Sex stories

I’m 18, name’s Corentin, a blond twink, total pretty. Last night, I was in Paris, messing around with this hookup app for the first time, posting some pics of my slim bod. Got flooded with messages and dick pics real quick. It was a lot for my first go, so I shut the app and hit a bar near my hotel. Ordered a cocktail, but I was bored as fuck, alone, so I opened the app again, checking my likes and messages, scoping out guys nearby. Ordered another soda and realized the bartender looked familiar. I asked him if we’d met before. He said he sees tons of people, so he wasn’t sure, but my face didn’t ring a bell.

Night dragged on, I kept myself busy. Got a notification from the app, checked the profile, and holy dick—it was the bartender. I’d messaged him on the app before coming to the bar. He wasn’t at the counter, probably on break, so I stepped outside. Found him smoking a cigarette. I don’t , but asked for one anyway, just puffing on it to break the ice. Wanted to tell him it was me from the app but didn’t know how. He was my type: 25, clean-cut, kinda jacked but not too much. Never done anything with a guy, but I was down to start with him. He’s on his phone, smoking, so I message him, “What you up to?” He replies, “On break.” I shoot back, “I’m smoking with a dude on break.” He looks at me, we lock eyes, both awkward as hell. Him, probably ‘cause he didn’t clock me, and me, ‘cause I’d never really chatted up a guy.

Not knowing what to do, I just blurt, “I think you’re hot as fuck.” He says I’m cute too. I ask when he gets off and if he wants to hit my hotel room later. We head back to the bar, I down one last soda, and bounce. About an hour and a half later, he texts he’s done with his shift. I walk back to the bar—it’s super close—meet him, and we head to the hotel, walking five minutes without saying dick. In my room, I suggest a horror movie ‘cause I’m obsessed. I’m a total wuss, screaming at every jump scare, and he’s flinching too ‘cause my yells are so loud. At one point, he goes, kinda shy, “Hope you scream like that in bed.” Caught off guard, I just laugh.

As the movie goes, we get closer, me freaking out. I stare into his eyes for a long-ass time. He leans in, like he’s asking permission. Our lips touch, all tingly, breaths mixing. His tongue grazes my lips, then dives in my mouth. Kisses get hotter, breathing heavier. I stop, tell him I’ve never done this. He asks if I wanna keep going. I say hell yeah, and he reassures me. We’re back at it, kissing like crazy, my dick hard as fuck. I rip off my shirt, he follows. I’m stroking his chiseled, warm body; he’s feeling up my slim, shaky twink frame, buzzing with nerves and horniness.

I kiss his neck, start sucking his nipple like I’m milking it. He’s so turned on, I head south, nibbling his crotch through his jeans. He practically tears his pants off, letting me get at his cock. It’s half-hard, and I love it, feeling it grow in my mouth, getting thick, veiny, and damn near impossible to swallow. Next thing I know, I’m xxxing on a 21cm huge. I’m slobbering like a fountain, going back and forth. He grabs my head, holding me down, cutting off my air while I on his dick. I love that he’s respectful but still shows he’s the man. After minutes of tearing up and drooling, eyes red, I get on all fours.

He starts licking my hole, and fuck, it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. His tongue in my tight, hairless twink ass—I’m in heaven. I’m moaning like a bitch, something I never thought I’d do. He tries a finger, but my pretty hole’s too tight. He rims me more, then slides a lubed finger in quick. I yelp, and he’s like, “See, knew you’d scream for this too.” I grin, feeling a quick sting but mostly shock and crazy horniness. He’s fingering me, adds a second, and holy dick, the jump from one to two is wild. I’m so horny, I tell him, “Fuck my ass raw.”

No condom, he lines up, my legs in the air, head back, ass at the bed’s edge, him standing. The bed’s high, perfect setup. He rubs his tip against my hole and rams it in. I scream, over and over, heat and intensity fading into pleasure. I love feeling him inside me. He starts thrusting, pure magic. He’s going so fast, air’s escaping my ass, making farts as he fucks me, and I fucking love the sound. We keep at it for maybe five minutes, kissing now and then. Sometimes he xxxes me lightly with one hand, covers my mouth with the other. Flips me face-down, spanks me—fuck, I’m shocked but into it. He spreads my cheeks, licks my hole again, then slides back in like it’s nothing.

He stands, lifts me up, fucking me face-to-face, me in his arms, his cock deep in my ass. He’s pounding so fast, my hole’s fucked, can’t take much more. He says he’s close. In my head, I’m like, “Thank fuck,” ‘cause it’s intense for my first time. He puts me on my knees, blasts his load on my face—three shots I swallow, two more in my blond hair and lips. I’m jerking off, cum quick on his chest. We kiss, crash, and hook up again in the night. We’re still in touch… to be continued…