Sex stories

The underground parking lot in the projects was a no-go zone after 10 p.m., except for guys like Karim and Sofiane. It was their dirty field, lit by flickering yellow neons on cracked concrete. That Friday night, the air stank of gas, burnt rubber, and dampness. Karim, a 6’3” man with broad shoulders, rocked a black Nike cap and gray sweats hugging his thick thighs. His bad-twink face had a scar under his left eye. Sofiane, leaner and sharper, wore a khaki bomber and white Air Max, his dark eyes scanning everything.

“Bro, it’s dead tonight,” Karim grumbled, stomping out his cig. Sofiane shrugged, kicking an empty can. “Wait for it.” Soon, footsteps echoed. Two guys approached: one in a baggy gray hoodie, a nervous pretty twink; the other in tight black sweats showing off a plump ass, faking confidence. Karim smirked at Sofiane. “Look, two little subs lost in our jungle.”

“What you doing here?” Sofiane asked, voice low but edged. The hoodie guy mumbled about a busted party; the sweats guy grinned, “Just chilling.” Karim led them to a kiss-up storage room—rusted door, dim bulb, reeking of grease. Inside, Karim slammed the door shut. Tension spiked.

He grabbed the sweats guy’s shoulder. “You’re hot, you know that?” The guy blushed but obeyed when Karim dropped his sweats, revealing a thick 20cm cock. “Knees, now.” The sub sucked, struggling with the size, wet sounds filling the room. Karim groaned, guiding him rough. Meanwhile, Sofiane pulled the hoodie guy to some boxes, dropping his pants to show a long, slim 19cm dick. “Come here.” The guy knelt, sucking sloppily but eager. Sofiane murmured, “Not bad,” gripping his hair lightly.

After fifteen minutes, Karim flipped his guy against the wall, spat in his hand, and rammed in. The sub yelped, gripping the concrete as Karim pounded—slow, then viril. Sofiane sat his guy on a box, fingered him open, then slid in deep with his long cock, hitting all the right spots. The room echoed with grunts, slaps, and moans. Karim cursed—“Take it, bitch”—while Sofiane stayed quiet, thrusting steady.

Nearly an hour later, Karim roared, unloading inside his guy, who collapsed, fucked. Sofiane pulled out, finishing on the hoodie guy’s stomach. Silence hit, broken by heavy breathing. The thugs lit cigs, smirking. “Not bad, huh?” Karim said. The subs nodded, dazed, and stumbled out, leaving a trashed room behind. Karim slapped Sofiane’s shoulder. “Good night, bro. Round two soon?” Sofiane chuckled. “Fuck yeah.” They swaggered off, ready for the next score.