Monsieur Courier

As promised, he texted me very early in the morning today. It was going to be the first time we would see each other as regular fuck buddies, as it had kind of become official last time when we had had a conversation about it. I was already feeling horny knowing today was the day and I made no effort hiding it in our texts.

"Hello it's Monsieur Courier. I'll be able to come by before work if you want. I'll have more time than late afternoon because of a cancelled client appointment."

I didn't even know what his job was, I thought. Hell, I didn't even know his first name. He was still just Monsieur Courier. (An additional info : it doesn't translate in English, but when we both talk to each other in French, we use the formal pronoun "Vous" for "you" haha).

"Of course, let's do this! I've been longing to suck you since I woke up ;)" I replied.

"Me too", he said.

Sexting was not his thing yet, it seemed. But I'd get him there eventually. M. Courier is a shy man and I intend to make him a wild one when he's with me.

"Since you'll have more time, I wanna try something with you", I said, already aroused by what I was gonna do to him.

"What is it?"

"You'll see. You'll like it a lot, I promise".

An hour later, he was at my place and soon enough he was sitting on the edge of my bed, his glorious penis out and half hard. God, what a beauty that was. A hefty 21 centimeters (a bit more that 8 inches), I had estimated, with a heavy cock head covered by a beautiful foreskin. On top of the shaft, a big vein that just drove me wild. And underneath it all, M. Courier's "putain de grosses couilles" as I had christened them before (meaning "fucking big ballls" in French).

His legs were spread and his cock was hanging, directed towards the floor where I was sitting down, right in front of him. I got closer and took his manhood in my hands. It was warm and pulsing.

"Monsieur Courier, have you ever been worshipped?"

"What do you mean?" he asked, curious.

"Has anyone ever worshipped your cock? Sucked it slowly, respected it, treated it like a monument, like a totem that deserves all the attention in the world?"

He smiled at me and nodded no. He looked intrigued.

"Then let me do that for you today", I said - I was so fucking horny at that point I can't even describe it. "Just relax, let go, give in and enjoy."

"Okay" he said in a breath. He was getting hard and it was showing big time.

I started licking his cock. Slowly, as I had promised. My whole tongue getting his whole shaft wet and shiny, while my hands were massaging his heavy balls. Those balls I had emptied 3 times already. My tongue kept working for a few minutes, to set the mood and now his cock was wet all over. With my spit and his precum, that I'd reap with my fingers and spread on his many centimeters of dick.

I decided to jerk him off a little. With both of my hands. I'd caress his head, play with the foreskin, pull it back and forth. Everything was so wet and slippery. No resistance. Just lust juice all over. And his precum kept dripping. Monsieur Courier was enjoying it, I could see it. I could see his skinny hairy legs starting to shake.

I spit in the palm of my right hand and started getting his balls wet. All over, like I had done the shaft. When they were all covered with my saliva, I started caressing them with the tip of my fingers from underneath. He let out a revealing moan. I knew at that point he like his balls being take care of. I massaged them and open my mouth wide. It was time to suck this huge cock and I wouldn't wait.

I sucked slowly. His dick was so lubricated that it entered my mouth and my throat with no resistance. I impaled my head on his 8 inches and soon my nose was deep in his pubic hair, my hands still playing with his heavy testicles.

He moaned when I deepthroated him. I kept him there and did the smallest back and forth with my head. I wanted my esophagus to jerk his cock. The sensation was exhilarating. His cock was stretching my whole throat, I felt full, complete... I pulled back to take a breath and went right back into it. His cock disappeared in my mouth and he softly gasped. I pulled back again, and dove right in again. Out, then in. Out then in... without accelerating. Just a slow back and forth of worshipping.

I looked at him. His tired face, his slender figure, his skinny legs. Fuck, why was he making me so fucking horny. His smell? I don't know. His cock, for sure. There's something so fucking hot about him.

For at least 25 minutes, I sucked him. Sometimes I'd take his cock in my hands and use them as a continuation of my mouth when I pulled back. Sometimes, just for a few beats, I'd suck him hard and fast, and i'd go back to the slow sucking.

His cock stayed hard the whole time. My jaw was starting to get tired. His balls were getting firmer. My cock was dripping in my underwear. And my brain was being flooded with all the feel-good hormones it could produce. I was in heaven. Maybe I was dead in fact. I was seeing god in the face, i dunno. I don't do drugs but I doubt anything could give me more pleasure than M. Courier right at that moment.

"I'm getting close", he whispered.

I acknowledged it and slowed down. I took his long heavy cock out of my throat and focused on the balls. I took them in my hands, licked them, gobbled one, then the other and with a little effort managed to have both in my mouth. Fuck me. I love having my mouth full and those balls were delivering. M. Courier was moaning non stop at that point. I went back to his cock and deepthroated him.

"I'm very close", he said, his breath fast and shallow.

Oh no you're not, I thought, and stopped sucking him. I licked the shaft, smelled it, slapped my face with it. So warm, so hard. After a minute, I swallowed his whole daddy dick and resumed the sucking. M. Courier gasped and moan. He was indeed very close but I wanted to play with him a bit more.

I sucked a bit harder, putting more pressure on his cock with my tongue and my lips.

"Oh god", he said.

I stopped and stayed still. Then slowly I started again. A bit more pressure, ever so slightly faster. His cock got super hard.

"It's coming!" he said.

No it's not, Monsieur Courier. I stopped. He was breathing hard, his legs were shaking and I was having the time of my life. I went back into it and decided it was time to release him. I sucked him faster, my tongue all over is shaft in my mouth, his cock head exploring my throat deeper than before and I felt him tense his whole body.

That's right Monsieur Courier, I allow you to feed me now. Give me your nectar, give me your pent up energy, your fluid of life.

The first spasm was strong. And M. Courier let out a very loud moan that surprised the both of us. I felt my mouth fill up with cum right away and swallowed it all. I let him empty his big balls in my throat, like thrice before and let the explosion of pleasure take me away. For a tiny moment, I no longer existed. I was nothing but chemicals being released in the fleshy mass inside my skull. And he was nothing but a giant cock distributing his semen deep inside my stomach. It was wild, it was animal, instinctual. Primordial.

It took me a full minute to come back to Earth and when I open my eyes, M. Courier had let himself fall on his back on my bed, his flat belly rising up as the breathed in. His cock was still in my mouth. I let it slide out of my throat and mouth and watched it flop and bounce against M. Courier's thigh. This fat, heavy, veiny cock, with its sheen of lust, those copious balls, heavy but empty, and that last tiny drop of cum hanging from the still swollen but tired head...

Pure beauty.