Sex stories

Arabs, twinks, slim bodies with round asses like Divino (Citebeur), we were a crew.

We knew exactly what we looked like and what we did to people. We loved going to clubs and saunas, making heads turn and getting guys hard.

Like princesses—and proud of it—we showed off. Like experienced sluts, dirty sex was our game.

It was a competition: whoever was the wildest, the most shameless, earned respect in the group.

One young guy tried to roll with us. Three months in our madness—he couldn’t handle it. Kamel told him straight:
— “You can’t stay if you won’t suck in front of everyone. NEXT.”

Every Monday we met at Tata Burger in Le Marais.

We’d sit there like a council, reviewing our latest hookups.

Houcine, dipping his fries in ketchup, suddenly shouted:
— “WALLAH I SUCKED HIM!!!”

Toufik laughed:
— “STOP LYING, YOU SUCKED YOUR OWN THUMB!!”

People around us were shocked.

One time, there was a construction worker fixing the front of the place.

From his scaffold, he stared at us, confused, almost mocking—like “what the hell are these guys.”

Houcine stood up:
— “I’m going to the bathroom, girls.”

We laughed:
— “You going to suck or get fucked?”
— “Sucking. My specialty.”

We kept talking, completely shameless.

Then Toufik whispered:
— “Look at that Arab guy up there… he’s hard.”

And he was. Big time. You could see it from far away. Even an old woman passing by noticed.

Embarrassed, he climbed down.

We watched, enjoying every second.

— “That’s at least a 24…”
— “Damn… I’d eat that.”

The guy went inside… probably to the bathroom.

15 minutes later, I get a WhatsApp message from Houcine:
— “Yo, that Arab guy from outside is fucking me in the bathroom…”

— “LOL stop lying.”
— “It’s huge.”
— “He’s fucking you right now?”
— “Yeah, I’m texting while taking it… it’s heavy. But leave, he’ll be embarrassed going back to work.”
— “Can you give him our numbers?”
— “Yeah.”