Monsieur Courier

October 28th, 2024

I was at home, playing on my PS5 (yes, I'm a 40-something years old gamer)(gaymer?). I got a text. From him, Monsieur Courier. My heart skipped a beat. It just said :

"Can I come over?"

I didn't care that I hadn't had news from him since last time I texted - I understand his situation. He's married, he's got a kid, and he's doing secret stuff with a gay guy. I replied "Yes" and 25 minutes later he was knocking at my door.

He looked more nervous than before and it compelled me to ask him if he was okay.

"Yes... Just... I don't know what I'm doing here."

Oh. So we were going to have that conversation. I invited him and we sat down on my couch. He was silent for a moment, visibly in his head. I offered him something to drink, he asked for water. After a few seconds, he said :

"I'm married."

"I know..."

"I shouldn't be doing this"

"You don't have to", I said. "Especially if it's making you feel bad."

He said nothing.

"Had you ever done anything with a man before?" I asked.

"No... I had thought of it though... but it was more out of curiosity. I have a gay cousin and a few times I wondered what it felt like to be with a man, but it doesn't mean I wanted to try..."

"Do you regret doing what we did together?"

He shook his head.

"No. It was... it was very fun", he said, still nervous.

"I agree", I replied with a shy smile. I couldn't for the love of God help myself from thinking about his big fat daddy cock and started feeling my boner grow. It was not the time!!!

"I don't want to be a bad person", he suddenly said.

Ah, there it was. Guilt.

"You're not", I said. "You felt you wanted to try something new, you did it a few times, and it was fun, like you said. I guess you're feeling guilty because you're hiding it from your wife (I said this as delicately as I could), but married man doing things with other men is not that uncommon you know..."

"It's not? You've been with married men before?" he asked.

Well yes, because I'm a bit of a slut at times. But I was not going to say that to him so I just nodded yes. He got silent for a minute or two. He was thinking, still pretty nervous. And I was trying to catch a glimpse of his bulge. Because I'm a slut when I'm near him.

"I don't want to leave my wife because I love her and I love my family" he said, his voice a bit hoarse. "But I feel I want to keep doing what you and I did together... I mean, sometimes, when..."

"When you're feeling... horny?" I said.

"Yes..."

"It can be done. We can decide right now that it's something as simple as just fun. But if guilt assaults you, we need to stop, for your well-being, you know? Unless you decide to tell your wife and you guys establish some kind of arrangement?"

I saw on his face it was not an option. I was going to be his secret cocksucker. And that made me happy.

"So, just sex", I said. "Just fun sex. When you feel horny, or when I do. Nothing more."

"Yes", he replied with a smile. He looked relieved.

"Just two men enjoying each other's company, without anyone knowing about it..."

He looked at me and nodded. I approached my hand slowly towards his thigh. He saw it and spread his legs so his thigh would meet my hand. I caressed his pants and looked down at his bulge. I needed that cock in my mouth right now but I wanted him to make the move. I wanted to make sure I really wanted it.

He got up, and stood before me. He unbuttoned his pants, faster than before, and got his beautiful, beautiful veiny cock out of his underwear. Then his heavy balls. Fuck, it was so beautiful. I grabbed his floppy meat and started licking the head. It was not wet like the other times, but I knew it was soon going to be. Monsieur Courier was a precummer, and it gave his cock such a manly savour that drove me crazy.

His cock got hard fast. The veins on the top of his shaft - especially that big one - were getting fuller. I started sucking. My tongue was massaging his whole dick, lubricating it to make the entry easier. I was going to deepthroat that monster once again, but progressively. He knew that. After a few minutes of delicate back and forth, during which his cock would go deeper and deeper inside my throat, he was long dicking my mouth, his balls hitting my chin.

I wanted to try something new.

His cock still in my mouth, I took M. Courier's hands and put them behind my head. I went full down on him, his cock deeper than ever down my throat, and tried to make him understand by pushing on his hands to keep me there. I wanted him to gag me with his big fat daddy cock. I loved the sensation and wanted to try that with him. To show him what you can do with a gifted cocksucker.

I think he got the hint. For the next minutes, he kept his heavy curved cock deep inside me and only got it out when I started gagging and asking for air. He was polite and always gave me lots of time to catch my breath, but sooner that he'd expect, I'd take his hands and put them back behind my head and he knew what he had to do.

He was so hard. So fucking hard. He plowed me mouth like this for I don't know how long. He was good at this. After a while he understood it was a control thing. I was his thing. He was my mouth fucker. He made me gag but kept me there, only releasing me when I was really gasping for air. I was in heaven. I was fucking hard as well. His skinny legs were shaking, and his breath was fast. My mouth was full of saliva and precum and now I wanted more. I wanted his semen. His cum. His babies in my stomach.

I forced his cock out of my mouth and looked at him.

"Monsieur Courier, please fuck my mouth until you come"

He looked surprised, I had never said something like that to him, but he took his cock and plunged it in my mouth. He took my head with his hands and imprinted his rhythm. Back and forth, back and forth. His cock head was deforming my oesophagus as it went down and up. Back and forth, back and forth, a bit faster. My throat was full, so fucking full. Full of his manly meat. Back and forth, faster. I was nothing but a hole for his cock. For his beautiful member, for his penis, his dick, his phallus, his manhood, his schlong... Back and forth, faster and faster and faster...

Then he let out a loud moan. I felt his cock pulse down my throat. Fast. Hard. I counted 7 or 8, then 9, then a 10th... The flavour of his cum was filling my throat. His manly man juice. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!

He stayed inside my throat as I was swallowing everything that I could swallow. I was in a daze. He got his cock out of my mouth but I wanted more. So I cleaned it. I licked the shaft. I licked the head. I licked the few remaining drops of cum from his dick hole. Then I gave it back to M. Courier.

That cock is so fucking beautiful it makes me question what beauty actually is. Why do I find a body member so fucking beautiful? Why do I want it deep inside me? And why the fuck am I so so sooooo horny when it comes to M. Courier?

He left a few minutes later. He was looking better.

He said he's write me soon.

[UPDATE]

I got a text 10 minutes ago. From a new number. It said "Hello, this is Monsieur Courier. You can text me on that number from now on, it's a private one. Thank you for yesterday. I will most certainly have free time on Thursday before picking up my son at school."

Well, see you Thursday then, Monsieur Courier.