Sex stories

So, I’m eyeing this tall stud—6 foot, rebeu lad vibes, rocking a grey Lacoste tracksuit, crisp white TNs, and socks peeking out. I’m in the same Lacoste tracksuit, my TNs a bit worn, matching his drip. At the train station exit, he calls out, “Yo, mate, nice tracksuit!” I turn, he strolls up with a wink. I say it’s wild we’ve got the same one—mine’s years old, hard to find now. We chat tracksuits and TNs, and as we leave the station, he suggests grabbing a soda. My hotel’s nearby, so I’m down.

We keep talking gear, and to test if he’s a fetish freak, I ask about his socks. “Kiffeurs Corporation,” he says. I flash my Sk8erboy pair—he’s instantly into it: “Fuck, those are dope!” Then he drops it straight: “Look, if you’re up for it, I live close—wanna do a kinky hookup?” I’m in, no hesitation, and on the walk to his place, I’m rock-hard already. At his crib, the hallway’s lined with ten pairs of TNs. He takes me to his room, pulls out his socks—some properly filthy—and we crash on the bed. We start touching right away; I drop to his feet. His TNs smell fresh, but when I peel off his left sock, a hardcore stench hits me: dirty socks, stained with dried cum. I’m on fire—licking, sniffing, losing it—while he’s loving every second.

I blurt out, “Fuck me, I’m too horny!” He strips naked, keeps his socks on, and while I do the same, he grabs a rank pair of Pumas and a bottle of popss from his wardrobe. I take a hit—heat slams me hard. He laughs, “With this, I won’t even need to finger you—you’ll be wide open in no time.” And fuck, he’s right. He slicks some lube, and without prep, he shoves his cock in—I barely clocked it before. It’s big, but the popss have me so loose it slides right in. He sniffs some too, and bam—he turns feral. He tears my ass apart, insane, like no one’s ever done. Five minutes in, he pulls out, jams it in my mouth. I finally see it: 20 cm, thick as hell, a man I just took raw.

I deep-throat it, he moans, then yanks it out to kiss my ass again. We hit the popss together, and it’s on. He fucks me hard, I’m whimpering like a slut, he’s grunting like a man. In a total frenzy, we both blow: me on my chest, hands-free, and him deep in my ass, flooding me with hot cum. He collapses next to me, panting. “You’re a damn good kinky fuck.” I grin, still dazed, his load leaking out. We a cig after, and I limp back to my hotel, ass fucked and head spinning from that insane hookup.