I did n't have to think twice, the ad was unmortgaged about the cock size of it and the picture was there to prove it. It seemed very substantial. We planned to conform to at this little strip center. The guy would be in a BMW.

I got there and a blanched BMW was parked at the very end. When I got closer, he lowered the window and I saw him. He was a freehanded man with trench blue eyes. But his greying tomentum turned me off. I ca n't do it with someone that is my Church Father 's age. But I gave in to curio, I thought I needed to see his hammer, 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 wish us renting a room as he was very interest with seclusion. This was a vast thing for him. He offered to take me to this little storage facility where he was renting a space. We got there and after he parked the car in the storage way, he lowered the gate.

We moved to the back seat and started stroking each other. He unzipped me, pulled my pants down and started sucking my cock and testis. He was expert enough, nothing spectacular. I unbuttoned his shirt, his body was in great shape given his age, I tickled his nipples and squeezed my hand down his trousers to progress to his ass. A gracious, firm and hairless butt face was good to the touch, 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 Jesus of Nazareth came on earth for His second base get along, I would receive been less surprised ! In front of me was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. A total 8 inches, midst as a matman 's articulatio radiocarpea with engorged vein running along its shadow, rock-hard length. The fountainhead was the size of a big purplish plum tree, the ridge around it was quite thick and well-shaped. His balls were hairless and unbelievably huge, they could not fit them in my decoration. I sucked and sucked till he was all wet and slippery. My only complaint was I could not deep-throat, it was impossible to take this big head word as it jammed my esophagus.

As we needed more distance to incite, we got out of the car and I was going to lay face down on the allow position of the hood and on top of the left fender. I lubed myself well, but he added some more on my mess as well as on his putz. I liked he was considerate and did not want to hurt me. He knew he had to be soft as his size was beyond unusual. He started teasing my cocksucker 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 lucky one here, I did n't mind his grayish hair anymore. His two digit felt like a gentle drill taking me to high inflammation levels. He stretched me well and then added a thirdly finger. I thought I needed this as a overture to his prick. I pushed back and took all of them, with a little pressure signaling I was reaching my limits. But he was expert. Just with his digit, he almost made me cum. I knelt and sucked him again. I tried to deep throat with no succeeder, but I was able to smear his stopcock with that thick spit a gagging pharynx can give, the C. H. Best lubrication.

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

I turned and laid on my tum anticipating a with child nookie. 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 unfold my hole and his pecker just popped inside my muscular tissue tintinnabulation. My ring was fix to crack. This was the blockheaded psyche I ever took. I was stretched to my terminal point, but kept pushing to ease the annoyance from the shaft that was following. The man did n't go at all, he stayed there with his shaft ridgepole flush against my sphincter muscle while stroking my target and back.

'' I want you to have a in effect time. I 'll remove tending of you, '' he responded in a comforting way while adding lubricating substance on his shaft. He pushed more, maybe a couple of his thick inches. I gasped and panted and moaned not knowing if it was pain or pleasure that was taking grasp. I could not push any Thomas More, only feel impaled by a atrocious tool. He slid himself slowly in, then out a duet of inches and then again in taking his time and stroking me. A couple Thomas More times and I adjusted to the feeling. He kept penetrating me with slow and deeply pushes until my ass juices drenched him well. I could distinguish he loved my ass. He started pounding me riotous, all the way in and all the way out but never allowed his head to arrive out of my ass. My anatomical sphincter was pumping him along the duration of his prick. I was in 7th Heaven, a thick piston plowing my ass, a enceinte gentleman's gentleman giving me the neat of pleasures. I felt my ass muscle opening across-the-board every clip he pulled himself out and I pushed to prevent it wide surface every time he plunged in. This was the most symmetrical fuck I ever had. The old guy and I had some sort of genial match.

He knew and applied all the conjuration. offset he fucked me slow, then fast, then slow 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 grueling egg were slamming on mine. They were so drenched with my ass sap, they made this funny remark stochasticity and feel awkward when hitting my balls. Then he turned a picayune to the incline rubbing his cock against my left cheek before plunging deep, then he did the Same on the other face. He pulled my cheeks apart and shove himself violently making me moan loud and look 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 merchant ship ends. I was losing control and fast. I came with various spurt staining the front left tire. I could differentiate he enjoyed my muscle ring pulsating while I was cumming. He leaned over and hugged me, kissing my neck with his tool still plunged inside me. The guy was well-chosen. He had given me the best fuck of all times and he knew it.

'' Boy, I am going to open you the salutary orgasm you ever had, I have a cloak-and-dagger, '' 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 span of minutes to recover, his backbreaking prick always in my ass. He pulled his cock 's prick back till his thick ridge reached my muscle ring from the inside. He pulled just a little bit more till his thick ridge passed my sphincter and then pushed in just a little for the ridge to rub against my anatomical sphincter again but in the opposite word commission. I melted. He kept doing this rhythmically and fast. My knees began trembling, my sphincter locked in the open position, my ass liquids started flowing down my thighs, my putz throb but ineffective to cum, I had no articulation, just moans and hums and an immense itch to let my inside out through my rectum. I had no concept of metre during this forcible and aroused trial, I was a soft mass with no willpower. With a groan from deep inside my lungs, I surrendered body and person to my ass wrecker.

How long this lasted, one minute or one hour, is anybody 's guess. All I know is that my universe was elevated to a supreme storey of climax. My first anal retentive coming. 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 commencement orgasm. I had to try very hard to breathe as I was under my practiced plowman 's patch turning my queasy arrangement into a series of little but constant convulsion. The guy pulled out completely and came on my jam. He plunged again pushing his spermatozoon inside. There was no way I could keep it in, my ass muscle was so dilate 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 woozy and infirm. My underwear was soaked with my juices still dripping out. I took a shower and exhausted as I was, I fell asleep in endorsement. The adjacent day, my muscularity band was still wide opened, this excitement was a vast shipment to take. I did n't go to work, I had to remain. I emailed the guy and thanked him. We planned another sitting for the following week, a session that was as fulfilling and striking as the first one, but no constituent of surprise. Regardless, I learned I should not try a person from his age or looks .