Sex stories

There were five of us: Toufik, Billal, Nordine, and me—Kader. Arabs from Algeria, we all looked alike: stocky builds, slightly muscular, thick black beards.

We were always together, working the same markets around Paris, seeing each other almost every day.

When we were younger, back home, we used to go to the hammam together every Saturday.

One day, wrapped in towels, we realized something we all had in common—something unusual. We were all seriously well-endowed.

One time, just for fun (still at the hammam), we decided to measure.

Toufik said:
— “I brought a ruler, but if we want accurate results, we need to get hard.”

So there we were, in the steam-filled sauna, starting to jerk off to get fully hard.

We were determined to measure properly.

We got hard quickly. Athem started stroking mine naturally, without me stopping him. Then I grabbed Nordine’s—the thickest of all.

We all jerked each other off, in a kind of brotherhood that didn’t fully cross into open homosexuality.

Back home, this kind of thing exists quietly—guys helping each other out, cousins sharing beds and touching each other at night. It’s something that happens but isn’t talked about.

Then marriage and family life come, and everything gets buried.

After 15 minutes, we were all fully hard.

Toufik pulled out the ruler. The numbers came in:
Billal: 26
Me: 24
Others: 24, 25…
Nordine—the most impressive—almost 28 by 9… insane.

We finished together, all cumming at the same time.

Through the steam, I noticed someone watching—a guy leaning against the wall. Everyone knew him, the type who secretly sucks guys.

We left after finishing—except Nordine, still sitting there holding his “monster.”

I came back 10 minutes later—I had forgotten my towel.

And there I saw Nordine getting sucked hard by that same guy.

I laughed, he laughed too.

I told him:
— “Enjoy it, bro.”