Sex stories

Waking up this morning, I see a text from my man telling me to go drain his buddy’s balls at 9 a.m. I’m not super pumped at first, but I love being his little bitch, so I’m down, hyped to please him. I chug my coffee, shower, and do an in case my mouth ain’t enough. I throw on just a pair of shorts—fuck, it’s already hot. I get to the guy’s place, suck him off right away, going deep. He wants to fuck me, and I’m all in. He gets off, unloading in my tight hole. I bounce and text my man: “Done.”

On my way out, I realize it’s market day. I decide to check it out. Strolling through the aisles, I spot a clothing stall with some dope shorts. I’m checking them out when I hear, “They’re cool, but heads up, they run small. What size you got?” I turn around and see a fucking hot rebeu with a lover smile. My dick jumps in my shorts—no boxers to hold it back. “Uh… M or L, too bad there’s no fitting room!” “If you ain’t too shy to strip to your boxers, I can let you try ‘em behind the stall, between our van’s doors.” “Cool, I’m down.” Then I remember I’m only wearing shorts, but whatever… He takes me back there, it’s private. I turn my back, drop my shorts, and try the smallest pair. “Yeah, these are tight as fuck! My ass can’t even fit! Lemme try the other.” He laughs, hands me the L. It’s better but hugs my thighs, ass, and hard-on tight. “Wanna try an XL to compare?” “Yeah, sure.” I strip again. He comes back with the shorts. I try ‘em, but I’m not feeling it. I turn to show him. He’s standing there, dick out, rock hard. I step up, drop to my knees, and suck his fat cock. He fucks my mouth. He pulls me up, kisses me hard, grabs my ass. I turn around, drop my shorts, and say, “Go for it, fuck me.” He presses his head against my hole, still slick from the other guy’s cum. He slides in and pounds me. I let out some moans. Someone bangs on the van. “Yo, bro, I’ll be there in two!” He speeds up and cums in my ass. “Stay put, I’ll be back.” Damn, his dick was unreal, I’m catching my breath. I hear voices but can’t make ‘em out. Hands grab my hips. My vendor wants round two? A cock slides in me. I moan. It’s thicker than before. I turn my head—it’s not my vendor, it’s some other dude, probably his buddy or coworker. I’m into it, I say, “Keep going!” He grins and rails my ass for a solid five minutes before dumping his load deep in my hole. He zips up and heads back out. I do the same. “So, which one you like?” “The shorts or the vendors?” We up. In the end, I score a free pair of shorts and the cum of two hung rebeu studs. Gotta tell my man about this!