Date: Tue, 18 Apr 2017 21:30:38 +0200
From: Michel Kuksuger <michelkuksuger@gmail.com>
Subject: Michel - Chapter III

Michel -- III

In the previous chapter: Michel, a student in southern Paris, attends a
soccer match and brings the team to new heights. During the aftermath, his
eyes discover one member of the team he hasn't met yet.

*

Let me pick up the story where I left you last time: celebrating the team's
victory in the showers. Or in fact, you know that part -- let's skip ahead
to the many beers we were going to consume in the bar afterwards. We were
all having a great time, everybody was cheerful, either because of the
victory, or perhaps because of the added pleasure that I had so generously
provided. Regardless, it was a lot of fun. At one point I decided that I
simply had to talk to the owner of that amazing dick I saw in the showers.
As I approached him, I noticed that some guys were looking at me,
understanding full well what I was after -- but their smiles and gazes left
me unfazed. I was going straight for my target.

"Hello mister, and congratulations with your victory" I started politely.
"Michel" I said as I shook his hand.

"Emmanuel -- Manu for friends" he replied just as politely. "Sorry I didn't
come to visit you."

I didn't see that one coming -- but at least it meant I could skip some
awkward manoeuvring and could get to the point much quicker.

"Yeah I am really sorry as well. I saw you in the shower you know." I
really wanted things to be as light-footed as always so I just blurted out
"You have a hell of a pecker mister -- cheers for that" and rammed my glass
into his, laughing.

To my surprise, Manu suddenly seemed a bit sad and silent so I asked him if
I had said anything to offend him.

"No, it's just that... you see... it's a bit of a mixed blessing to have such a
monster between your legs. My ex really didn't like it when I would fuck
her, it was simply too big. And none of my girlfriends ever managed to give
me a blowjob, ever." He put his glass on the bar. In all honesty, I had
never considered the possibility of having this problem, so I was about to
say something like "that sucks man" but fortunately I rephrased in time.

"If you want... I think I can handle it. You probably heard all about it, but
I'm pretty good at this. What about tomorrow evening?". It was way too
direct for sure, I realised it the moment I said those words, but
apparently, it was my lucky day.

"I was thinking of asking you for exactly the same, I would really like to
know how it feels" he said. My day couldn't have been any better for sure.

So that is how, the next evening, as Manu entered my room, I turned on the
neon lights that kept visitors at bay. He was pretty nervous so we had to
fix that first. I just told him that I was a bit nervous, but excited at
the same time -- and that I would do what I could and we'd just see how
things worked out. I had already made some room on the table so I could lie
down on my back -- this was definitely going to be a case where I needed all
the tricks in the book. Before we started our experiment, we decided to
have a nice Calvados I got from my uncle, just to loosen up a bit.

As I lied down on the table, I had a good look at Manu. He was wearing
jogging pants that left nothing to the imagination -- it looked like he had
a baseball bat between his legs. As he approached me, a bit apprehensively,
I yanked down his jogging pants only to discover that he was wearing
nothing underneath. His enormous dick recoiled into my face -- the head
touched my chin, while his balls were somewhere above my forehead. This
thing was by far the biggest challenge I had ever had in my career as a
cocksucker.

I went to work, slowly, making sure he enjoyed every step. I licked his
huge glans -- the size of a table tennis ball, then slowly working my way
down to his balls that were equally large and low-hanging. Then it was time
to see if I could take the head in my mouth; I said "Aaaaa"just like you
say at the dentists'  and enveloped his cock with my lips -- a first time
for Manu. He was gasping for air already -- his facial expressions a sight
to behold.

As I made sure his dick was coated in my saliva, I started to take more and
more of his penis into my mouth and throat. Nothing new there, besides it's
unusual girth and length. Centimetre by centimetre I was getting closer to
something worthy of the term "deepthroat" -- but just as things started to
work really well, suddenly a loud snapping noise in my throat stopped us
dead in our tracks. The sound had scared the living daylights out of us
both -- Manu's cock was now flaccid and we were both really worried. I
tasted for any blood in my throat -- nothing -- then felt with my tongue and
fingers if anything was broken/out of place -- nothing. I could speak
normally, and I could drink some water without pain. We just sat there for
a couple of minutes, until I proposed to continue.

Whatever that sound had been, it had apparently opened up something in my
throat. I could now relatively easily take most of Manu's cock inside me,
and I noticed that it seemed entirely possible to go all the way and let my
lips touch his pubic bone. So, this is exactly what I did. There was no
pain, no gagging, just this wonderful dick burying itself slowly deep into
my throat -- and then of course a careful, incredibly sensual facefuck
ensued. Manu was in a trance, both of us seemed to have reverted to an
animalistic state of mind where we had forgotten time and place, and lived
only to savour the pleasure we gave each other. I have no idea if minutes
or hours went by, but of course it had to end with Manu unloading an insane
amount of sperm into me, and yes for once I couldn't help myself and I did
the same, even if I had my pants still on me.

Manu needed a few minutes to land on earth. He was sitting on the floor,
and looked profoundly confused. Suddenly he put on his clothes without
looking at me, and he ran away.

*

As usual I'd appreciate your feedback!

Michel