Sex stories

I’m Yanis, 32, 5’9”, Arab, pretty hot, working as a freelance nurse. Married to an amazing woman, got two , but since I was young, I’ve been into the dudes from the projects. Their style, tracksuits, caps, that raw masculine vibe—it drives me wild. Never acted on it, though. Right now, I’m doing home visits in a rundown building, soon to be demolished, to care for an older guy on the 4th floor. There’s always a crew of hot guys chilling at the entrance, decked out in tracksuits and caps, eyeing me subtly. I sneak looks back, keeping it low-key.

One day, I roll up for my visit, and the entrance is empty. Weird. The basement door’s cracked open, and I hear murmurs. Curious, I step closer, and Fares, 30, 5’11”, jacked with a lover smile, spots me. “Yo, Yanis, you snooping, huh?” he teases. I blush, stammer, “Nah, just passing through…”

“No stress, man,” he says. “Come chill with us downstairs. You seem like you vibe with us.” I hesitate, but his deep voice and piercing eyes get me going. “Alright, just for a bit,” I say, heart racing. We head to the basement—a gritty spot with an old couch, a table, and three other dudes: Loïc, a 28-year-old mixed-race guy, hot with a laid-back style; Abdel, 32, 6’1”, lean muscle, total stud; and Sofiane, 29, tatted. They greet me, vibe chill.

“We’ve seen you checking us out, Yanis,” Abdel says, smirking. “You into it, right?” I laugh, nervous but turned on. “Yeah, kinda… Y’all are hot, gotta admit.” They up, and Fares asks, “You ever messed around with guys?” I shake my head, honest. “Nah, but… I think about it a lot.”

“Cool, man,” Loïc says. “If you’re down, we can have some fun. You good?” My heart’s pounding, but I nod. “Yeah, I’m in.” Fares steps up, drops his track pants, showing a thick cock. “Wanna try?” he murmurs. “Hell yeah,” I say, and dive in, taking his tip in my mouth. First time, and damn, it’s unreal. His dick’s hot, salty, and I love the slow back-and-forth. “You’re good, man,” Fares groans, guiding me gently.

Loïc moves behind me, rubbing my ass through my jeans. “Damn, that’s a nice ass,” he chuckles. “You ready?” I nod, hyped. He pulls down my pants, spits on his fingers, and starts working me, slow. It’s intense at first, but I relax. “Go for it, Loïc,” I whisper. He lubes up more, slides in gently, filling me. I moan, pleasure kicking in. He goes slow, then picks up, and I’m loving it.

Abdel swaps with Fares, his massive dick in front of me. “You cool, Yanis?” he checks. “Yeah, let’s do it,” I say, and suck him, savoring his taste. Fares takes Loïc’s spot, sliding in with his thick cock. “You liking this, huh?” he growls. I moan, “Fuck yeah, it’s good,” shaking with pleasure. It’s raw, masculine, but always chill. They switch, each one making sure I’m good, and I’m having the time of my life.

After an hour, they circle me for the finish. “Ready for a facial, man?” Abdel asks. “Hell yeah,” I say, pumped. They jerk off, unloading hot jets all over me, dripping, total rush. They toss me a towel, and Fares laughs, “Tomorrow, same time, bro? Get ready.” I grin, out of breath. “Bet.”

We chill on the couch, talking, laughing. I feel like one of the crew. As I leave, I’m already hyped for next time, feeling light.