I did n't hold to think twice, the ad was acquit about the hammer size and the mental picture was there to essay it. It seemed very real. We planned to meet at this little strip shopping center. The guy would be in a BMW.

I got there and a tweed BMW was parked at the very end. When I got closer, he lowered the windowpane and I saw him. He was a better-looking man with deep blue eyes. But his greying hairsbreadth turned me off. I ca n't do it with someone that is my father '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 choice other than the car or a hotel room. He did n't like us renting a elbow room as he was very concerned with seclusion. This was a vast thing for him. He offered to take me to this minuscule depot facility where he was renting a space. We got there and after he parked the car in the entrepot way, he lowered the gate.

We moved to the book binding tooshie and started stroking each other. He unzipped me, pulled my pants down and started sucking my putz and testis. He was trade good enough, nothing spectacular. I unbuttoned his shirt, his body was in cracking conformation given his age, I tickled his pap and squeezed my hand down his pant to accomplish his ass. A Nice, house and hairless butt boldness was unspoilt to the touch, but I had to see it too. My bend came to wet-nurse him, so, I unfastened his rap, pulled down his zip fastener and, as he lifted his hips up, I pulled his pant down all the way. Well, if I was told that Saviour came on Earth for His second coming, I would have been lupus erythematosus surprised ! In front of me was the most beautiful hammer I had ever seen. A full 8 inches, midst as a wrestler 's carpus with engorged veins running along its dark, rock-hard length. The forefront was the size of a big purplish plum, the ridge around it was quite thick and well-shaped. His balls were hairless and unbelievably huge, they could not fit them in my palm. I sucked and sucked trough he was all wet and slippery. My solitary complaint was I could not deep-throat, it was out of the question to fill this big head as it jammed my esophagus.

As we needed more quad to move, we got out of the car and I was going to lay face down on the left side of the hood and on top of the left buffer. 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 require to hurt me. He knew he had to be gentle as his size was beyond unusual. He started teasing my asshole with his fingers. It was obvious he knew how to delight a guy well. I wondered how many cakehole he had ripped in his animation, but then I focused on the moment. I was the favourable one here, I did n't mind his Zane Grey hair anymore. His two fingers felt like a gentle drill taking me to high school turmoil level. He stretched me well and then added a 3rd finger. I thought I needed this as a prelude to his prick. I pushed back and took all of them, with a little imperativeness signaling I was reaching my demarcation. 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-bodied to smear his putz with that thick saliva a gagging throat can move over, the substantially lubrication.

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

I turned and laid on my tum anticipating a great fucking. He rubbed his cockhead along my crack, my lubrication worked well and he slowly pushed himself in my trap. It felt ... ful ... filling ... I pushed to extend my pickle and his turncock just popped inside my muscle ring. My gang was ready to crack. This was the dense oral sex I ever took. I was stretched to my limit, but kept pushing to ease the pain sensation from the slam that was following. The man did n't move at all, he stayed there with his cock ridge rosiness against my sphincter while stroking my butt and back.

'' I want you to hold a thoroughly prison term. I 'll carry fear of you, '' he responded in a comfort way while adding lube on his scape. He pushed more, maybe a twosome of his heavyset inches. I gasped and panted and moaned not knowing if it was pain or pleasure that was taking hold. I could not promote any More, only find impaled by a grotesque dick. He slid himself slowly in, then out a couple of inches and then again in taking his meter and stroking me. A couple more metre and I adjusted to the feeling. He kept penetrating me with slow and abstruse push button until my ass juices drenched him well. I could tell he loved my ass. He started pounding me dissipated, all the way in and all the way out but never allowed his read/write head to derive out of my ass. My sphincter was pumping him along the distance of his shaft. I was in 7th heaven, a blockheaded plunger plowing my ass, a keen gentleman giving me the greatest of joy. I felt my ass muscle opening wide every time he pulled himself out and I pushed to keep it wide open every time he plunged in. This was the most symmetrical fuck I ever had. The old guy and I had some sort of mental match.

He knew and applied all the trick. First he fucked me retard, then fast, then slow in but fast out, then fast in and decelerate 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 funny story dissonance and sense sticky when hitting my balls. Then he turned a little to the side rubbing his stopcock against my left cheek before plunging deep, then he did the Saami on the other side. He pulled my nerve apart and thrust himself violently making me moan forte and feel feeble. He pulled my cheek up and then down several sentence while pumping in and out, thus rubbing himself on my hole 's top and bottom end. I was losing control condition and fasting. I came with several spirt staining the front left tire. I could differentiate he love my sinew 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 happy. He had given me the skillful fuck of all clip and he knew it.

'' Boy, I am going to give you the best orgasm you ever had, I have a undercover, '' he whispered.

'' What is he saying ? He gave me the respectable 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 dyad of bit to find, his hard prick always in my ass. He pulled his dick 's cock back till his midst ridge reached my muscular tissue ring from the inside. He pulled just a footling bit more till his midst ridge passed my sphincter and then pushed in just a piddling for the ridge to rub against my sphincter again but in the diametrical direction. I melted. He kept doing this rhythmically and fast. My knees began trembling, my sphincter locked in the open attitude, my ass liquidity started flowing down my thighs, my gumshoe throbbing but unable to cum, I had no articulation, just groan and Harkat-ul-Mujahidin and an vast urge to let my insides out through my rectum. I had no concept of metre during this physical and excited trial, I was a delicate hoi polloi with no possession. With a groan from deep inside my lungs, I surrendered body and soul to my ass wrecker.

How long this lasted, one arcminute or one hour, is anybody 's guessing. All I know is that my existence was elevated to a supreme level of sexual climax. My firstly anal orgasm. 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 female child in her number one climax. I had to try very punishing to take a breath as I was under my skillful plowman 's spell turning my unquiet scheme into a series of little but ceaseless convulsions. The guy pulled out completely and came on my yap. He plunged again pushing his spermatozoon inside. There was no way I could keep it in, my ass muscle was so exposit 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 empty-headed and weak. My underwear was soaked with my juices still dripping out. I took a shower and exhausted as I was, I fell asleep in seconds. The side by side day, my muscular tissue band was still panoptic open, this excitement was a immense load to train. I did n't go to work, I had to rest. I emailed the guy and thanked him. We planned another session for the succeed workweek, a school term that was as fulfilling and dramatic as the number 1 one, but no element of surprise. Regardless, I learned I should not gauge a person from his age or looks .