Michel -- IV
In the previous chapter: Michel has an unforgettable encounter with Manu.
Spring had finally arrived to Paris, and I enjoyed sitting in the open window with my one leg dangling on the outside. It had been a quiet evening with only two of my housemates stopping by to donate some proteins, so I was just enjoying the sun and a beer. Also, I was waiting for the guy that Pierre had introduced me to a few days before.
His name was Leon, and he was a fanatic triathlon athlete, spending much of his free time swimming, cycling, and mostly running. Pierre and Leon knew each other from high school, and one day Pierre had apparently decided to let Leon in on his little secret. Leon was single and "bi-curious", so he would have no issues letting me enjoy his cock. The only problem was that he lived with his aunt a few blocks away, so we decided that I would be the final part of his daily exercise regimen so his little detour would not cause any raised eyebrows. Leon was in great shape and was kind of handsome -- I was looking forward to playing with him and consuming his sperm.
Just as I was about to fetch another beer, I heard a runner approaching in the distance. It was Leon, clad in yellow neon shorts and a black tank top. It was a sight for sore eyes even from a distance. He decided to do some push ups with his feet elevated on a bench, apparently to finish his work-out -- or maybe just to impress me as he knew full well he was basically in front of my window. I lost count after about a hundred push-ups and decided to short-cut his performance by shouting "Hey dude, stop it! Want a beer?". Leon almost lost his balance but nodded shyly and sprinted towards the gate. He was upstairs in seconds and our game was about to begin.
Leon was surprisingly timid to be so good looking. I told him to take of his tank top so I could play a bit with him before converging on his cock. He obligingly did so and I started to explore his upper body with my lips. Even after all this exercise, he smelled downright amazing. Only a sheen of fresh sweat covered his skin, together with some light tones of detergent, clothes, grass, warm skin, it was fabulous. I kissed and caressed his body everywhere and I carefully nibbled his nipples, and he liked it -- from the first few seconds I noticed the bulge in his shorts. Shortly thereafter, I also noticed a wet spot forming in his pants. That's when Leon told me about his little peculiarity-- as soon as he got aroused, he produced massive amounts of precum. He apologised but there was absolutely no need for that -- it was music to my ears. I focused my attention on licking the precum from his cock whenever a new droplet would form, and my tongue found its way deeper towards the base of his penis, his balls, and his body. I honestly couldn't tell you how long this continued, but suddenly Leon grabbed his cock and put it right into my mouth, only to send streams of cum deep into my throat.
We were both panting heavily and smiling, me with Leon's cock still in my mouth. It had gotten a bit softer but apparently, Leon had no desire to remove his cock from my mouth -- he just wanted to make sure that I got absolutely every last drop of him. As I joined his effort, it turned out that Leon was ready for a second round almost immediately after the first. He asked if I was comfortable lying on the floor, on my back, so he could cover my face with his private parts. I couldn't have come up with a better plan, so I wasted no time and jerked him down on top of me. With his balls basically sitting on my nose, I got an even better opportunity to inhale that astounding cocktail of hormones and pheromones. As the precum started flowing down the base of Leon's cock once more, injecting me with even more delight, I was in a trance-like state and acted solely on instinct. I hadn't really paid that much attention to my own dick, but at some point, I realised that I had passed the point of no return, and I just came in my pants like a 12-year-old -- and simultaneously Leon filled my mouth with his juices a second time.
Then we fell silent, profoundly impressed by the perfect happiness that enveloped us both. We just sat for a while, digesting the experience. Then Leon looked at me, still bewildered. He gave me a kiss on the forehead, thanked me, then put on his sweaty running clothes again and left.
"Next week we'll do it three times - promise" was all he said on his way out.
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Michel