Monsieur Courier

October 11th, 2024

So, after our second encounter, I didn't write back to M. Courier but was very tempted to do so. It had been so exciting that I wanted more of his giant dick. It was hard not to text him. I guess I didn't want to pressure him, or have him tell me it had been a mistake and that it would be better if we forgot about what had happened.

But he texted me yesterday, in the middle of the afternoon. My heart skipped a beat when I saw his number.

"Hello, it's monsieur Courier. My son loved the camera and the lenses. Thank you again for showing me how it works last week."

I replied : "I'm glad to hear it, and you're very welcome!" I paused, and thought of how I would phrase my next sentence. : "I didn't get to show you how the lenses work though..."

To which he replied : "Well, it's now in my son's hands. He will figure it out!"

It felt like the end of a conversation. I terribly wanted to invite him over but didn't dare to. After a few minutes of hesitating, I eventually got another text from him.

"But I guess you can explain to me orally some day."

Haha, I was pretty sure he knew what he had just done. That gave me an instant boner, and I said without wasting a second : "With pleasure. Whenever you have free time, I'm always working from home."

I waited for a reply for a few minutes. Then he said :

"I'm not working today, I took the day off. I have to go pick up my son from school in an hour and a half."

I was feeling so nervous but I replied : "Come over then."

Another few minutes of waiting, and my phone got another text :

"I'm on my way".

Fuck yes! I thought. Fuck fuck fuck yes. In a few minutes, this dad in his early forties and giant bulge was going to enter my flat and give me what I want : his 8 inches and his heavy balls.

When he arrived, we both were once again quite nervous. Him because he was doing something wrong by seeing a gay man without his wife knowing, and me because I was being complicit. But I fucking loved the whole thing.

He kept pretty silent, like the two times before. My hands were on his package the minute he entered. I could feel the warmth of his dick and balls through the fabric. I guided him to my couch, sat down and unbuttoned his pants. He removed them and put them away. He was wearing white briefs and they were deformed by all the meat he had between his thin thighs.

I started smelling his bulge, and licking his underwear. He put his hand on the top of my head. I lowered his briefs and freed the beast. Such a beautiful penis. I don't how to say it differently. Long, with a big bulgy vein on the top. A very thick head protected by foreskin. It was heavy, warm, pulsing... And underneath, those fucking big balls. He was a thin man and this whole package situation looked so big on his body.

I opened wide and took his whole glans in my mouth. With my tongue I pushed back the foreskin and felt the soft warmth of his cock head on my tongue. He was already dripping precum. He was sweet and salty at the same time.

My tongue whirled around the glans while my hands were caressing his shaft. His thick, downwards-curved shaft. I sucked him slowly, very slowly for a few minutes, eating more and more inches as time went by. Soon I was deepthroating him but I decided to change position.

"Can you sit down on the couch?" I said.

He did and I sat down on the floor, facing him. He had his legs spread open, his balls resting on the fabric of the couch and his glorious cock hard and bent towards me. He would me more comfy this way. And I had an easier access to his testicles.

I ate them with passion. They were big, fuck. I got one in my mouth and massaged it with my tongue. I got the other one as well after a minute or so of lubricating his ballsack. My mouth was full of balls, and he was moaning less timidly than before. He loved it. He pulled my head and pushed down towards his crotch. I wanted to swallow his balls, to have them in my mouth forever. It was so fucking hot.

I went back to his cock. And started deepthroating. Slowly at first, to make sure my throat was relaxed. He gasped every time his cock went down my esophagus. I was drooling so much, his cock was covered and lubricated by my saliva. I accelerated. His cock head was fucking my throat, my hands were massaging his balls, and he was moaning and shaking. I started jerking off.

I went even faster. His cock was sliding in and out of my throat with no difficulty. My mouth was filled with his man meat, with his precum, and I wanted him to just fuck my brains out. I took his hands and put them on my head. He got the hint and imposed a rhythm on me. Not too fast, not too slow. The perfect speed to make him cum, I imagined.

And it was working. I felt his cock getting harder, his head swelling more and more, the veins getting fuller. He went less and less deep in my throat and soon his glans was going back and forth in my mouth, with my tongue working extra to stimulate him as much as it could. I was so hard and tried to delay my orgasm. It was so hot I had to stop touching myself.

His 8 inches were mega hard at this point, his breathing was fast and louder, he had his eyes closed, his mouth open and moaning. His balls got firm. He was going to come.

I felt the first stream on my tongue. It tasted like a mother fucking hung alpha dad. I grabbed my cock and jerked off hard.

Then he took his cock with one hand, gripped my hair with the other one and unloaded everything on my face. I closed my eyes hard and felt warm, thick cum cover my forehead, my nose, my mouth, my beard. He let out a loud moan and I came at that very moment.

My cum filled my hand while his cock rested on my face.

We stayed like this for a minute. I was seeing stars. Or... not much actually because my face was covered in cum.

"I'm going to wash my face real quick", I said after kissing M. Courier's beautiful, glorious cock.

I went to my bathroom sink and looked at myself. My beard was white with cum. I had some on my forehead, some on my left cheekbone. I was not going to waste all this treasure nectar. I swiped it with my finger and brought it to my mouth. It took my a full minute to get everything, and it was fucking delicious. His cum tasted like man.

I washed my face and went back to my guest. He was still on the couch, breathing like he would after an intense workout.

Post nut clarity arrived and he got up. In silence he dressed up, we exchanged shy smiles and he put his shoes back on. I took him to the door and opened it. But he didn't move.

"Are you ok?" I said after a few seconds.

His eyes darted between me and outside, and he replied "Yes, more than okay actually. Way more..."

He shook my hand, nodded his head and left.

[UPDATE]

I sent him a text today (1 week later). All of the previous times, he was the one who contacted me, and I kept it that way because I didn't want to pressure him (as he always seemed a bit in his head after each of our encounters). But today I wrote to him to show I'm very interested in seeing him again. I went "Hey M. Courier. I hope the camera works fine. I'd love to see some pictures one day!". I really wanted to say "Hey M. Courier! I hope you can feed me your fat dick soon again, I miss it a lot" but you never know who might see the text, right? I don't want his wife to find out...

He hasn't responded so far... It's been a few hours :/