Gay sex stories & erotic tales

I'm Nayl, 18, and I recently had an unforgettable encounter with Yanis, a tall, muscular Tunisian gymnast. What started as a favor for my lady friend turned into a steamy hookup in the locker room, where I discovered my love for submitting to dominant, hung men

Lucky break — we both get off the bus together, he tells me "follow me", in a tone that leaves no room for argument. We end up in a cellar, he gets pretty bossy, tells me "you're going to be my bitch, on your knees, come suck your master". I work his head but he grabs mine and drills into the back of my throat without mercy. I grip his powerful thighs, his muscular calves, I get drunk on his musky hair, and when he pretends to let my mouth go for a moment so I can breathe, I whisper "more".