He's Thrilled to Expose His Boner

I am happy to share my stories. But, French of origin, thank you for your understanding for my English which remains very imperfect!

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"No, I'm really sorry. It is already 5:45 p.m. and as it is written on the door, there are no more rentals after 5:30 p.m. I'm all alone and I can't take care of everything... Sorry!"

The kid is sweating and gives me a big smile as he tries his luck again, "I'm really disappointed. I ran to come and be on time. I'm late because my boss kept me an extra half hour!"

He pulls up his t-shirt to mop his forehead and shows me a very flat, tanned stomach, with a killer 6-pack where a few brown hairs venture up to his navel. "That's a good argument!" I say to myself...

With my boyfriend Laurent I run a windsurf rental business on the shores of Lac du Castillon, a superb lake in the middle of the French Alps. The water is a beautiful emerald green. We often have a favorable wind for windsurfing. The only problem: the water is super cold, even in the middle of summer, because the lake is fed by a mountain river, the Verdon. So, you must wear a diving suit!

"Besides, I don't have any wetsuits left in your size! I think I only have some M left... Whereas, given your size, you would probably need an L..."

"I'll manage to get in! I'm not that big, right?!"

"OK, it's up to you, after all... I'm going to try to find you one that's a bit old because they become more flexible as they age...Plus, you'll have to be quick because I close the shop at 7 p.m. sharp!" He nods and begins to take off his clothes, leaving only his boxers on.

Handing him the diving suit I was thinking of, I take the opportunity to detail this cutie's body: not very tall, he has a well-defined bod. But no excess muscle building, except perhaps in the thighs and buttocks. Brown with shoulder-length hair, he has a few hairs on his legs, nothing on his chest and a few that extend from his pubis. A very nice bulge in the boxers, too!

"For the board and the wetsuit, it will be €20"

"Do you make any discount for students?" He asks me, handing me his student card.

I take it in my hand to check and answer, "Yes, Nolan. So, it will only be €15." I could see that he just turned 19 and is studying at sports college.

As soon as Nolan leaves, the equipments start to be returned by those who rented it earlier in the afternoon. In general, most come between 6 p.m. and 6:30 p.m. Quite a lot of work for me, especially since I'm all alone at the time.

Laurent opened this boutique 25 years ago. In terms of shop, it's more of a shed which serves as an office and mini-locker room for the more modest customers, near 2 containers in which we store all the equipment: a large one for the boards and a smaller one for diving suits (hyperventilated, so they can dry). When I met Laurent 5-6 years ago, he ran the store alone. I first knew him as a client and we quickly became lovers.

My name is Damien. I am 32 years old, a little over 20 years younger than Laurent. When I started working with him, we boosted the business: more equipment and wider opening hours. Laurent opens in the morning around 9 a.m. I join him around noon. He stops at 4 p.m. and I work until the closing at 7 p.m.

6:45 p.m.: all the equipment has been brought back and I'm happy because there is no damage to mention! But I still don't see this Nolan...

I start to tidy up our shed, do a little administrative work and remove the cash and checks from the till: don't leave anything behind, because of the risk of theft during the night! I can't close the containers, because of this fucking Nolan! I should never have let myself be moved by his devastating smile and his 6-pack...

7:05 p.m.: I seem to see a white spot in the distance. I take the binoculars: yes, it's a windsurf board and there's every chance that it's this little idiot... So much the better!

When he comes out of the water, it's a bit over 7:15 p.m. and he says to me, "Sorry, the wind carried me far and, to come back, I had to fight because I had the wind in my face... Sorry, but I can help you tidy up, if you want!"

I'm not too happy about his delay and says without smiling, "Go put the board and the sail in the green container and you'll come back here to take off your suit."

When he returns to the shed, he says to me, "It was really great! But it's true that the water is not hot... The wetsuit is not an option, although I must admit that this one is a lot too tight to me..."

As I leave to go lock the boards' container, I reply, "You see that you really needed an L! Now, speed up because I want to close the shop."

When I return to the shed, Nolan has just released his shoulders from the latex and is pulling down with difficulty. Removing a wet suit is always a challenge anyway; when it is also too tight for the diver, it is almost mission impossible! I look at the scene, smiling and saying to myself, "Since you insisted on taking this suit that was too tight, now manage on your own to go out of it!"

When he reaches his pelvis, he has even more difficulty and says to me, "I think I'm going to need a little help... I have no more strength in my arms after my fight against the wind and this damn wetsuit is like stuck on my bod!"

His wide naughty smile makes him very sexy. That encourages me to come closer and help him, especially since I would still like to go home!

What's blocking is his round ass and his wet boxers too. By lowering it, his boxers have been lowered a little and we can see the beginning of his pubic area. As much as he has no hair on his chest, he seems very hairy up his sex, very black hair.

"OK, I feel pity for you..." I tell him, kneeling in front of him to have more strength to pull the suit down.

Damn, it sure looks really stuck. On the third attempt, I feel that things are loosening a little: this is not the time to reduce my effort! I redouble my strength and that's it, the suit reaches now his knees! The collateral effect is that everything came at the same time, the suit and the boxers...

It really doesn't seem to bother Nolan who laughs about it and says to me, "Damn, that feels good! I felt like everything was so compressed that my body couldn't even breathe! Wow, it feels better in the open air!"

"It must be said that you have hyper-developed thighs and well-filled boxers!" My libido makes me say it in front of this young guy who shamelessly exposes all his gear to me.

"For the thighs and ass, it's the bike! I do a lot of mountain biking: the region is ideal for that! For the rest, I think I got it from my dad: nature is generous for the men in our family! I'm not surprised that you mention it: all my buddies at college took a while to get used to, lol! So, I'm used to the insistent looks at my crotch..."

This kid has an impressive cock between his thighs for his age: it probably measures over 5'' even though it really seems to be at rest. It is also really thick and is very dark, revealing the tip of a pink glans under the foreskin. A beautiful forest of pubic hair above and 2 big balls below.

"I'm sorry if I seemed to have a persistent look at you... I was just surprised... But, now, you have to hurry, because I really have to close the shop and hang your suit for drying."

As he begins to bring the zips up at the ankles level, I drift off into my thoughts. I imagine him in his college locker room, removing his boxers and freeing his big cock from its cage. Obviously if I were one of his pals, I wouldn't have missed this show for anything. I would of course have tried to catch the slightest start of his erection in the shower, as often happens for young males of this age...

I'm quickly pulled out of my reveries by Nolan who tells me, "I'm actually going to need help from you again: the zip on the right side is completely blocked and I can't get my foot out...! By the way, I don't even know what's your name..."

"Damien!"

I squat down in front of him and work on that fucking zip. Nothing to do, it remains blocked! I insist and insist again at the risk of breaking it... I insist so much that I lose my balance and when I fall my head rubs against Nolan's crotch. To stand up, I hold on to his thighs and finally manage to get up.

"Sorry dude, I hope I didn't hurt you!"

He answers me with a little grin, "No, on the contrary! The contact just had the effect of waking up my cock!"

I try to remain professional and just answer, "Move your boxer up if you want to cover you. I'll go get the oil can... That's the only way to solve this zip problem!"

When I return, I see that his cock is clearly longer. It gained volume. The glans is more visible. His prick is almost horizontal and points straight ahead. This young dude seems not to be ashame to expose his junks. I'd even say he's definitely proud of it...

"I see that the situation does not fail to stimulate you!" I tell him with a wink and I get back on my knees to grease that zip. It's not easy, but with a little patience and energy, I can finally slide it and pass the suit through Nolan's right foot and thus free him...

I get up, the suit it in my hands, and I look at Nolan, smiling and satisfied to have solved this zip problem. Of course I can't miss his cock which continued to expand: it grew again; it swelled again; the glans continues to push the foreskin a little further; by jerks it continues to rise upwards and start curving like a banana.

He looks at me with his laughing eyes and a little grin. He starts to shake his pelvis, which makes his cock sway which is now looking towards the sky and says to me, "I promise you, Damien, it's the last time... But I'm going to need one more time little help! This could also be a... mutual help, given the bar that has developed in your speedo!"

I look down and see that my cock has also not forgotten to make itself comfortable: my speedo is very tight and even shows a wet spot at the level of my glans...

"That's right! You really don't leave me indifferent. You are a pretty kid. But I would never have believed that you were gay... But, with an erection like this, there is no doubt: we belong to the same parish!"

Surprised by the expression that he apparently didn't know, he laughs. Before adding, "Actually, initially I wasn't gay at all. It was only pussies and tits that interested me... But I always had the same problem with babes..." And he points his index finger towards his erect cock.

"What?! Don't tell me you're having trouble catching girls with that beautiful cock of you! Any fag will do anything to suck your big pecker!"

"That's what this past year has taught me! Every month, I feel like my dick is still growing! Now that I've reached 9'', without even mentioning its girth, I'm having more and more difficulty finding pussies who want to take care of it... While I have more and more offers of the part of the guys..."

"I'm not surprised! But how did you go from straight to gay?!"

"Actually, I think I'm bi. Because shoving my cock into a pussy and filling it with cum always excites me as much as possible: as soon as the opportunity presents itself, I seize it! But things happened on their own... In a sports college, you spend a lot of time training; so also quite a bit of time nude in the locker rooms and in the showers..."

"If I had done this kind of studies, I think I would have had a lot of trouble controlling myself and my cock would have stood at attention all the time! I probably would have gotten fired because of that..."

"I know exactly what you mean, because it's not uncommon for me or one of my buddies developing a boner in the showers. It's quite normal: our training makes us produce a lot of hormones and we are young guys aged 18 to 22-23. And when a dick starts to stiffen, it's almost impossible to stop it from showing the ceiling in the next minute... Which tends to make other guys hard, especially those who are gay... But not only them!"

"And how do you handle that?!"

"With our hands! To relieve tension, there's nothing better than a good hand-job... Plus with a collective jerk off, you tend to squirt quickly! At the end, there is really cum everywhere!"

"Wow! But it never goes further?"

"Yes, of course. It can happen. I quickly noticed that some people really take their time in the locker rooms before going to shower: discussions, stretching, taking a protein mixture... The advantage is that there are fewer people in the showers when they get there. Which gives them more freedom. It's at these times, in a smaller group, that you can get sucked! Since I noticed that fags have this tactic, I became one of the dudes who take their time in the locker room!"

"And you, do you suck?"

"Not often... Probably my straight side... But I love getting sucked!" Giving his cock 2 or 3 strokes, like to reassure himself it's still at full stretch, he adds, "Speaking of sucking, Damien, I thought you'd be a little quicker to take care of that!"

In response, I take off my speedo and handle my cock a little. For you to visualize the scene, I am of a much more modest size length and thickness... But still in the good average! Then, I resume my favorite position: kneeling in front of the beautiful Nolan...

I take his big cock in hand and start stroking him. His cock is warm and soft like velvet, but firm like steel. I pull as far down as possible to release his glans and stimulate his frenulum...

"You have a very nice cock! I love its dark color: it looks very manly!"

"THANKS. Try to handle it with less energy, because I'm still young and easily tend to squirt prematurely! Besides, if you want to suck me, don't delay: I have a feeling that it won't be long before I release my spunk!"

As I don't want to miss this sucking step, I start working with my mouth on his glans. Then I slide my lips along his rod going deeper and deeper. With my right hand I start to jerk my cock and caress his shaved balls with my left.

At the moment when, through effort and perseverance (Yes, swallowing 9'' is not as easy as that!), I manage to get almost all of his cock into my throat and my nose comes up against his pubic hair, he starts to move his pelvis to fuck my mouth.

I let him take the lead: it's up to him to set the right rhythm to make his magma rise. I let go of my cock and his balls to grip his buttocks and accompany the powerful movements of his muscular ass. He is still very young, but he has the right technique! He holds my head in his hands so that I don't try to escape the thrusts of his big prick...

The excitement builds in me as I am dominated by this young stallion who fucks my mouth with all the energy and passion of his youth. I am at his mercy and willingly let him take power...

At this rate, it doesn't take long for him to let go of my head and tap me on the shoulder to warn me that the explosion is approaching... I want to cum at the same time as him, so I resume my own hand-job without losing of time.

And I have to hurry because he pulls out a few seconds later. I admire his cock, glistening with my saliva, which he takes firmly in hand and on which he makes a few broad strokes before releasing voluminous jets of spunk which land on my face and in my hair. I feel like it's never going to stop and I love it. I try to receive the last jets on my tongue which I hold out to him like a target: and, it works! Its juice is sweet. All of this finally makes me squirt in turn, with unusual violence. I empty my balls.

I hear him laugh. He is happy with his achievement and bends towards me to lick his own cum from my face. I get up and kiss him: our tongues mix and share this creamy and sticky jizz. Damn, it's good!

"I well emptied my balls: it feels good to feel lighter!" He says to me, smiling and groping my hairy chest covered in his balls juice.

"It was really good! Me too, I squirted a lot!"

"Damien, can I come back and help you close the shop one of these next evenings?" He asks me almost shyly as he gets dressed.

"Whenever you want, Nolan!"

That summer, I had the chance to see Nolan 2 or 3 times every week. I don't think I've ever met a guy with so much spunk reserves: he squirted impressive quantities as if on command!

When mid-September arrived, I didn't see him again: he had resumed his studies at the sports college. I thought about him for a long time during my solitary hand-jobs, imagining him getting sucked off in the showers by his jock buddies. And I was literally jealous of them...

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