum, the ridgepole around it was quite thick and well-shaped. His musket ball were hairless and unbelievably Brobdingnagian, they could not fit them in my palm. I sucked and sucked till he was all wet and slippery. My exclusively complaint was I could not deep-throat, it was impossible to take this big header as it jammed my esophagus.

As we needed more blank space to move, we got out of the car and I was going to lay human face down on the left side 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 need to hurt 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 please a guy well. I wondered how many pickle he had ripped in his lifespan, but then I focused on the moment. I was the prosperous one here, I did n't mind his grey hair anymore. His two fingerbreadth felt like a gentle drill taking me to high excitement stratum. He stretched me well and then added a third finger. I thought I needed this as a prelude to his prick. I pushed back and took all of them, with a little pressing signaling I was reaching my limitation. But he was goodness. 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 rooster with that thick saliva a gagging throat can give, the best lubrication.

'' clock time 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 big fucking. He rubbed his cockhead along my wisecrack, my lubrication worked well and he slowly pushed himself in my hole. It felt ... ful ... filling ... I pushed to stretch my cakehole and his cock just popped inside my muscle ring. My ring was cook to crack. This was the thickest head I ever took. I was stretched to my limit, but kept pushing to ease the pain from the shaft that was following. The man did n't move at all, he stayed there with his cock ridgepole flush against my sphincter muscle while stroking my backside and back.

'' I want you to have a good time. I 'll take tutelage of you, '' he responded in a comforting way while adding lube on his rotating shaft. He pushed more, maybe a couple of his thick column inch. I gasped and panted and moaned not knowing if it was pain or pleasure that was taking hold. I could not bear on any more, only feel impaled by a flagitious pecker. He slid himself slowly in, then out a duad of column inch and then again in taking his fourth dimension and stroking me. A couplet more clip and I adjusted to the touch. He kept penetrating me with retard and deep button until my ass juices drenched him well. I could enjoin he loved my ass. He started pounding me faster, all the way in and all the way out but never allowed his straits to arrive out of my ass. My sphincter was pumping him along the length of his shaft. I was in 7th nirvana, a thick piston plowing my ass, a great gentleman giving me the great of delight. I felt my ass muscle opening blanket every prison term he pulled himself out and I pushed to keep it spacious open every metre he plunged in. This was the most proportionate fucking I ever had. The old guy and I had some sort of mental match.

He knew and applied all the thaumaturgy. low he fucked me slow down, then fast, then slow in but fast out, then fast in and slow up out with a twinge of XTC 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 heavy balls were slamming on mine. They were so drenched with my ass sap, they made this funny noise and feel sticky when hitting my balls. Then he turned a fiddling to the side of meat rubbing his cock against my pass on impertinence before plunging oceanic abyss, then he did the Lapp on the former side. He pulled my cheek apart and hurtle himself violently making me groan loud and feel weak. He pulled my brass up and then down several clip while pumping in and out, thus rubbing himself on my hole 's top and bottom ends. I was losing control and fast. I came with several spurts staining the front man left tire. I could enjoin 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 happy. He had given me the just piece of tail of all times and he knew it.

'' Boy, I am going to give you the best sexual climax you ever had, I have a secret, '' 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 couplet of minutes to convalesce, his hard bastard always in my ass. He pulled his cock 's beam back till his thick ridge reached my heftiness ring from the inside. He pulled just a little bit more till his thick ridgeline passed my sphincter and then pushed in just a little for the ridge to rub against my anatomical sphincter again but in the opposite counseling. I melted. He kept doing this rhythmically and fast. My articulatio genus began trembling, my sphincter locked in the undecided berth, my ass liquidity started flowing down my thigh, my peter throbbing but ineffective to cum, I had no articulation, just moans and Harkat-ul-Mujahidin and an immense impulse to let my inside out through my rectum. I had no concept of time during this physical and worked up trial, I was a flaccid mass with no willpower. With a groan from deep inside my lungs, I surrendered consistence and soul to my ass wrecker.

How long this lasted, one minute or one hour, is anybody 's guess. All I know is that my existence was elevated to a supreme level of orgasm. My maiden anal orgasm. I was woozy 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 1st climax. I had to try very difficult to breathe as I was under my expert plower 's magical spell turning my skittish organization into a series of minuscule but incessant upheaval. The guy pulled out completely and came on my hole. He plunged again pushing his sperm cell inside. There was no way I could stay fresh it in, my ass muscleman was so flesh out 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 underclothing was soaked with my succus still dripping out. I took a exhibitor and exhausted as I was, I fell asleep in irregular. The next day, my muscle pack was still encompassing outdoors, this excitement was a huge load to take on. I did n't go to run, I had to rest. I emailed the guy and thanked him. We planned another seance for the followers hebdomad, a sitting that was as fulfilling and spectacular as the world-class one, but no element of surprise. Regardless, I learned I should not estimate a mortal from his age or looks .