I did n't let to think twice, the ad was clear about the peter size and the picture was there to prove it. It seemed very literal. We planned to play at this little comic strip mall. The guy would be in a BMW.

I got there and a blank BMW was parked at the very end. When I got closer, he lowered the window and I saw him. He was a giving man with inscrutable puritanic 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 cock, was it really 8 inches long ? He was married, like me, and we had no choice early than the car or a hotel room. He did n't care us renting a way as he was very concerned with secrecy. This was a huge thing for him. He offered to take me to this little store deftness where he was renting a space. We got there and after he parked the car in the storage room, he lowered the gate.

We moved to the second seat and started stroking each other. He unzipped me, pulled my pants down and started sucking my dick and balls. He was trade good enough, nothing spectacular. I unbuttoned his shirt, his organic structure was in great shape given his age, I tickled his teat and squeezed my hand down his trousers to progress to his ass. A nice, firm and hairless butt cheek was good to the spot, 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 Savior came on earth for His 2d coming, I would have been less storm ! In front line of me was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. A full 8 inches, thick as a grappler 's wrist with gormandize veins running along its dark, rock-hard length. The oral sex was the size of a big purplish plum, the ridgeline around it was quite thick and well-shaped. His balls were hairless and unbelievably Brobdingnagian, they could not fit them in my palm. I sucked and sucked public treasury he was all wet and slippery. My only when complaint was I could not deep-throat, it was impossible to drive this big head word as it jammed my esophagus.

As we needed more distance to go, we got out of the car and I was going to lay 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 maw as well as on his dick. I liked he was considerate and did not desire to hurt me. He knew he had to be docile as his size 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 cakehole he had ripped in his life, but then I focused on the moment. I was the favourable one here, I did n't listen his Grey hair anymore. His two fingerbreadth felt like a gentle practice taking me to high excitement levels. He stretched me well and then added a tertiary digit. I thought I needed this as a prelude to his dent. I pushed back and took all of them, with a footling press 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 smear his putz 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 stomach anticipating a not bad fuck. He rubbed his cockhead along my whirl, my lubrication worked well and he slowly pushed himself in my hole. It felt ... ful ... filling ... I pushed to stretch my hole and his cock just popped inside my muscle ring. My pack was ready to crack. This was the thickest chief I ever took. I was stretched to my limit, but kept pushing to ease the annoyance from the shaft that was following. The man did n't move at all, he stayed there with his stopcock ridgeline flush against my sphincter while stroking my cigaret and back.

'' I want you to accept a good time. I 'll take care of you, '' he responded in a comforting way while adding lube on his quill. He pushed more, maybe a couple of his compact in. I gasped and panted and moaned not knowing if it was pain or pleasure that was taking detention. I could not push any More, only feel impaled by a atrocious dick. He slid himself slowly in, then out a couple of in and then again in taking his meter and stroking me. A couple to a greater extent fourth dimension and I adjusted to the feeling. He kept penetrating me with slow down and deep push button until my ass juices drenched him well. I could distinguish he loved my ass. He started pounding me faster, all the way in and all the way out but never allowed his headland to come out of my ass. My anatomical sphincter was pumping him along the length of his shaft. I was in 7th promised land, a thick Piston plowing my ass, a big gentleman's gentleman giving me the capital of pleasures. I felt my ass muscle opening wide-cut every sentence he pulled himself out and I pushed to keep it wide overt every clip 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. kickoff he fucked me slacken, then fast, then decelerate in but fast out, then fast in and slacken out with a twinge of ecstasy 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 shady interference and find muggy when hitting my balls. Then he turned a niggling to the side rubbing his peter against my provide nerve before plunging deep, then he did the same on the former side. He pulled my nerve apart and pierce himself violently making me moan loud and feeling weak. He pulled my nerve up and then down several times while pumping in and out, thus rubbing himself on my muddle 's top and hindquarters ends. I was losing control and fast. I came with respective spurts staining the strawman left tire. I could tell apart he delight my brawn 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 comfortably piece of ass of all times and he knew it.

'' Boy, I am going to make you the in effect orgasm you ever had, I have a secret, '' he whispered.

'' What is he saying ? He gave me the right 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 recover, his voiceless prick always in my ass. He pulled his prick 's shaft back till his midst ridge reached my muscle ring from the interior. He pulled just a little bit more till his thick ridge passed my anatomical sphincter and then pushed in just a footling for the ridge to rub against my anatomical sphincter again but in the antonym direction. I melted. He kept doing this rhythmically and fast. My human knee began trembling, my sphincter locked in the open position, my ass liquids started flowing down my thighs, my peter throbbing but ineffectual to cum, I had no voice, just moan and Movement of Holy Warriors and an Brobdingnagian urge to let my insides out through my rectum. I had no concept of clip during this physical and emotional visitation, I was a soft mass with no will power. With a moan from deep inside my lungs, I surrendered eubstance and soul to my ass wrecker.

How long this lasted, one mo or one hour, is anybody 's dead reckoning. All I know is that my existence was elevated to a supreme point of orgasm. My number one anal orgasm. I was light-headed 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 young woman in her firstly sexual climax. I had to try very tough to take a breather as I was under my adept ploughman 's spell turning my nervous organization into a serial of little but constant convulsions. The guy pulled out completely and came on my hole. He plunged again pushing his sperm inside. There was no way I could prevent 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 silly and light. My underclothing was soaked with my juices still dripping out. I took a rain shower and exhausted as I was, I fell asleep in sec. The succeeding day, my muscularity anchor ring was still wide-cut surface, this excitement was a huge load to pack. I did n't go to crop, I had to rest. I emailed the guy and thanked him. We planned another sitting for the pursuit week, a session that was as fulfilling and striking as the first one, but no element of surprise. Regardless, I learned I should not evaluate a person from his age or looks .