Sex stories

My name’s Alex. I’m a slim guy who’s totally obsessed with hairy Arab thugs, especially when they smell like sweat and dominate me rough. Nothing gets me harder than sniffing their soaked armpits and getting fucked deep by a thick, alpha cock.

I’m at the gym, the air thick with the scent of iron and sweat. Karim, a jacked beur, finishes his dips—his arms pumped, glistening. His gray tank top is to his chest, soaked through, and under his raised arms, his dark hairy pits shine with fresh sweat.

That salty, raw scent hits me hard. I’m already turned on just breathing it in.

I’m on a bench with a dumbbell in hand, pretending to work out. But really, I’m staring—glued to his pits every time he wipes his forehead or checks his phone. The sweat drips, the manly smell rolls over me in waves, and I’m rock hard.

He catches me looking, smirks, and barks:
"What the fuck you staring at?"

I stammer, embarrassed, but he walks up, chest out, and leans in:
"Come over tonight. We’ll have some fun."

My heart pounds. This is going to be hot.

I get to Karim’s place. The place is a mess—but who cares. He’s on the couch, shirtless, wearing tight shorts hugging his thick thighs. He’s fresh out of the gym, his skin still wet with sweat, and his hairy armpits are pumping out that scent I crave—strong, salty, 100% male.

I’m kneeling in front of him, shirtless, breathing heavy, ready to worship.
"Lift your arms," I say, voice shaky.

He chuckles, raises both arms behind his head, and teases:
"Go on, sniff. Treat yourself."

I dive in, bury my face in his soaked armpit, and inhale hard.
The smell of sweat overwhelms me—hot, real, ating. I moan, stick out my tongue, and lick his salty skin. The thick hairs scratch my face while I lap up every drop of sweat.

"You smell fucking amazing," I moan.

Karim grabs the back of my head, pushing me deeper.
"Lick it good. You dreamed about this at the gym, huh?"

I lose myself in it. My face is slick, my nose dripping with his scent. I’m sniffing like an obsessed.

But he wants more.

He gently shoves me back, stands up, and drops his shorts.
His cock is massive: long, thick, veiny, with a bush of dark, wet hair at the base reeking of gym sweat and raw beur scent.
It hangs heavy. The base is soaked.

"Ready to take it?" he growls.

I nod, horny as fuck.

He flips me over, puts me on all fours on the floor. Then he places his bare, sweaty foot on my back to keep me in place. The smell of his toes—strong, salty—hits me again, and I’m gone.

He spits in his hand, spreads my cheeks, and slides his hairy cock deep inside—not rough, but strong.
I moan loud as it fills me, burning me up.

His thick pubes rub my ass with every thrust. He grips my hips and pounds me steady. Every move makes his sweat kiss against me.
He leans down, and I catch that pit smell again as he whispers:
"You like that, huh?"

His balls kiss my hole, heavy with the raw scent of man.
He speeds up. His cock slams me deeper, and I’m moaning like a slut, loving every second.

Suddenly he growls—a deep, primal sound.

"I’m gonna cum," he warns.

He pulls out, flips me onto my back, and starts stroking.
His hairy cock throbs, and then it explodes—thick, hot ropes of cum landing on my chest and neck.
It reeks of pure sperm, salty and sweaty, and it’s all over me.

He stares down, panting, smirking like a boss.

"Clean yourself up," he says, flopping down next to me.

I’m breathless, still dazed, drenched in his scent and cum.

Karim gets up, wipes his dick on a t-shirt lying around, and looks down at me.

"Come back anytime you want more," he laughs.

I grab my stuff, still shaking, his smell clinging to my skin, and walk out, totally fucked by the dominant beur who owned me completely.