Sex stories

Moussa, Karim’s best friend, starts to realize his bro has been acting weird lately. Usually, Karim is always there to hang out, a , or talk about the chicks from the neighborhood. But now, there's nothing. Karim avoids him, half-answers messages, and when he is around, his head is somewhere else, as if he's hiding something. Moussa, with his tenacious guy’s gut, immediately thinks: "That motherfucker has a girlfriend, for sure." He imagines a really hot babe, one who turns heads, and that pisses him off a little. "Why won't that tell me anything?" he mutters while puffing on his cigarette, sitting on a bench near the soccer field.

One day, after class, Moussa is walking back to the housing project. He walks behind the train station, and then, bam, he comes across something that turns him upside down. Karim is there, in a corner, talking in a low voice with Théo, the quiet little guy with glasses who always hangs out with his books. The two are close, too close, like Karim has his hand on Théo's shoulder, and he’s laughing as if they were the only two people in the world. Moussa freezes. His brain bugs out. "What the hell is this?" he thinks, staying behind a wall.

Karim catches a movement out of the corner of his eye and turns his head. When he sees Moussa, his face changes instantly. Pure, raw panic. He pushes Théo away with a sharp shove, like he’s ejecting him. "Get out of here, you! I told you not to stick to me!" he blurts out, his voice trembling but dominant. Théo, shocked, looks at him with wide eyes, his mouth open, unable to respond. He stammers something like, "But… Karim…," but Karim cuts him off directly: "Get lost, I said!" Théo, all red-faced, lowers his head and gets out of there fast, his fists clenched.

Moussa, still in the shadows, gets it all but says nothing. He can see that Karim is in a panic, like he was just caught in the act. "Who was that guy?" he asks as he approaches his friend. "Nobody, just a little gay who was asking me if I sold ," Karim replies. "I told him I wasn't into that." Moussa decides to stop asking questions immediately.

That evening, in his room, Karim isn't calm. He’s super stressed and is still pissed off about what happened that afternoon. While his parents, bro, and sister are in bed, he mulls it over and knows he's not going to rest well. He needs to release the tension. He grabs his computer and his AirPods and starts watching porn on [suspicious link removed]. He pulls his dick out of his boxers, spits on his hand, and starts to wank. In his head flash images of the porn movie he’s watching, but also flashes of him and Théo from earlier. Lying on his bed with his legs spread, he frantically jerks off for 5 minutes before ently ejaculating on the screen.

The next day in class, Théo tries to look at Karim, but the latter completely ignores him, as if he doesn't exist. That tears Théo up. He feels anger building, mixed with a heat and intensity he doesn't really like to admit. Karim, meanwhile, acts detached, surrounded by his friends, talking about soccer and dickshit, but deep down, he's hurting. He freaked out yesterday. If Moussa finds out he likes guys, it’s over. In the hood, they don't forgive that. He keeps telling himself that he has to cut ties with Théo, at least in public, to avoid the shame.

But the weekend arrives, and Karim has a messed up head. He needs to bust a nut, to release the pressure again. He thinks about Théo, about his gentle gaze, about his little ass that he loves to take apart. He fights it for two minutes, then gives in. He grabs his phone and calls Théo, who answers after three rings, his voice cold. "What do you want?" he says, pissed off.

Karim, true to form, acts like a confident guy: "Come over tonight, to the abandoned parking lot, we’re gonna talk." Théo hesitates. He’s super angry, but there's still that thing that pulls him towards Karim, that mix of desire and desire. "Are you serious right now? After you threw me away like a piece of garbage?" he says. Karim, a little embarrassed, but still in his thug role: "Come on, don't be a pussy, just come." Théo finally gives in, but he swears to himself that this time, he’s not going to let himself be pushed around.

He arrives at the underground parking lot where a few neon lights are still flickering. Karim is there, leaning against a wall, in gray sweatpants, his hood up, his thug smile firmly in place. "You came, that’s good," he says, approaching him directly. He puts a hand on the back of Théo’s neck, ready to French kiss him, but Théo pushes him away with a sudden shove. "No, wait, Karim. I'm not your toy!" he says, his voice trembling but firm. Karim frowns, not used to Théo standing up to him. "What’s your deal?" Théo, fueled by his anger, continues: "What did you think? That you could throw me away in front of your friend and then call me so I can suck you or you can fuck me? I'm not your bitch!"

The atmosphere is tense, like it could erupt at any second. Karim wants to start a fight with him but thinks better of it. He wants to fuck and doesn't want to ruin the opportunity. He swallows his pride and looks down for a second, then looks back up. "I messed up, OK? I freaked out because of my friend Moussa. I don’t want the hood to know about… about us." Théo stares at him, his fists still clenched. "And what about me, huh? I have to hide who I am for your sake? I like you, Karim, but I'm not going to let myself be ashamed every time you’re afraid of being caught."

For once, Karim doesn’t know what to say. He approaches Théo slowly to kiss him. Despite his anger, Théo knows it’s time to give in. He’s starting to know Karim and knows he won't get any more apologies and that this is his way of saying sorry. The air is heavy, filled with humidity and tension. Karim, his eyes shining with a mix of desire and stress, makes out with Théo, then, with a quick movement, pulls down his gray sweatpants, revealing his big, hard, circumcised dick, ready for action. Théo, still shaken by their exchange, looks at him, torn between his anger and that damned attraction that makes him give in every time. He, too, really wants to get fucked.

Without wasting any time, Karim approaches, grabs Théo by the hips, and lifts him up. "Hold on," he murmurs, his voice hoarse, as he slams him against a concrete pillar. Théo, his legs trembling, grips onto Karim’s muscular shoulders, his heart pounding a hundred miles an hour. Karim, with a confident motion, positions Théo to sit on his dick. He spits in his hand, lubricates his dickhead and Théo’s hole, then thrusts, without much gentleness. Théo lets out a muffled scream, a mix of heat and intensity and pleasure that echoes in the silence of the parking lot. Karim immediately slams his hand over Théo's mouth, his fingers tight to muffle his screams. "Shut the fuck up, don't make a sound," he growls, his eyes scanning the surroundings, freaking out that a guy from the neighborhood or a cop might pass by.

The desire of being caught makes him even more hard; his thrusts are rude, messy, but he loves it. Théo clings to Karim's neck, his body shaking with every movement. The neon lights flicker, casting shadows on their sweaty bodies. For ten minutes, it's a crazy trip. Karim destroys Théo, alternating between powerful thrusts and moments where he slows down, as if he wants to make the pleasure last. Théo, despite the initial heat and intensity, starts to like it, his moans muffled by Karim’s hand. He feels the heat rising, his own pleasure climbing despite the cold concrete against his back.


Karim, for his part, is all in, his breath hoarse, his muscles tense. He whispers things like "You’re mine, Théo," between two groans, and Théo, lost in the high, can’t help but nod. When Karim feels he’s about to cum, he accelerates, his hands gripping Théo’s butt even tighter. He keeps his hand over Théo’s mouth for a second to growl: "Don't open your mouth, OK?" Then, with one last thrust, he comes inside Théo, a deep groan escaping from his throat. Théo, out of breath, feels the heat invade his ass, and trembles, both exhausted and electrified.

Karim puts him down gently, but stays close to him, their heavy breathing filling the silence. Théo, still a mess, catches his breath, his jeans half-down, his cheeks red. He stares at Karim, and suddenly, the anger returns. "Swear to me, Karim," he says, his voice broken but determined. "Swear to me that you’ll never do what you did in front of your friend again. Don't ever throw me away like a piece of dick again?" Karim, still panting, looks him in the eyes and nods, seriously. "I swear to you, Théo. I won't be an idiot." Théo, suspicious but wanting to believe him, just nods. They stay there, in the parking lot, two lost guys who know that their story isn't going to be simple, but who can't stop themselves from continuing.