He's Ecstatic to Reveal His Erection
I'm excited to share my tales. However, as someone of French origin, I appreciate your patience with my less-than-perfect English!
"No, I truly apologize. It's already 5:45 pm, and it's written on the door that there are no more rentals past 5:30 pm. I'm all alone here and can't manage everything... Sorry!"
The boy perspires and flashes me a massive grin as he tries once more, "I'm really dismayed. I rushed to make it on time. I'm tardy because of my boss kept me a half-hour longer!"
He lifts his shirt to wipe his forehead and reveals a very chiseled abdomen with a perfect six-pack where a couple of hair strands reach his navel. "That's a solid argument!" I think to myself...
Me and my boyfriend Laurent operate a windsurf rental service by the shores of Lake Castillon in the heart of the French Alps. The water is a stunning emerald green. We frequently have suitable wind for windsurfing. The sole issue: the water is freezing cold, even in the height of summer, thanks to the lake being supplied by a mountain river, the Verdon. Consequently, you must don a diving suit!
"Also, I'm bereft of wetsuits in your size! I'm convinced I simply have some M left... Yet, given your physique, you'd most likely require an L..."
"I'll be able to squeeze in! I'm not that big, right?!"
"Well, it's up to you, fundamentally... I'm gonna endeavor to locate a somewhat antique one since they become more pliable with age... Furthermore, you need to be fast since I'm shutting down the shop at 7 pm precisely!" He nods and removes his clothing, leaving only his boxers on.
Giving him the wetsuit I had in mind, I take the chance to take in this cutie's physique: not overly tall, he possesses a nicely-defined body. Yet there's no obnoxious muscle building, except perhaps in his thighs and posterior. Brown-haired with shoulder-length hair, he has a few hairs on his legs, none on his chest, and a few that extend from his pubic region. A noteworthy bulge in the boxers, too!
"For the board and the wetsuit, it'll be €20."
"Do you grant discounts for students?" He inquires, presenting his student ID.
I take it in my hand to examine it and respond, "Yes, Nolan. Consequently, it'll be €15." I notice he's only nineteen and attends a sports college.
As soon as Nolan leaves, the equipment starts to be returned by those who rented earlier that afternoon. Typically, they return between 6 pm and 6:30 pm. Quite a bit of labor for me, especially as I'm the only one present at this time.
My name is Damien. I'm 32 years old, several years younger than Laurent. When I started working with him, we significantly expanded the business: more equipment and longer operating hours. Laurent begins his day around 9 am. I join him around noon. He stops at 4 pm. I work until 7 pm.
6:45 pm: all the equipment has been returned, and I'm pleased given there's not any damage to note! However, I haven't spotted this Nolan...
I begin tidying up our shed, attend to a little paperwork, and remove the money and checks from the cash register: I leave nothing behind because of the potential for robbery at night! I can't shutter the containers, as the dumb kid's premiere smile and his six-pack compelled me...
7:05 pm: I observe a white speck in the distance. I retrieve my binoculars: yes, it's a windsurf board, and there's every chance it's that prankster... So much the better!
When he emerges from the water, it's slightly past 7:15 pm, and he tells me, "Sorry, the wind transported me far and to return, I had to battle because I had the wind opposite me... Sorry, but I could assist you with tidying up, if you want!"
"I'm not exactly thrilled about your delay," I mumble, not bothering to disguise my displeasure. "Grab the board and sail, and put them in the green container. Then you can come back here to take off your wetsuit."
When he returns to the shed, he tells me, "The lesson was great, but unfortunately the water wasn't warm. The wetsuit isn't an option for me, but confession: this one is a bit snug."
I head towards the container to lock it up, responding with a dry joke, "I see that you really needed an L. Hurry up so I can close the shop."
By the time I return to the shed, Nolan is struggling to get out of his wetsuit, his broad shoulders heaving with the effort. It's difficult enough to take off a suit as it is; when it's too tight for the diver, it's almost an impossible task. "You're looking pretty sexy right now," I note, grinning ahead of time.
When Nolan reaches his pelvis, he's in even more trouble. "Guess I'll need a hand here," he sighs, giving up on his own efforts.
His mischievous smile makes his appearance even more alluring. Seeing that he might need assistance, I step closer, still glad to help him get home.
His round backside and wet boxers are what's blocking him now. When he adjusts himself, his boxers slide down a little, revealing the first glimpse of his cresting public area. Despite being hairless on his chest, he seems to be quite hairy around his privates, a thicket of black hair.
"I pity you," I say, squatting to muster more strength to pull his suit down.
The suit seems to be quite wedged in, but with a bit more force, it slowly starts to give way. Reaching his knees, there's a slight hesitation before it starts to unravel.
The sudden revelation of his boxers and their contents results in laughter. "Man, it felt like there was no room for my body to breathe at all!" he exclaims. "It feels SO much better out here!"
"You should know, you've got some seriously muscular thighs and a well-filled package," I tease, my arousal flaring up.
Nolan grins, unfazed. "That's thanks to mountain biking. I ride a lot in the area. And genetics, I suppose. I got the same built as my dad. I'm not surprised you noticed," he shrugs. "Truth be told, I'm used to the attention."
The young man's endowment doesn't disappoint. His copious amount of hair hides much else, but there's definitely an impressive member tucked between his muscular legs. It's not at full attention, but it looks pretty impressive even at rest. A convincing pair of large balls complete the picture.
"I'm sorry if I were staring excessively," I apologize, "but having seen all of that..."
With one hand on his ankles, Nolan attempts to raise the zips up to free himself. My mind begins to wander, imagining him alone in his college locker room, stripping off his boxers and exposing his sizable cock. I picture the pre-erect state the young man might have been in at the shower, wasting no time in obtaining any passing glance from any of his buddies.
Before long, I'm brought back to the present by Nolan's call for help with a side zip stuck fast. "Damien!," I respond.
Squatting in front of Nolan, I start working on the obstinate zip. My attempts fail, so I start pushing harder, almost excessive, until I feel the zip tear.
"Sorry about that!" I exclaim, worried about any damage I may have caused.
A sly grin plays across Nolan's face. "On the contrary, it woke up my dick!" he replies.
I strive to maintain professionalism and inform him, "Move your boxer up so you're covered. I need to get the oil can. That's the only solution for the zip issue."
As I head back to the equipment, I can't help but imagine him in a locker room, exposing his massive cock to his friends. The thought of catching a peek of his growing erection in their communal showers is tantalizing.
Heading back to the locker room, I find Nolan has snuggled into a foldable chair. He appears to be pleasantly surprised. "I'm going to need your help again," he tells me. "The zipper on the right is jammed and I can't get my foot out."
"Damien."
I squat in front of him, trying to relieve his dilemma.
My forehead collides with his penis as I attempt to stand up. Taking his thighs as support to keep my balance, I can start moving again.
"I hope I didn't hurt you," I say, concerned.
Nolan barely hesitated. "Not at all! Just the opposite - it managed to spark my member!" he chuckles.
With the can of oil in hand, I try solving the zip problem. Shaking my head, I realize it's beyond repair. "You'll need a new one," I say, offering the can.
"When can I come back tomorrow?" Nolan asks, taking it from my hands. "I actually had a lot of fun today, saw a fancy-looking sunset, and met a very good instructor."
With a smile, I say, "11 am. I'll teach you even more moves.."
"That's exciting! Can't wait for tomorrow!"
As we parted ways, I took the time to look at him, secretly hoping he'd take my offer up on kayaking and perhaps a spontaneous post-lesson activity. I couldn't quite read the young man - he seemed enthusiastic about kayaking. But I was determined to get a glimpse of his impressive build and possibly more in the future.
When I arrive back, I notice his penis is significantly larger. It's grown in size and the head is more prominent. His penis points almost straight ahead and appears nearly horizontal. This young fellow doesn't seem shy to show off his private parts. He may even be quite proud of them...
I say jokingly, "Seems like this situation doesn't leave you unaffected!" and then crouch down to unzip his outfit. It's not a simple task, but with some perseverance and effort, I manage to slide the garment off and liberate him...
I stand up, holding the suit in my hands, and glance at Nolan, beaming with satisfaction for resolving the zipping dilemma. Needless to say, I can't help but notice his penis which has once again expanded: it's regained girth and the head pushes down the foreskin a bit more; it lifts up and starts curving like a banana.
He observes me with a smile and a chuckle. He starts wiggling his hips, which makes his penis bob up and down. He tells me, "Damien, I promise this will be the last time... But I could use a bit more help! This could even be a mutually beneficial arrangement, considering the bulge in your shorts!"
I see that my penis has also decided to make itself at home: my shorts have become exceedingly tight, and even visibly display a wet spot at the level of my glans...
"I see, you certainly have an impact on me! You're a good-looking young man. I can understand why you were straight before, as only pussies and tits interested you... But you've been unable to ignore your erection, there's no doubt: we're cut from the same cloth!"
Taken aback by his unexpected realisation, he laughs. Before admitting, "To be honest, I wasn't gay at all initially. I just found girls attractive and I preferred their bodies... But I've always experienced difficulties with women..." Nodding towards his erect penis.
"What? A giant like that couldn't attract the ladies?!"
"That's exactly it! With an 9'' dick and a big girth, it's becoming harder to find women who would be up for the task. While more and more homosexual men want to suck it..."
"I'm not surprised! The thought of sucking that huge cock makes me catch my breath. But how did you go from straight to gay?"
"To tell you the truth, I think I'm bisexual. I find both the idea of having a pussy and filling it with my cum quite thrilling. Whenever the opportunity arises, I take advantage of it! But there were circumstances... In a sports college, you spend a great deal of time practising. Thus, lots of time spent undressed in the locker rooms and in the showers..."
"If I had attended such an establishment, I imagine I'd have had great difficulty avoiding temptations and my penis would constantly be standing at attention!"
"I know exactly how you feel, because it's not uncommon for us or one of my pals to get an erection in the showers. It's just a fact of life: our training stimulates our bodies to produce many hormones and we're undeniably young lads around the age of 18 to 22-23. As soon as a penis becomes erect, it's hard to hide it within a minute. Which tends to arouse other guys, particularly those who are homosexual..."
"How do you cope with it?"
"We use our hands! To alleviate tension, nothing compares to a solid handjob. Moreover, a collective handjob often makes one ejaculate quickly! And so, there is cum everywhere..."
"Wow! But does this ever progress further?"
"Of course, it does, unfortunately. My issue is that I haven't reciprocated that much. I guess it's my straight side. But I love being serviced!" Giving his erection a couple of slow strokes, like to reassure the rigid pole, he adds, "Regarding getting serviced, Damien, I thought you'd have moved faster to take care of it!"
So I remove my shorts, then handle my more modest-sized penis. Although smaller in length and girth than Nolan's, I'm perfectly average. I then return to my preferred posture: kneeling in front of the beautiful Nolan...
I pick up his impressive cock and begin stroking him. It's soft and warm to the touch, yet firm as a rock. I pull down as hard as I can, revealing the head and stimulating his frenulum...
"Your cock is incredibly impressive! The dark color really adds to its manly appearance."
"Much appreciated. Be mindful of your enthusiasm, as I'm rather young and can sometimes ejaculate prematurely. If you're planning on giving me a blowjob, you'll want to act swiftly - it won't be long before I reach climax."
I began my process by teasing his glans with my mouth. Gradually, I applied more pressure, slipping my lips down his length. I employed my right hand to stroke my own member while I massaged his shaven testicles with the left.
Eventually, I was able to take almost his entire shaft into my throat, causing my nose to brush against his pubic hair. In response, he began thrusting his pelvis, effectively performing analingus on me.
I surrendered control, allowing him to determine the tempo for maximum arousal. I released my hold on my cock and testicles to support his buttocks during each burst of energy. He proved to be an adept lover, demonstrating his expertise despite his youth.
His sexual vigor aroused me even further, allowing me to willingly relinquish control. I was at his mercy as his muscular ass set a demanding pace. The strength of his pelvis forced me to keep a tight grip on his buttocks to avoid losing my balance.
It wasn't long before he noticed my body's response and warned me of his impending climax. Having just swallowed 9 inches, I hurried to complete my own hand-job while he withdrew, ensuring a simultaneous release. I wanted to experience his mouth on my member.
To prevent him from cumming, I retook hold of my penis. My efforts were futile, as he ceased thrusting shortly after. In a triumphant display, he pulled out and stroked his cock a few times, dousing me with a torrent of semen. My hair and face were coated with his jizz. I reveled in his release. Desperate to taste it, I protruded my tongue invitingly. He obliged, landing several jets of semen on it. The sensation was heavenly.
On the verge of releasing my own load, I moaned loudly. I followed his actions, quickly ejaculating with an impressive degree of force. I had emptied my balls.
"You certainly did!" He remarked, grinning while stroking my chest, still dripping in his semen.
"I can't say I'm disappointed. It was amazing!"
Following the summer holiday, he inquired if he could visit my shop above the supermarket to assist with closing one evening. "Any time you'd like, Nolan," I answered.
Nolan visited my establishment several times a week throughout the summer. I was amazed by the sheer volume of semen he was capable of producing upon command.
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