Sex stories

One week later, I can’t stop thinking about that night… that parking lot… that insane dick, the cops… At night, when I close my eyes, I see the whole scene again. I see those guys dropping to their knees all over the parking lot. I see those two hungry street dudes going crazy on that massive cock. I even talk about it with my boy, and he tells me to move on…

But obviously, I wanna go back there so bad. Problem is, the parking lot is closed for safety reasons (flooding).

One week later, in the subway, I spot a guy… kinda tall, slim… wearing a turquoise tracksuit, with a serious bulge where it matters. Is that him?… yeah, that’s him. Same worn-out Adidas as in the parking lot. Same build, same tracksuit, everything… it has to be him.

I watch him… study his face. North African guy, light skin. Not really handsome, not ugly either… but there’s something about him. Those small black eyes… they give you chills.

I go straight up to him (what am I scared of? it’s not Nosferatu…).
“Hey… you the king of the parking lot?”
“King of what?”
“The guy from the Rosny parking lot.”

His answer is direct:
“Yeah. That’s me.”

“You down to meet in private?”

He looks at me and goes:
“You gotta do like the other guys. Go there, get on your knees… you saw how it works.”

I laugh:
“Wait… what are you, some kind of guru?”
“Yeah… in a way.”

“You making money off that?”
“No.”

“Then why you do it?”
“First… to get my dick sucked.”

“And then?”

He stares straight into my eyes with those creepy little black eyes and says, calm and clear:
“BECAUSE I AM THE MASTER.”

Then he gets off the subway.

After that, I get hooked on this guy. I go back to the parking lot (it reopened) around midnight. There were more and more followers… old, young… even some old dude (poor guy) getting on his knees like the ritual demands.

But our guru with the massive dick always picked good-looking guys… sometimes three at once. Three guys on that huge cock (honestly, there was room for four with that thing).

One night, I step out of my car, get on my knees like the others (you don’t try, you don’t get anything… I’m done just watching). Then the sex god shows up.

And suddenly… he points straight at me.

In my head, I’m like: bro, after what’s about to happen… you can die, it’s all good.

BECAUSE THAT BIG ARAB DICK IS WHAT’S DRIVING MY LIFE