Sex stories

I was in Bordeaux for a business trip this weekend. Rented a small apartment in a rougher neighborhood — hoping for more than meetings. Got in around 5:30 PM. Settled in. Opened the apps. I needed cock. And I had all weekend.

Not easy to get picked when you're 50+, tall, chubby, grey-bearded, smooth, and fully passive — especially when you're into dominant Black or Arab guys.

Past midnight, finally two guys respond almost at once. Both want discretion. No way I can host them together. I arrange them back to back. First one comes, second one waits.

Around 12:30 AM, a young Pakistani guy shows up. Around 30. Quiet smile. Doesn’t want to fuck — just get sucked. Perfect.

We kiss. He takes control fast. Pulls his cock out — not huge, but solid and hard. Pushes my head down. I drop to my knees and start sucking.

He guides me. Corrects me with his hand. Makes me lick his balls, worship them. Strips down. I do the same. I’m fully on my knees, fully his.

He stands, slides his cock deep down my throat. Deeper. I take it. I let him use me. And suddenly, he releases a stream of warmth in my mouth. I didn’t expect it. I look up.
— That’s what you wanted, right?

I don’t answer — just moan softly, mouth full. And I swallow. He lies back down. I keep sucking. His cock stays hard. He cums soon after, quiet and controlled. Not a big load, but long. I stay on him until he softens. He gets dressed, tosses a “Good job, cocksucker,” and walks out.

I check my phone. The second guy is ready. I ask for 10 more minutes. Quick rinse. Deep breath.

A message hits:
— You ready, bitch? Open the door naked. I want to see all of you.

He’s here.

I open the door stark naked. A slim Moroccan student, maybe 25, stands there, cocky and confident. He checks me out, grabs my balls hard and pulls me inside. I struggle to close the door as he yanks my package. Painful. But I love it. He knows. I told him. He squeezes, then kisses me deep.

Not dominant — just in control.

He gets me on my knees. I undo his shorts. He’s commando. Big cock, long and thick. Hair trimmed, big balls, and a sexy treasure trail.

He puts it in my mouth. Keeps his hand behind my head. It grows inside me. He owns my throat. I , xxxe, swallow. He changes position, sits on the couch, shirt off. Flat chest, hard nipples, tight stomach. He skullfucks me for a good 15 minutes.

Then he stands. Bends me over the couch. Grabs the lube from the table, strokes his cock, hands me the popss. I inhale, and he slides in — slowly, but deep. No feelings. No pause.

He holds my hips. Fucks me firmly, precisely, deep. Every thrust hits my prostate. I moan. He groans. He cums quietly, buried deep.

We shower. I clean myself. He filled me good. When I return, he kisses me again… and fucks me again. Same power. Same control. But now, he speaks.

— I’d stay buried inside you all night if I could.

When he pulls out, his load leaks down my thighs. I taste it. Delicious.

We chat a bit. He has to go — exams tomorrow.
— If I didn’t have university, I’d be balls-deep in you till sunrise.

One last kiss. He leaves.

I’m drained. And so, so satisfied.