Sex stories

Wesh bro — it’s Malik again, 27, lean Arab top with a solid 8 inches always ready for whoever wants it.

Not far from where I live, there’s a little village that organizes weekend events. A colleague at work mentioned a festival happening that Saturday. I wasn’t really planning to go, but the sun was out, I had nothing to do, so I figured why not check it out.

It was a typical local fest: running around, food stands, music, people everywhere. I ran into my colleague, grabbed a few with him and his friends. That’s when I spotted him — a cute little twink with a perfect ass in track pants, light muscle, a pretty face, lips begging to wrap around my dick.

I could tell he was eyeing me back. Game on.

My colleague got called to help with an activity. His friends spread out. The twink offered to show me around the village. I said yes right away. While walking, I told him he looked fit — athletic, sporty. He smiled, said thanks. He does football, running, and a bit of gym.

I asked if he had a lady. He blushed a little and said no, glancing down at my bulge. Then he asked me the same. I slid a hand on his ass and said: “Nah… nobody. I miss it.”

He jumped a bit, then whispered: “Everyone knows me here. If you want, we can go somewhere quieter. There’s a forest where I run sometimes. No one goes there.” He told me to wait ten minutes before following him.

I some time with my buddy, pretending to care about the party while all I could think about was that tight ass. Then I slipped away toward the woods.

About a hundred meters in, there was a little clearing with a fallen tree trunk — and the twink sitting on it, waiting.

I palmed my bulge as I walked up. He stood, got on his knees, grabbed my jeans, popped the button, pulled down the zipper, and freed my dick. He inhaled it like it was oxygen, rubbed it against his face, and started sucking me like a hungry slut.

Damn, he knew what he was doing — one hand massaging my balls, the other sliding under my T-shirt to stroke my chest. I grabbed his hair, started thrusting deeper. He kissed a bit but held on, eyes watering, drool dripping down his chin, still stroking his hard dick.

After a while, I pulled him off.
Me: “Show me that ass. I wanna fuck you.”

He stood up, turned around, bent over the trunk, and arched his back. That ass was smooth, tight, begging for it. I smacked it a few times, spat in the , fingered him slowly. He moaned, opened up, let me work him with two fingers.

When he was warm, stretched, and lubed with spit, I lined up my cock at his hole. He gripped the trunk, braced himself, whispered, “Yeah… I want it.”

I pushed in slowly. His tight hole gave way, and my cock slid deep inside. I grabbed his hips and started fucking him gently, letting him adjust. When he began moaning louder, I asked:
Me: “You like that, huh?”
Him: “Oh yeah… fuck me.”

That was all I needed. I went harder, deeper, faster. My balls slapped against him with each thrust. He moaned, jerked his cock, begging for more.

We fucked like mad men in the woods. At one point, his moans went higher, and he shot four thick ropes into the grass. His hole clenched hard around me, and that sent me over the edge. I buried my cock deep, grunted, and filled him with my load.

We fixed ourselves up, walked back to the village. I rejoined my buddy. The twink showed up a bit later, smiling. I bought a round of coca cola. He gave me a cheeky wink, and I grinned back.

Twenty minutes later, I was heading home with empty balls. Not bad for a village festival.