Sex stories

Yo, it’s Malik again, 27, lean and jacked, always packing 20cm for whoever’s down. Hit me up, we might work something out. My old man runs a restaurant, and I used to wait tables for him, but he’s a tough boss, so we butted heads a lot. I got another gig, and he had to find someone else. He hired a xxx quick—Lucas, 18, fresh out of university, broke but hustling, good enough for a trial run on evenings. Never met the xxx, but one day my daddy asks me to help out ‘cause they’re slammed with reservations. Two servers would make it chill, so I said yeah for one night.

Lucas caught my eye right away—a hot little blond twink, slim, tight ass hugged by his jeans, cute smile, fine face, blue eyes that pop, lips I’d love to see wrapped around my cock. We didn’t chat much; my daddy was on fire, splitting us between the restaurant and terrace. We were nonstop, just crossing paths all night. End of the shift, I’m clearing the last tables, and Lucas is out back in the courtyard on his phone, ass to me. That tight butt had me staring, so I sneak closer and peep his screen—bam, he’s on that gay hookup app all you sluts use! Instant boner. I check the kitchen to make sure my daddy’s busy, then slide up, kiss his ass, making him jump. He tries to hide his phone, but I rub my bulge against his ass and whisper, “So you’re looking for some late-night fun, huh? Bet you’re craving cock.” He relaxes, turns his head, arches his ass. I add, “I live two streets over, wanna get fucked?” He just smiles, I wink.

Fifteen minutes later, we’re out, him walking ahead, me eyeing his ass, picturing pounding it. Couldn’t wait—twice I pinned him against a wall and a car, touching and making out. Despite his straight-twink vibe, I clocked the little slut in him, he was down. At my place, he hits the shower quick. I grab a soda, head to my room, strip, and lie on the bed. He comes in, nearly naked, still in his briefs. I rip them off, too horny to play nice. I bring my cock to his pretty mouth, he grabs it, parts his lips, and my tip slides into his warm, wet mouth. His hand moves to my balls, and he starts sucking, locking his submissive blue eyes on my alpha black ones. Dude gives a lover blowjob, mixing deep throats with slow and fast pumps—he knows his dick.

I flip him to all fours, eat and finger his hole. He’s moaning louder, his tight slit opening and getting wet. He begs for my cock: “Come on, fuck me!” I tease him, “Oh, you want this dick? Beg for it.” He obeys, screaming for me to fuck him. I take him doggy, sliding in hard. He’s tight, but I push my 20cm in, hitting deep. I’m tweaking his nipples, kissing his neck, and he’s purring like crazy. I give him sharp, powerful thrusts, slow at first, then faster, harder. I grab his hips, pounding away—my balls are slapping his ass loud. I don’t hold back. At one point, he yells, cums on the bed without touching himself, his ass clenching my cock. That sends me over, I thrust deep, unloading thick shots inside him. I pull out slow, my cock glistening. He turns, cleans it with his mouth, and licks up his own cum—no waste. He gets up, slides that tight ass back in his jeans. I walk him to the door, hand on his butt, and say, “Whenever you want, I’ll fuck you again.” He grins, “See you soon then, that was fire.” Since that night, trust me, he’s been back, and his ass ain’t so tight anymore.