Sex stories

My name’s Matheo, I’m 21 and openly gay. Maxime, also 21, is in my class—blond, muscular, insanely sexy, officially straight. During PE class I couldn’t stop checking him out: his abs, his chest, and especially that massive bulge stretching his boxer.

One day after class, he offered to drive me home. I got in. Total silence. Then he suddenly asked:

“Tell me, Matheo… have you ever fucked a guy?”

I froze.
“No… never.”

He followed with:
“And are you more into fucking… or getting fucked?”

I blush, but I answer:
“I prefer getting fucked.”

He smiles a little, then asks:

“Is it ok if we talk openly about sex? Just honest, between us?”

“Yes. It actually turns me on,” I tell him.

He nods, drives to a quiet spot and parks. Then he looks straight at me:

“I noticed you staring at me in PE… especially at my bulge. Does it really turn you on?”

I breathe and admit:
“Yes. A lot.”

He places his hand over his crotch.
“Do you want to touch it? I’m asking clearly—no pressure.”

“Yes. I want to,” I answer.

“And… do you want to suck it? You can say no, I won’t judge you.”

I look at him, already hard:
“Yes, Maxime. I want to suck it.”

He exhales, hot:
“Good. I needed to hear that.”

I undo his belt, pull down his pants. As I grab his boxer, he gently holds the back of my head:

“Want to feel my dick on your face? If you’re into that, I’ll guide you.”

“Yes… do it.”

He presses my face softly against his thick, sweaty bulge, rubbing it on me.

“Smell it… you like how it’s sweating from PE, don’t you?”

“Yes… I love it.”

I pull down his boxer. His heavy balls and half-hard dick appear right in front of my lips.

“Can I put it in your mouth?” he asks.

“Yes, Maxime… do it.”

He slides it in slowly. I suck him deep for ten minutes, his cock swelling to full size—huge, hard, at least 21 cm. He guides it to the back of my throat, and I take it gladly.

He grabs my hair:

“Is it okay if I pull a little? Only if you like it.”

“Yes… pull on me.”

He removes me from his shaft and says:

“Get in the backseat so I can fuck you—if you really want it.”

“Yes Maxime… I want you to fuck me.”

I get in the back. He enters me slowly, checking on me:

“You good? Can I go deeper?”

“Yes… fuck me.”

Then he pounds me harder, balls slapping my ass, pulling my hair because I told him it turns me on. Twenty minutes later he pulls out, takes my head gently:

“Can I finish in your throat? Do you want it?”

“Yes… give me everything.”

He shoves his thick cock deep and empties his load straight down my throat. I swallow it all.

Back in the front seats, he tells me:

“We keep this between us. And if you want to do it again… just tell me.”

Since then, I still stare at his massive bulge during PE—
and now, when we’re alone, he lets me suck him whenever we want.