One day, after my shower and my usual daily douche, I fixed myself a drink and was started to feel horny.
I signed in on my usual gay dating site, and I saw an interesting profile. His name is Peter. He is an older guy with his own home and his naked pictures sport an amazing thick cock. Like many guys on this site do, they compare the size of their manhood to something else to show comparison. One picture showed it as thick as a Sky TV remote is wide, and nearly twice as long.
That really got me drooling.
“I must have it!” I said out loud to myself.
The profile showed that he was only a couple of miles away from me. So I messaged him.
“Hi
Sorry to sound very forward, but you have an amazing size cock. I would love to have the opportunity in having a meet with you and sample that lovely meaty pole?”
Send.
About 10 mins passed, and my inbox lit up to show a message has come through. I click on the envelope. It’s him! Will he be interested or will he reject my request.
“Hi
Yes by all means. I haven’t had much luck on here because of the time wasters and guys being scared of my cock. I have seen your verifications on your profile and you seem genuine.
I’m free now for the next 3 hours if you are interested. ”
I was in shock that someone got back so quickly. And accepted a meet just like that.
He gave me his address, and I promptly drove to his place.
The door opened immediately after I knocked on it. The guy looked older than I thought on the profile pictures. He looked about late 60s to early 70s. His build was broad, like a rugby player. He actually looked good for his age. But, I wasn’t there about his age.
“Hi mate! Please come in”. He said with a smile.
“Thanks. Pleased to meet you”. I answered nervously.
I was trying to look at his crotch, to see if I can make out the size of his dick. It did look large.
“I hope you don’t mind me being an older guy, but I am better naked than dressed”. He smiled.
“Well let’s get our clothes off and see”. I laughed.
He led me to one of bedrooms and promptly started to take his clothes off. I just threw my clothes off in the hurry to see him naked. As he bent over to remove his underwear, I saw what I was hoping for.
It was huge!
It looked bigger in the flesh than the photos. And it wasn’t fully hard yet.
“Oh my” I whispered softly.
“I hope I haven’t scared you off”?
“Not at all” I replied, “I am more willing”.
I reached out to touch it. It felt warm and firm. I dropped to my knees and started to take the meaty head into my mouth, and licked and sucked away at it. And then, it started to grow more. At first, I thought it would be too big for my mouth. However, I managed to keep my lips around it. The meaty monster expanding and forcing my mouth to open more.
Once I got used to the immense size, I started to slide it slowly in and out of my mouth. The mighty girth of this cock filling my mouth with every thrust. My saliva making it wet, and every now and then, using my hands I spread the saliva along the huge shaft making it glisten.
The moans of delight from Peter was telling me that he was enjoying it.
“Wow Andy! You are really good at that.” He said with astonishment. “All the other guys talk plenty but can’t deal with the size of it. I am pleased you are true to your word.”
With that being said, I grabbed his hands and placed them to the back of my head. Giving him the hint that I want him to push his cock harder in, and fuck my face.
“Are you sure?” He looked down at me.
Looking up at his face with his dick still in my mouth, I nodded slowly.
With a firm grip, he pushed his hips forward and held my head still. His rock hard dick thrusting deeper until it starting to hit the back of my mouth. My jaw and lips were aching. I just had to know how it feels. Forcing the gag reflex away, this mighty truncheon was meeting a lot of resistance. I was half expecting it not to go all the way down. But I tried. This feeling of being choked by a cock was something I always wanted.
My throat burning with the pounding it was getting. My eyes watering with the abuse my face was getting. I wanted more. Desperate to keep doing it I started to push my head harder forward. I want that thing deeper in my mouth.
I heard the familiar clicking sound of the popper bottle. Peter opened it and offered it to my nose.
Pulling away from his cock to take a hit, I closed one nostril, and took more than a couple of big (real big) hits. Then the effects hit with a bang. My face started to warm up. My heart beat could be felt through my chest. These were strong poppers.
I laid on his bed with my head hanging over the edge.
“Fuck my face again please!” I begged.
He edged forward, lining up his beast and started to feed me that lovely meaty pole.
Pushing deeper, I was making quacking noises. Not being able to get truly deep, Peter was fucking my face for about 5 mins. Struggling to maintain a good breathing rhythm, my throat was now complaining too much, I pushed his hips away to stop myself from drowning in my own saliva and snot. My face was a mess.
“I need that cock to fuck me!” I said to him.
“I think you will need this.” Handing me his popper bottle. “I want to play with your arse for a bit.”
“Of course, thanks.” I whispered with a big smile.
He had me on my hands and knees and spread my cheeks apart. Burying his face in arse, running his tongue all around my hole. He was probably checking out how experienced my hole is with the amount of puckering it was doing. The thought made me grin.
I felt a cool gel land on my arse, and a thick finger started to work its way into my waiting hole. The scent of the lube told me that this is silicon based stuff, it is going to be slippery as hell. I took a quick hit from the popper bottle.
Sensing that I took a sniff, Peter started to work a second finger in. On that cue, I took another hit. The lovely feeling of having my fuck hole stretched open was wonderful. He was twisting them around and stroking my insides with great experience.
He kept fingering my eager hole for a little while and then he stopped, and got me to lay on my back.
He re-inserted his fingers to start rubbing my prostate, and started to suck my cock at the same time. The feeling of having a couple of fingers stroking me from the inside was making me moan with joy. To show Peter how much I am loving it, I started to grind down onto his hand more.
“You have a very accommodating arse” he smirked, “let me add another finger.”
He reached for the lube bottle and poured more over his hands. I grabbed the brown bottle again and took multiple deep hits. My head was now buzzing and totally ready for that third finger. It slid in with some resistance. Feeling them opening me up a little more was making me more desperate to be fucked. Peter kept finger fucking me as he sucked on my cock.
“Fuck me please!” I begged. “I must have that cock in me!”
Raising my legs up, and holding them back, I wanted to watch my arse get totally ruined by this veined invader. Peter hoisted himself up and lined up his well lubed up pole to my hole. Moving slowly forward, he pushed the head of his cock into my hole, he stopped.