A successful evening: 1 - Patrick It was a weekday evening after the turbin, like so many others. A good shower, and I wanted to join my friends as soon as possible so as not to face my loneliness after dark. Around 7:00 p.m., I walk into this big downtown bar, Le Coq Hardi, and they are already there at the counter. A few drinks and lots of laughs, there's nothing like it to cheer upWe're all joking around, and one of my friends mimics me to put my hand in the package; boys often have fun challenging their virility, let alone a little tipsy. Dodging this gesture, I give a violent ass kick to the person sitting behind me on a bar stool, glass in hand. The good man found himself with his Martini on his pants before he could figure out what was happening to him. I apologize flatly, orders him another drink.- I didn't notice you were sitting there, I'm so sorry, and my friends are pretty… rowdy!This man of about 45 reassures me by telling me that at our age, he was just as much, and that if he willingly comes to places like this one, it is precisely to find a certain atmosphere there. .Very friendly, elegantly dressed, the conversation begins with us. Around 8:30 p.m., my colleagues ask me if we are finishing the evening at the restaurant, but I have drunk too much, and I am really not hungry. I much prefer to go back to rest. They insist several times, treating me as a "little player", a coward, then end up capitulating, and go on to continue their drinking session without me. I remain to finish my glass with my counter neighbor, we are remaking the world.His name is Patrick, has been divorced for 5 years, runs a designer clothing store for men in the pedestrian streets, and often comes to relax after closing, having no one to wait for him at home.Our glasses empty, I settle and we get up, I see his pants soaked again, and apologize to him again.- People will think you pissed on yourself, I'm so sorry!The liquid really fell on his crotch, making a nice stain. And once up, we notice only that ... and the beautiful, well-inflated package betraying a rather effective presence inside his pants.- Nothing serious ! he said, examining the damage, rubbing the affected area with the flat of his hand. I have a full store! And then they'll just have to look me in the eye! he adds, looking me straight in the eye, smiling broadly.Outside, the cool is startling. Patrick thanks me for this pleasant start to the evening. Finding me very nice, he asks me if I will one day come to his shop to renew my look. I make him understand that the price of clothes quickly hurts a small budget. He suggests that I come and see for myself by taking out his bunch of keys.- At this time ?- So what ! I must change my pants, because there, I freeze my balls, it can be the occasion!Despite the alcohol, I realize that he is opening up to me. I see his pants well inflated on the front when he barely got up, and see that I have not had sex for two weeks, neither men nor women! Handsome man, slender, smiling, as long as he is a player, I don't risk much, and part of me… I accept, we'll see. As he walks, he thanks me for my presence, and admits to being quite shy usually. And that if I hadn't spilled this glass, he would already be bored at home.We arrive in front of his store, a beautiful bright window full of models dressed BCBG. We enter by the door of the adjoining building, and go directly into his back room. The place is quite large, racks full of clothes, boxes, a movable mirror, and a large table sits in the middle, with sewing material at one corner, probably for alterations, hemming, etc. He shows me the place, the office, the toilets, the passage to the shop ... Sitting on the corner of the table, I look around me, and ask myself a little what I'm doing there, when he says: - I like you very much, I wanted to stay with you for a while longer.He is there, in front of me, and his eyes search mine. I mumble that he too is sympathetic to me, that ... his physique and his charm are not indifferent to me. He puts his hand on my thigh, and begins to move up to my crotch. I then ask him if he still has frozen balls, and offers my help by putting my hand on the wet spot.There are beautiful people in there, it's obvious.I leave the corner of the table and kneel in front of him as he unbuckles his belt and opens his pants, which quickly end up on his shoes, and before my eyes I have a voluminous figure looming in his underpants. My hands grip the fabric and slowly pull it down as he unbuttons his shirt.Something improbable there is still an hour, I discovered a few inches from my lips a fairly long penis while it still hangs, but especially of a very large diameter, with a long foreskin covering a very drawn glans. Very massive. Two heavy testicles adorn this show, slightly offset like the weights of a clock, but really proportionate to its splendid tail.I compliment him on my discovery by confessing my wonder, my hand passing over his flat stomach.- I really want your mouth, but I do not know if I will last long. I haven't known anyone for almost a year, so… but make me cum, I want your mouth.His shoes fly in a corner, his futal remains on the ground, and I invite him to lie down on the table. Impatiently, I take his big penis between my lips and notice the smell of Martini in passing. Its diameter is impressive, and this cock is already widely 15 cm while it is not yet hard.With my tongue I slip between the foreskin and try a circular movement, but must content myself with titillating the generous meatus. Already his toy begins to lengthen and harden, and still lips, I pull it back completely. Delicious cock, his big penis is smooth, but it already fills my mouth a lot!I grabbed his heavy balls and discovered them by rolling them in my hand, then swallowing them, sucking them. I move my head back a little to admire this powerful cock stroking it. Where to start ? His balls are as good as his cock, his penis, his marked frenulum ... I mouth it, and now it band enough to try to push it a little more.But this tail is "obese", and a few centimeters under his glans, the diameter becomes so strong that my lips can no longer descend! He moans, tells me that it is only happiness, that he will not hold when he would like to enjoy it for a long time. I ask him not to worry, that being able to suck such a cock is only pleasure, and that if he comes too quickly, I will gladly do it again. Its bar is of an indecent beauty and size!- You have a jewel between your legs! I said, noting the distance between the end of my thumb and that of my other fingers as I jerk him slowly, he is so big.- Thank you, but a jewel that scares and hurts women! You suck me well, I love how you take care of it.My mouth goes back to the assault on this toy for consenting adults. My lips are strained to crack, and yet barely a third is inside. Yet him hissing with happiness, and when I start to come and go, I see his belly widen at the same rate.I alternate between pipe and swallowing balls in order to give him time to restrain himself. But at the same time, I can't wait to feel it contract, squirm, and so I take it back in the mouth, it will hardly hold. Pulling my hand on the shaft to properly retract it, my lips grip its huge end and while salivating strongly, I turn my mouth as if it were ice cream. Patrick begs me not to make him languish, he must come, that his balls will explode.I then accelerate my sucking, and began to reciprocate again, hi ...

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