Sex stories

Hi, I'm Pierre, a 33-year-old French white twink. Pretty athletic body and only active, until I met Mehdi. I met him at an aperitif. He's a work colleague of a friend of mine whom she brought to the bar 3 weeks ago. Mehdi is a gorgeous 23-year-old redhead with a hard-on smile and a lean, hairy body just right. He's shorter than me but more muscular. We quickly hit it off, with a little bro/big bro relationship. We talked about our lives, his new job and even his girlfriend, with whom things seem to be going well. Last week, he came back to the bar with my buddy, and at closing time we decided to go to an open-air concert nearby. After a few sodas, we got pretty chummy. Or at least I did with him. I flirt with him a bit for fun, and then warm up to him to see how he responds. But it's all very good-natured because I know he's straight and he's 10 years younger than me. After a while I tell him I'm going to take a piss and he replies that he needs to too, so we both slip away. I head for the loo but he grabs me by the arm and says, "No, come to the trees. It's too crowded and I'm too horny". I don't think too hard and follow him. He enters the small forest, still holding my arm, and goes deeper. I realize I'm pretty xxx, but he seems to be able to hold his better than I can. At least he knows what he's doing. When we're far enough away that no one can see us, I continue my little game, telling him he can hold my dick so I can piss without putting my down and stuff like that. Then he starts smiling at me with that beautiful smile of his that makes me melt and he blurts out ultra curtly, "Sluts like you are stick-trained back home" and gives me a kiss that almost makes me fall over. I get back to my feet without understanding what has just happened, but I don't have time to regain my composure. Mehdi spits in my face: "I'm not saying anything compared to your buddies, but your little bitch game with me is over. You want to play the guy with me but you've got the wrong guy" At this point he almost s me but I can't figure out what's going on. Between the soda and the surprise I can't react and he takes advantage. He finally lets go and tells me to get on my knees. I start to come to my senses and tell him that I don't understand what's going on and that I'm not going to do anything. But I don't even have time to finish my sentence when he slaps me again with his other hand, even harder than the first. I almost collapse, but I manage to hold on with my hands on the ground, until he pushes me with his foot so that I fall completely on my back. Then he puts his foot on me and looks down at me with an air of power I've never seen before. I've got his TN blocking my head and if I try to move he presses even harder until I xxxe. I finally give up a little and that's when he pulls out his cock and starts emptying himself all over my face. A strong, continuous stream of piss that almost drowns me. A lot enters my mouth and I'm pushed to to soda it. Once finished he allows me to kneel but not stand so he can stay taller than me. "I never want to hear you say no to an order I give you again. You want to play bitch? Then I'll train you like a real bitch". He still had his dick out and my face was right at his level. It was gorgeous, wide and circumcised, with hairy, full balls. A drop of piss that wouldn't fall off was still at the tip of the glans. "Clean my cock," he said calmly. I look at him for a moment, hesitating, but I see his face darken and I take it in my mouth to avoid the next kiss. His soft cock swells quickly in my mouth and fills it easily. He takes possession of my whole head and fucks me harder than I've ever dared to do to another guy. I have tears in my eyes and my nose is running because he's going to fuck so hard. He barely lets me breathe and uses me like this for about ten minutes before pulling out and spitting 4 long jets on my face. He takes my T-shirt to wipe himself and gets dressed. "Now you go home and wash up and wait for me downstairs in my building. I'm going to finish the evening here and you'd better be outside my door when I get back. I'll show you what happens when an old fart gets me too hot. I'll tell your buddies that you're too xxx and that you're home" As I didn't dare answer, he slapped me again, not as hard as the first 2, to tell me to answer when he talks. So I said yes and waited for him to leave before getting up. On the subway ride home, I smelled of piss and shame. But I also realized that I had a boner! In fact, from the moment I saw her TN pressed against my neck, I don't think I stopped getting hard. When I got home, I looked in the mirror. My shirt was stained with piss and sperm and my hair was full of his thick sperm. It got me hard again. I removed his sperm from my hair and licked it clean. I swallowed everything he'd left me, jerking off and thinking about the end of the evening and, above all, what was going to happen at his place later. TO BE FOLLOWED