Sex stories

I stand up and move closer to suck him. I kneel in front of him, face to face with that massive cock. I can feel dozens of eyes on me. But I’m not embarrassed. Everyone is here for this… and I chose to be here too. I embrace it. I feel submissive—and proud of it.

I start sucking him slowly, taking my time. Every now and then, he slaps my face with his cock—sharp, brutal hits that echo through me. It turns me on even more. I stroke myself while I suck him, completely lost in the moment. He keeps going, relentless, hitting me again and again with that thick shaft. Feels like he might break my nose… but I love it.

I keep going for a solid twenty minutes. Overwhelmed, I moan and end up cumming on the ground while jerking off. I get up, a bit dizzy, and head back to my car.

The night goes on. He continues his ritual. Calling guys, picking them, making them kneel. I stay there, watching for hours. Men lining up, taking turns, all willing, all drawn to that raw energy.

It’s late. Around 3 a.m. When is this going to end? When will he finally cum?

Then it builds. Around ten guys gather around him. The final moment. They push in, tongues overlapping, everyone trying to get a spot. Some complain, others push harder. Those who can’t reach him turn to others, keeping the tension alive.

Suddenly, he starts stroking harder. Everyone knows. It’s happening.

They close in, arms over each other’s shoulders, like a pack. A raw cry cuts through the night. He releases—powerful bursts hitting the men who chose to be there, ready for it. They look at each other, kiss, share the moment, still charged.

Then just like that, he pulls his pants up, tucks himself away, and disappears into the dark.

The others stay a few seconds. Breathing hard, covered in sweat, spit… and what just happened. Then they all leave, one by one.

I stay alone in my car. The parking lot is empty, lit by a cold light. But something is still there.

His presence.