I did n't have to think twice, the ad was clear about the shaft size and the photograph was there to show it. It seemed very real. We planned to converge at this fiddling cartoon strip plaza. The guy would be in a BMW.

I got there and a Edward 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 blue eyes. But his greying hair turned me off. I ca n't do it with individual that is my male parent 's age. But I gave in to curiosity, I thought I needed to see his stopcock, was it really 8 column inch long ? He was married, like me, and we had no choice other than the car or a hotel way. He did n't wish us renting a room as he was very bear on with privacy. This was a Brobdingnagian thing for him. He offered to take me to this picayune storage facility where he was renting a space. We got there and after he parked the car in the entrepot room, he lowered the gate.

We moved to the game seat and started stroking each other. He unzipped me, pulled my pants down and started sucking my dick and testicle. He was good enough, cypher spectacular. I unbuttoned his shirt, his body was in outstanding shape given his age, I tickled his mamilla and squeezed my deal down his trousers to reach his ass. A nice, business firm and hairless tail face was undecomposed to the ghost, but I had to see it too. My turn came to suck 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 Redeemer came on globe for His second coming, I would have been less surprised ! In front of me was the most beautiful pecker I had ever seen. A full 8 inches, thick as a wrestler 's radiocarpal joint with engorged mineral vein running along its shadow, rock-hard length. The promontory was the size of a big purplish plum, the ridgeline around it was quite midst and well-shaped. His nut were hairless and unbelievably vast, they could not fit them in my medallion. I sucked and sucked trough he was all wet and slippery. My only complaint was I could not deep-throat, it was unimaginable to acquire this big head as it jammed my esophagus.

As we needed more space to be active, we got out of the car and I was going to lay grimace down on the allow for position of the cowl and on top of the left wing. I lubed myself well, but he added some more on my kettle of fish as well as on his shaft. I liked he was considerate and did not want to hurt me. He knew he had to be patrician as his size of it was beyond unusual. He started teasing my SOB 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, 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 senior high school turmoil grade. He stretched me well and then added a third finger's breadth. I thought I needed this as a prelude to his shaft. I pushed back and took all of them, with a minuscule force per unit area signaling I was reaching my limits. But he was honest. Just with his fingers, he almost made me cum. I knelt and sucked him again. I tried to deep throat with no winner, but I was able to smear his cock with that thick saliva a gagging pharynx can give, the best lubrication.

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

I turned and laid on my stomach anticipating a great 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 dilute my hole and his shaft just popped inside my muscle ring. My tintinnabulation was make to crack. This was the duncish head I ever took. I was stretched to my limit, but kept pushing to relieve the pain from the rotating shaft that was following. The man did n't move at all, he stayed there with his dick ridgeline flush against my sphincter while stroking my coffin nail and back.

'' I want you to birth a dependable fourth dimension. I 'll lead care of you, '' he responded in a comforting way while adding lubricator on his ray. He pushed more, maybe a duo of his fatheaded inches. I gasped and panted and moaned not knowing if it was pain or pleasure that was taking wait. I could not push any More, only feel impaled by a monstrous prick. He slid himself slowly in, then out a couple of in and then again in taking his time and stroking me. A brace More times and I adjusted to the feeling. He kept penetrating me with slow down and mystifying get-up-and-go until my ass juices drenched him well. I could tell he loved my ass. He started pounding me faster, all the way in and all the way out but never allowed his heading to come out of my ass. My sphincter was pumping him along the length of his ray of light. I was in 7th nirvana, a thick Walter Piston plowing my ass, a corking gentleman giving me the greatest of pleasures. I felt my ass muscle opening wide every time he pulled himself out and I pushed to observe it wide surface every time he plunged in. This was the most harmonious roll in the hay I ever had. The old guy and I had some kind of genial match.

He knew and applied all the tricks. First he fucked me slack, then fast, then slow in but fast out, then fast in and slack out with a twinge of disco biscuit 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 bollock 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 tool against my leave alone cheek before plunging deep, then he did the Lapp on the early side. He pulled my impertinence apart and lunge himself violently making me moan aloud and smell weak. He pulled my impudence up and then down several times while pumping in and out, thus rubbing himself on my hole 's top and fanny conclusion. I was losing ascendency and fast. I came with several spurt staining the presence left tire. I could differentiate he enjoyed my musculus ring pulsating while I was cumming. He leaned over and hugged me, kissing my neck with his hawkshaw still plunged inside me. The guy was glad. He had given me the best fuck of all times and he knew it.

'' Boy, I am going to consecrate you the scoop orgasm you ever had, I have a enigma, '' he whispered.

'' What is he saying ? He gave me the best 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 minute to recuperate, his laborious prick always in my ass. He pulled his tool 's shaft back till his thick ridge reached my muscle ring from the interior. He pulled just a little bit more till his midst ridge passed my sphincter and then pushed in just a piffling for the ridge to rub against my sphincter again but in the paired direction. I melted. He kept doing this rhythmically and fast. My knees began trembling, my sphincter locked in the out-of-doors position, my ass liquids started flowing down my thighs, my dick throbbing but unable to cum, I had no voice, just moan and Harkat ul-Mujahedeen and an vast urge to let my insides out through my rectum. I had no concept of fourth dimension during this forcible and excited trial, I was a sonant tidy sum with no self-command. With a groan from deep inside my lungs, I surrendered torso and person to my ass wrecker.

How long this lasted, one minute or one hour, is anybody 's shot. All I know is that my existence was elevated to a supreme horizontal surface of orgasm. My first anal sexual climax. I was vertiginous 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 number one orgasm. I had to try very hard to pass off as I was under my expert plowman 's spell turning my nervous organization into a series of little but constant 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 preserve it in, my ass muscle was so dilated that let the jizz out immediately as soon as his plowing puppet came out.

We dressed and he drove me to my car. When I reached my flat, I was still dizzy and weak. My underclothes was soaked with my juices still dripping out. I took a shower and exhausted as I was, I fell asleep in seconds. The next day, my muscleman ring was still wide open, this inflammation was a huge lode to look at. I did n't go to work, I had to take a breather. I emailed the guy and thanked him. We planned another session for the be calendar week, a session that was as fulfilling and dramatic as the first one, but no constituent of surprisal. Regardless, I learned I should not gauge a somebody from his age or looks .