Date: Tue, 4 Apr 2017 21:00:10 +0200
From: Michel Kuksuger <michelkuksuger@gmail.com>
Subject: Michel - Chapter II

Michel -- II

In the previous chapter: Michel, a student in southern Paris, provides free
blowjobs to his house mates.

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A month has passed since last time, and life is good. On most days I now
enjoy visits from several of my house mates, and even some of their friends
have started to find their way to my room. After an unfortunate event where
one of the guys came in while I was busy with another, I deployed a
second-hand neon light in the window that says "Open", just like an
American diner, so we avoid double bookings.

Yesterday evening was a nice one -- I got to suck 4 house mates and a friend
of one them, Matthieu. As we enjoyed the aftermath together -- for straight
guys, that typically seems to boil down to a beer and soccer on TV -
someone knocked on my door despite the neon light. It turned out to be Luc
-- coming back for a second round?

"Can I come in?" he said as he nodded in Matthieu's direction.

I beckoned him in and wondered what urgent business he might have. Matthieu
sensed that it might be time to leave, so he patted me on the shoulder, and
said good night.

Luc's eyes were wide open and his face was a bit red; I could see he was on
to something. "So, eh... Michel, do you like soccer?" he asked clumsily.

We both looked at the poster of a shirtless Ronaldo adorning a wall and we
burst out in laughter. Yes of course I like soccer, but mostly because of
the cute guys. I asked him what he was really trying to ask me.

Luc explained me that he had been talking a lot with the guys on his soccer
team lately, and had told them about my dedication to his wellbeing. One
evening, the team concluded that it would be fun to have me along one day
as they played a match, to provide them with some extra inspiration. They
asked me to be present next weekend and suck any guy off who needed some
comfort. I didn't have to think much and agreed almost instantly -- the
prospect of sucking a dozen of guys was tantalizing.

Saturday morning came, and I joined Luc on his way to the soccer match. I
said hello to the guys on his team; they had some substitutes so there were
about 15 of them present. I honestly didn't even register who the guys were
playing against and couldn't wait getting to the trainer's wardroom that
had been reserved for me. The trainer had no idea of our plan and was out
on the field anyway, so I had the place all to myself.

I had a look around and noticed a comfortable chair, a whiteboard, and a
table. Otherwise, it didn't look like the room was used that often. It was
squeaky clean. I rummaged through some drawers and found no less than three
bottles of Pernod -- I had to laugh a bit imagining the coach trying to
relax his nerves with a bottle in his hand. I heard a whistle in the
distance signalling the beginning of the match. That would be 90 minutes
with a 15-minute break, and a team of 15 -- assuming 10 of them would visit
me, that meant I had my work cut out for me. The thought immediately
aroused me. A few minutes passed as I was anxiously waiting, then the sound
of soccer shoes on tiles made me sit up straight and watch the door. The
footsteps disappeared again, but only a minute later other footsteps
approached rapidly, the door was opened and a cute blond guy asked me if I
was Michel.

I answered by telling him to step closer. He was already sporting a tent,
guiding my mouth to his dick almost by instinct. The combined scent of
newly cut grass and the sheen of fresh sweat on his body was a huge
turn-on. He put his dick right into my open mouth and I went to work. My
lips enveloped his glans and I licked my way down the shaft, his balls, and
then up again. Within minutes, he ejaculated into my mouth, and left
instantly to re-join the ongoing match. This was starting to look good.

My next visitor didn't even bother to knock, and just stormed towards me.
He was obviously in a hurry, bypassed the usual pleasantries, and just
placed my lips on top of his cock. As I started to suck on instinct, he
said something like "have only a few minutes" but I didn't care -- I was
entranced by the wonderful cock invading my throat. We spent no more energy
on communication and we went straight for the home run. As intended, he
deposited his cum deep inside me within minutes, regained his breath, and
sprinted back to the field to join his mates.

In those 90 minutes, I serviced 12 guys -- I suspect one or two of them to
have visited me twice. I really had to work hard this time, and I was
feeling just as tired as the guys who had just played soccer. From the
cheering, I could tell that my efforts had apparently inspired the team to
reach new heights and win the match -- a feat that needed celebration. Luc
invited me to come and join the team in the wardrobe. I didn't recognize
any of them, but most of them seemed to remember me all too well. I shook
some hands, got a few hugs and smiles, and before I knew it we were all in
the shower together. Everybody seemed to be completely unfazed by my
presence, it was just a cheerful gathering of naked bodies -- but to me of
course it meant a bit more.

In fact, I recognized some of them now -- mostly by their dicks. The one
with the unusual curve, the smallish one, the circumcised one -- and then,
suddenly, I noticed that one dick I most certainly had not had in my mouth.
It was enormous, it was gorgeous, it was wonderful, it was a work of art.
Maybe it was a good thing that we left the shower all together and went for
a beer. My eyes were locked onto the owner of that amazing bratwurst and I
just had to talk to him. I'll tell you more in the next chapter.

In the meanwhile, let me know if you like reading about me. I received so
much feedback after my last story that I cannot really reply to all of you,
but I'll try. Thank you very much so far!

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