Sex stories

Yo what’s good my bros, it’s still Malik, 27.
I had some personal shit going on. I wasn’t really active for a while, but even with all that, I keep telling myself one thing: I still got 20 cm in my pants.

Things weren’t great, I won’t lie. All I did all week was work, sleep, repeat.
No fun, nothing. Even jerking off felt boring, dead, nothing hitting.

One day I log into a chat I usually go on. Same old tired profiles as always.
I’m touching myself live, just checking if maybe I’ll spot a nice little hungry bottom.

That’s when I see him.
Nahil, 22. A small muscular dude with thick lips.
I swear, the second I saw that, I got hard instantly.

No way I’m letting that slide, I DM him right away.

Me: Yo what’s up, you horny like that?
I don’t even have time to fantasize, he replies straight back.

Nahil: I needed you. I want it bad.

He sends me a pic of his fat, juicy mouth.
Even if the mouth’s front and center, you can see him wrecked on his pillow, gripping it tight.

Me: Oh yeah, little slut, let me be your pillow.

I send my hot dick pic, no pressure. I knew he’d love it.

Nahil: Please, where do we meet? I need new bedding.

Me: Come to my place tomorrow, 9 a.m. You’re gonna have plenty to test.

I send him the address.

I wake up an hour early, way too horny, jerking off thinking about him.
I’m hoping it’s not fake. We talked filthy, but honestly nothing surprises me anymore.

I hear knocking. I know it’s him.
I open the door in my boxers.

He walks in, closes the door, and throws himself on me right away.
Didn’t even know what to do.

Nahil: Nothing. I need you.

That little bastard starts licking my body hard, slow though, like he’s tasting me.
At some point I stop him.

Me: You’re cute, but I want real shit.

I pull my boxers down. 20 cm right in his face.
He smirks before dropping down to suck me.

He tries talking but all I hear is my dick slapping inside his mouth.
This slut knows what he’s doing.

Me: Keep going, little bitch.

He doesn’t stop. I’m almost embarrassed to even touch him.
I grab his hair, shove him deeper, make him choke.

Me: Swallow it, little slut!

He does it so good I’m already about to explode.
I don’t even warn him — he takes everything with his mouth.

I moan loud.
That fucker did the impossible.

At some point he stays glued to my dick too long, I have to pull him off, like my cock turned into a pacifier.

Me: You only got your mouth to show me?

Nahil: No, I got better.

He starts turning around, I see his ass bouncing behind him.
I don’t even talk — I fuck him right away.

He doesn’t even moan. I’m the one making noise.

Me: What you waiting for, bitch?

I fuck him while grabbing his face with my other hand.
I want to break more than just his ass.

The room’s almost soundproof, you hear every slap of my dick inside him.

Me: Come on bitch, don’t hold back, I know you love it.

I knead, bite his ass to make him react.
His ass is bright red, even with his tan skin.

His body talks for him — and that’s hot as fuck to watch.

Me: Swallow this. Now.

I dump it inside him.
Nahil lets out small noises, but his whole body is shaking with pleasure.

Honestly, I never knew why he was so quiet.

He left. I never fucked him again after that.

Now once a week he sends me pics of his hole or videos of him moaning:
“Malik, I need you please…”

Being the nice guy I am, I always send him his little pacifier,
and every time he replies with a cold “thank you.”

But I know he’s enjoying it.

We also talk normal sometimes. He always starts the convo, asking deep philosophical shit.
I swear it actually helps my mental state, talking to someone, even if it’s weird.

And I put up with all that because I know one day soon
he’s gonna crack and come back to suck his pacifier again.