Sex stories

I know this crazy Kabyle guy, his name is Idriss, and he decided to become an interior decorator… I was laughing hard, because he had done pretty much every job: construction worker, plumber, bouncer, cashier, even nanny before that.

Me, I was a young Moroccan guy, kind of classy, working in a snobbish real estate agency in the 16th district, stable, well integrated — the complete opposite of him.

I met Idriss during a training course when I was very young, some telemarketing thing. One day I go take a piss, I run into him at the urinal:
— “You good?”
— “Yeah, fed up with this place” (already unstable back then)

Then out of curiosity (I’m a bit bi on the side), I check his dick over my shoulder: HUGE...

Seeing me staring, he laughs and says:
“Yeah bro, that’s a big Tizi Ouzou specimen, straight out of Kabylie!”

Huge? Yeah, massive.

I kinda knew he was packing because I’d seen him in shorts that summer (big bulge), but not like that...

Later at a café, I tell him:
“I’ve got something for you. A client of our agency — rich daddy’s boy — he’s looking for a master of ceremony for themed parties.”

— “What kind of bullshit is that? I’m a DECORATOR!”
— “Yeah but you can pitch your services for his house too…”
— “You serious??”
— “Yes.”

Three weeks later, no news from him at all. Didn’t even reply to messages… disappeared.

Then one day, Bertrand de Saint-Didier calls me:
“Hello Mourad… I just wanted to tell you how satisfied we are with the young man you sent us. He is FAN.TAS.TIC.”

I quickly understood what kind of “services” they were enjoying…

He invites me to their next party.

I show up Saturday.

I get in, go upstairs…

And what I see is insane.

A huge bed in the middle of a luxurious room, Idriss lying there like a king, being serviced by about ten well-bred young guys. His size was driving them crazy, they were all over him, while he dominated the whole scene.

He sees me and says:
“Ah you made it — come on bro, join in, I need backup with these sluts…”

No hesitation, I get undressed, already hard, and Saint-Didier drops to his knees on me instantly…

And the rest of the night, we were two running the show.

I laugh and tell Idriss:
“So bro… how’s the decoration business going?”

He laughs hard, we slap hands while they keep going.