Monsieur Courier

March 11, 2025.

It all happened last sunday. I hadn't seen him for about 5 weeks and I was starting to be in withdrawal of his 8 inches. When I say "him", I mean that hung married dad that I've been secretly sucking for the past 6-7 months.

Last friday, he texted me.

"Hello! Are you free some time this weekend?" he had asked.

"FUCK YEAH", I wanted to reply since I hadn't emptied his fat balls for weeks. But I restrained myself and texted a very polite "Yes, absolutely!" instead.

We decided we'd meet on Sunday late afternoon. But this time, there was a twist. We've always met at my place, him being married and all. But that time, he wrote:

"Let's do it at my place this time. I'm alone for a few days."

"Are you sure? Are you okay with your gay lover coming to your place? What about discretion?" I asked, more worried for him than I was for myself.

"Don't worry. But I want to ask you something : can we try something new?"

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I've been sending not-so-subtle messages that I want him to fuck me for a couple of months now - I've only sucked him so far, it's a blast everytime but I need to feel his fat cock inside my other end. This was gonna be the day, AT LAST.

"Sure, what do you have in mind, M. Courier?" I asked.

"It's going to be a surprise. But I'll need to blindfold you if that's okay for you."

Blindfold me? Why not. That was exciting, coming from him. He's shy and nervous and I've been trying to reveal his wild side. Maybe it was working.

"Yes, sure, let's do this!" I said, more than excited by the promised proximity to his heavy cock and balls.

Fast forward to Sunday. He had given me his address and I got to his house. A pretty family house in a quiet and nice part of our small town. The house was at the very end of a road and it felt safe and remote.

I knocked at his door, my heart beating a bit faster than usual. I couldn't believe he invited me to his house. That meant he was getting more comfortable with things. Plus, there was something exciting about the idea that he'd fuck my mouth (and hopefully, my ass) where his family lived.

He opened the door and quickly let me in.

"Hi", he said, nervously.

"Hi", I replied, nervous as well. "It's been a while!"

"Yes", he smiled. "I'm happy you could make it."

Not as happy as I'll be when you fuck my mouth, M. Courier, I thought.

"Can you put this on now?" he asked while showing me a black sleeping mask.

"Oh, so we're starting rightaway?" I said with naughty smile. "Sure, let's do this".

Everything turned black. I felt his hands on my shoulder and he guided me towards I don't know where. I could only hear him say "watch for the step" and "we're going left now" and our steps on the floor.

"Ok, now back up a bit and when you feel the couch, sit down", he eventually said.

I obeyed. I was starting to get horny. I heard him move around and waited. I heard clothes, some shuffling, steps, his knee cracking (we're both in our forties, so yeah cracking knees are part of our life...) then felt/heard him come back to me and stand before me. I was getting seriously hard.

His hand touched my hair and pulled me towards him. My face fell into his bulge. My favourite pillow. He was still in his underwear. He smelled like a man. Like a very hung man. I licked the fabric, trying to feel his cock through it. It was warm. So warm.

"Fuck, I missed it", I whispered.

"Me too", he said.

"I want your cock so bad", I continued.

"It's yours, take it".

Once again, I obeyed. Still in the dark, I lowered his underwear and freed the beast. I took his heavy cock in my hands and opened my mouth wide.

When his cockhead entered my mouth, it felt like it was the first time I was sucking a dick. The sensation was incredible. I had really missed that. My tongue swirled around the glans and M. Courier was already leaking precum all over my taste buds.

I heard him moan and breathe harder. With one hand, I groped his huge balls and pulled on them. He moaned again, louder. He loved that. I started massaging his cock with my throat, fitting inch after inch of his manhood deep inside me. Soon, I was deepthroating him as usual. And soon, he was gagging me with his giant daddy cock. He knew I like being gagged and I knew it turned him on.

I sucked him for I don't know how long. Time loses meaning when he's fucking my mouth.

"Remove your clothes, but not the mask", he said between two moans.

So I did. I removed my pants, my underwear, my socks, my sweater and my t-shirt. I felt the mask trying to leave but closed my eyes. I wanted to play along.

And now I was naked, as he was - I assumed - one hand on his cock and one hand on mine, having the time of my life. Sure, I still wanted him to fuck me, but I already was in heaven.

As I was deepthroating him, I heard him say something.

"What?" I said after emptying my mouth of all his inches.

"Nothing" he said and he took my head with his hands and directed me towards his balls. I swallowed one. It was hefty, heavy, full of man juice. Then the other, as big and full as its twin. Then I put both in my mouth - as always it required some stretching. I loved having my mouth full of his balls. Of his "putain de couilles" as I liked to say (french for "fucking big balls").

"Do you want to suck even more?" he suddenly asked. ("Vous voulez sucer encore plus?" for French readers)

The sentence sounded weird. Even more? I guessed he meant just "more" so I nodded yes. Of course I wanted to suck him more. Of course I wanted him to ravage my throat with his baby maker. I was slowly forgetting about him fucking me. It was not going to happen that day but honestly I was more than okay with it!

So he slowly removed his testicles from my mouth and I heard him shuffle, and I heard some steps and some breathing and I felt the familiar warmth and smell of a cockhead trying to get inside my mouth.

I opened wide, again.

But wider than before, it felt like.

The cock entered my mouth and something was different. The cock was thicker. My heart skipped a beat when I understood it was not M. Courier's cock. So I froze.

"Don't remove the mask", I heard M. Courier say.

My brain created endless scenarios as to what was happening and rapidly I decided to trust him. He was a shy, nervous married man, having an affair with a gay man who was making him discover his sexuality, who didn't want to leave his wife, who felt guilty of having such pulsions... If there was a second guy, it must be someone that M. Courier trusted. And if I had to be blindfolded, it must be because that man was very discreet as well.

And let's be honest... We've all fantasized about a surprise cock during a hookup. I know I did. And that suprise cock at that moment was thick. Thicker than M. Courier's. Not as long, but thicker. And I like dick. So yeah, after I heard M. Courier tell me to keep the mask on, I obeyed. And I did what I do best : I sucked like a slut from hell.

M. L'inconnu (Mister Unknown in French) had put his hands on my head and I gave in. I sucked him like I was sucking his buddy a few seconds earlier. His cock tasted amazing. It felt amazing. I was moaning without realizing it. I fucking loved it.

I felt him withdraw and turn my head towards my left, and M. Courier penetrated my mouth. Fuck, I love that cock. He put it deep, deep down my throat, then withdrew and turned my head to the right. And L'Inconnu entered, again.

That unknown man sounded strong. He was moaning, groaning very deep. His hands felt firm. His cock was way shorter than M. Courier's, but thicker. Not as hard, which made it easy to swallow. And he was more... brute than my regular married dad. He would pound my mouth everytime it was his turn.

They both fucked my mouth, each his their own way, and I once again disappeared, swalloed whole by waves and waves of pure lust. My mouth was theirs.

It was without any resistance that I welcomed a first load - M. L'inconnu's. He groaned so deep and loud it almost made me cum. And as I had my mouth still full of this new cum, I felt M. Courier's cock hide inside my throat and pulse his daddy cum deep down my stomach.

I kept him there until his cock had no more spasms, and until I needed to breathe.

When I came back to myself, my right hand was covered with my cum. I felt empty - and full.

I stayed there and listened to the shuffling of clothes, to M. Courier telling me to just stay here a minute, to two men discreetly talking in the hallway - one with a much deeper voice than the other - and a door opening, then closing.

A car was leaving when M. Courier came back to me. He removed the mask from my face. I saw the room where everything had happened. A cute family living room.

"I wanted it to be a surprise", he said. His face was telling me he was hoping it had been a good idea.

"Well, it was!" I replied, half laughing, with a bit of cum on the corner of my mouth, I'm sure. "Who was that?!"

He made a face that meant I wouldn't know more about L'Inconnu. But hopefully, I'd not-see more of him soon. I smiled to myself and looked at M. Courier. I've created a monster, I thought. And I'm glad I did.