Monsieur Courier

October 1st, 2024.

Something happened yesterday and I feel I wanna share this story with you guys. It's been making me horny as hell for 24 hours now and I can't explain why it does - well I can but, well you'll see.

First, we need to go back to last week. I put an ad because I've been wanting to sell my camera for a few months now - I've been eyeing a newer one - and got a few replies. One of them was from a certain "Monsieur Courier" (not his real name, but close enough to the real thing) who wanted to gift his son a camera for his birthday.

We arranged a rendez-vous in the food court of a small mall, where I'd be able to show him the stuff. I arrived a bit early and sat down at a table. There were not that many people, it was quite quiet for 5PM. I got a text from him, saying "I'm at the mall."

I replied, giving him direction and indication on how to find and recognize me. He found me easily after that. He was in his early 40s (like me), tall-ish, very thin, his hair greying, his face smiley but tired, wearing a plain white button shirt and some kind of linen bermuda shorts but classy... He was nothing remarkable, a father who was not on the handsome side but neither on the ugly one. A regular joe. But when our eyes met as we said hello, I don't know, there was a weird small, awkward pause from the two of us, until I broke the silence and said "Well, here's the camera!" and we sat down.

He was quite happy with the camera, saying his son had wished to try photography for a few months and that it would be a perfect birthday gift. I showed him how to replace the lenses, and the batteries, etc. At some point he asked if he could try it real quick and stood up. And that's when I saw it.

The bulge.

My eyes got stuck on it for a quick second before I adverted them. Damn. Was that a bump because of the folding on his bermuda shorts? Anyhoo, he took a few pics, still standing in front of me and sat down, satisfied. He said he wanted to buy it, which made me quite happy.

I reached into my backpack for the charger and an additional battery and couldn't help myself from gazing under the table at what was between his thighs. He was manspreading and I had a very clear view on the situation. He was definitely packing. That gave me a chubby but I tried to ignore it.

Once the transaction was done, we shook hands and he thanked. I did too, and said "Well, if you have questions later on how to use it, do not hesitate and I can show you!" I don't believe I said that innocently.

He said okay and once again there was a small pause before we awkwardly went our ways.

Fast forward to yesterday.

I was working at home and got a text. It was Monsieur Courier, saying "Hello, I've been trying the camera this weekend before my son's birthday next week and I feel lost regarding some functionalities. Could you explain me some of them so I can help my son if he has questions?"

I replied "Of course, it would be my pleasure." Then, once again not innocently, "Do you want to swing by my place, I'm working but can take a quick break?" to which he said yes and I gave him my adress.

He arrived 30 minutes later. I welcomed him - there was another awkward pause, but this time he felt a bit more insistent, like I felt he would look my in the eyes more intently - and my eyes quickly darted to his bulge before I realized it. Monsieur Courier was wearing jeans this time and yup, the bulge was still there. Oh yes. We sat down at my desk and started fidgeting with the camera. He had a few questions, very simple ones, that could have been resolved by a quick internet search but that was okay. At some point I took the camera to show him something in the menu and he stood up and positioned himself right behind me. "To see better," he said.

He was behind me and after a few seconds, he bent down to get closer to the camera and I felt his body touch me. More precisely, his crotch on my triceps. It was subtle, a caress moving as he got closer to the camera - and me. While still showing him the camera, I moved a little bit, as naturally as I could, so that my triceps would caress his crotch in return.

What was I doing... He was not even my type, and he was a father with a son and certainly a wife, but there was something about him that was turning me the fuck on. After that, he took the camera and tried taking new pictures, while standing right next to me. His bulge almost level with my face. His eyes locked on the camera, he moved a bit towards me and softly collided with me. He quickly apologized and before I knew it, I was carefully directing him away with my hands on his hips As he turned, I brushed his bulge with two or three fingers and I must not have been subtle enough because he stopped and looked down.

I looked up and met his gaze. For a few seconds that seem to last way too long. Then he looked down towards his crotch. I did the same. Fuck, that bulge. Fuck... I looked up again and once again met his eyes. Another awkward pause. And he slowly turned his body towards me and stopped when his crotch was right directed towards my face. He was very close to me but I wasn't sure what was going on. Was I fantasizing? Was he going to ask me wtf I was doing touching his crotch with my fingers?

But he took a step towards me, and put the camera on my desk. And I knew he was now way too close to my face for all this situation to be just about a camera. He stayed there and waited. I looked up and he was looking at me. His eyes darted towards his bulge and back to me. And I took it as the invitation I was secretly waiting for.

I put my hand on his bulge. He said nothing, all I could hear was his breathing that was getting a little faster.

I put my other hand on the bulge. Fuck it was packed. I wanted what was in there. I unbuttoned his jeans and looked at him. He was red in the face, out of shyness and nervousness it seemed. He looked at me and quickly nodded. I lowered his pants, down to his ankles. He had very thin legs and fuck that bulge on his briefs was making me hot and bothered.

I looked at him again, and with a tiny head movement, asked if I could proceed. He nodded yes. I lowered his underwear, slowly. Very slowly, to reveal centimeter by centimeter what he was hiding between his legs. And it was beautiful.

Monsieur Courier was a very hung man. His penis was long. So long. 21cm at the very least (8"2 in inches), a decent girth, one big beautiful vein and lots of smaller one, and the head. Oh my god, the head. Thick, big, mushroom head, covered by beautiful foreskin. And underneath, an impressive set of beautiful big balls.

I didn't say a word but my brain was screaming "woooooow". I felt my heart beat faster and took that cock with my two hands. He was not totally hard - the nervousness, I assumed. Or the size? - but he was dripping a little bit of precum. I looked at M. Courier and pulled his cock towards my mouth. Mouth wide open, I engulfed the head and started massaging it with my tongue.

I heard him gasp. His precum was so fucking delicious. I started going back and forth on his cock, and lubricated it with my saliva. Every beat, I'd go deeper. I was determined to deepthroat that monster of a cock. But I was taking it slow, I wanted to savour it. M. Courier was silent but his breathing betrayed his emotions. I let my fingers run on the body of his cock that was starting to get seriously hard. I was still trying to go deeper on him, it was a challenge because of the size, but the slight downward curvature made it easier. I felt his hand touch my hair and I looked at him. He was looking at his cock disappearing in my mouth, then he looked at me. As he did so, I decided it was time for the deepthroating to begin. I was looking at M. Coulier in his eyes, and slowly, his entire cock entered my mouth, my throat. His pubes were caressing my mouth and M. Courier was almost moaning. The sensation of him so deep in my throat was amazing. I felt full, completed, it was exhilarating. My hands were massaging his heavy balls, that I imagined so, so, soooo full of cum. His precum was lubricating my throat, making every thrust easier than the previous one.

Suddenly, we were interrupted by his phone ringing.

As if woken from a dream, he reached and answered. His cock left my mouth and as he was speaking to what seemed to be his wife, M. Courier pulled his underwear up, and his jeans, and buttoned it up. After a few seconds, he hung up, and quietly said :

"It was my wife, I have to go buy something at the groceries store".

I said "Ok." He took the camera, we shook hand, he nervously thanked me again for my help, and he left.

I think I stayed still for a few minutes, wondering what had just happened. My throat felt empty, so empty. What the fuck was that? What the fuck was that married man with this huge cock? What... It had been so fucking hot and I don't know how many times I masturbated that evening, thinking of what had happened.

This morning, I woke up still a bit horny, thinking how I would have totally swallowed his load, had is wife not called him and left us more time. I got up, ate a bit, took a shower and started working. Then around noon, I got a text.

It said : "Hello, it's Monsieur Courier. Thank you for your help with the camera yesterday. We didn't have time to talk about the lenses though. Would you be available during the week to show me how to use them?"