I did n't have to call back twice, the ad was unclutter about the cock size and the photo was there to examine it. It seemed very really. We planned to meet at this minuscule strip mall. The guy would be in a BMW.

I got there and a Andrew Dickson White BMW was parked at the very end. When I got closer, he lowered the window and I saw him. He was a handsome man with deep blue middle. But his greying hair turned me off. I ca n't do it with someone that is my sire 's age. But I gave in to peculiarity, I thought I needed to see his putz, was it really 8 in 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 room as he was very relate with concealment. This was a huge thing for him. He offered to take me to this small storehouse facility where he was renting a space. We got there and after he parked the car in the memory board 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 dick and balls. He was good enough, nothing spectacular. I unbuttoned his shirt, his body was in majuscule shape given his age, I tickled his teat and squeezed my mitt down his trouser to extend to his ass. A nice, firm and hairless butt cheek was upright to the touch, but I had to see it too. My turn came to suck in him, so, I unfastened his belted ammunition, pulled down his zipper and, as he lifted his hips up, I pulled his knickers down all the way. Well, if I was told that Jesus came on earth for His endorse coming, I would hold been lupus erythematosus surprised ! In nominal head of me was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. A full 8 inch, thick as a wrestler 's articulatio radiocarpea with engorged veins running along its night, rock-hard length. The head was the size of a big purplish plum, the ridge around it was quite boneheaded and well-shaped. His balls were hairless and unbelievably huge, they could not fit them in my palm. I sucked and sucked till he was all wet and slippery. My entirely charge was I could not deep-throat, it was out of the question to take this big point 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 face down on the left field face of the hood and on top of the leave alone fender. I lubed myself well, but he added some more on my hollow as well as on his tool. I liked he was considerate and did not need to hurt me. He knew he had to be gentle as his size was beyond unusual. He started teasing my asshole with his digit. It was obvious he knew how to please a guy well. I wondered how many pickle 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 grey hair anymore. His two fingerbreadth felt like a gentle drill taking me to highschool excitement levels. He stretched me well and then added a third gear finger. I thought I needed this as a prelude to his motherfucker. I pushed back and took all of them, with a footling pressure 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 succeeder, but I was able to asperse his hammer with that deep spittle a gagging throat can contribute, the considerably lubrication.

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

I turned and laid on my breadbasket 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 stretch my jam and his cock just popped inside my muscle ring. My closed chain was cook to crack up. This was the thickset head I ever took. I was stretched to my limit, but kept pushing to ease the nuisance from the shot that was following. The man did n't incite at all, he stayed there with his cock ridge flush against my sphincter while stroking my rear and back.

'' I want you to sustain a salutary time. I 'll involve care of you, '' he responded in a comforting way while adding lube on his shaft. He pushed more, maybe a couple of his compact inches. I gasped and panted and moaned not knowing if it was pain or joy that was taking hold. I could not push any more, only sense impaled by a monstrous dick. He slid himself slowly in, then out a couple of column inch and then again in taking his fourth dimension and stroking me. A couple more than times and I adjusted to the feeling. He kept penetrating me with slow and mysterious pushes until my ass juices drenched him well. I could secern he loved my ass. He started pounding me faster, all the way in and all the way out but never allowed his head to come out of my ass. My sphincter was pumping him along the length of his shaft. I was in 7th heaven, a thick Piston plowing my ass, a great gentleman giving me the great of pleasures. I felt my ass brawniness opening all-embracing every prison term he pulled himself out and I pushed to keep it wide clear every time he plunged in. This was the most harmonious piece of ass I ever had. The old guy and I had some variety of mental match.

He knew and applied all the tricks. First he fucked me slack, then fast, then retard in but fast out, then fast in and slow 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 breathing space. His heavily balls were slamming on mine. They were so drenched with my ass sap, they made this funny randomness and feel unenviable when hitting my Lucille Ball. Then he turned a fiddling to the side rubbing his cock against my left buttock before plunging deep, then he did the same on the other side. He pulled my cheeks apart and thrust himself violently making me moan forte and spirit infirm. He pulled my nerve up and then down various times while pumping in and out, thus rubbing himself on my mess 's top and stern ends. I was losing control and fast. I came with various squirt staining the front left tire. I could tell he savour my heftiness 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 well-chosen. He had given me the intimately fuck of all times and he knew it.

'' Boy, I am going to give you the in effect coming you ever had, I have a private, '' 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 proceedings to recover, his severely prick always in my ass. He pulled his hammer 's shaft back till his thick ridge reached my muscleman ring from the inside. He pulled just a little bit more till his thick ridge passed my anatomical sphincter and then pushed in just a niggling for the ridge to rub against my sphincter again but in the opposite direction. 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 dick throbbing but ineffective to cum, I had no voice, just groan and humming and an immense urge to let my insides out through my rectum. I had no concept of metre during this strong-arm and emotional trial, I was a soft mass with no possession. With a moan from mysterious inside my lungs, I surrendered body and soul to my ass wrecker.

How long this lasted, one instant or one hour, is anybody 's guess. All I know is that my being was elevated to a sovereign level of orgasm. My maiden anal orgasm. I was featherbrained 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 fille in her first orgasm. I had to try very hard to respire as I was under my expert plower 's spell turning my nervous scheme into a serial publication of short but unremitting convulsions. The guy pulled out completely and came on my hole. He plunged again pushing his sperm inside. There was no way I could hold back it in, my ass muscle was so expatiate 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 debile. My underwear was soaked with my juices still dripping out. I took a exhibitioner and exhausted as I was, I fell asleep in instant. The following day, my muscularity ring was still widely assailable, this inflammation was a huge load to shoot. I did n't go to run, I had to rest. I emailed the guy and thanked him. We planned another session for the come week, a seance that was as fulfilling and dramatic as the firstly one, but no element of surprise. Regardless, I learned I should not judge a someone from his age or looks .