Sex stories

I’m in Ivory Coast, and there’s this dude I chat with a lot. Always in sweats, his fat cock bulging through. I’d tease him like, “Man, you gotta be packing something huge.” I usually don’t hook up where I live, but fuck, I needed to taste that dick. One night, we’re talking, and I tell him to swing by. He’s hesitant but says fuck it, he’s down.

He shows up, chills on my bed. I throw some porn on my phone to set the vibe. While he’s watching, I start rubbing his cock through his sweats. He doesn’t flinch, just smirks. I go, “Yo, keep going or nah?” He’s like, “Do your thing, man.” I pull it out, and holy shit, it’s fucking massive. “Dude, you’re hung like a bull,” I say. He laughs, and I get to work: sloppy, wet blowjob, loving every inch.

I strip naked, try to ride his cock, but it’s too damn big, I’m struggling. He’s like, “Chill, take it slow, you’ll get there.” I push through, and once it’s in, I let my hole adjust. Then I go wild, riding him while he’s sucking my nipples, fucking heaven. He flips me up, pounds me doggy-style, hard but controlled, and nuts deep. Guess what? Dude’s still rock-hard, ready for round two, but I’m wrecked, ass stretched wide.

That night was insane. He came back a bunch after, but that’s another story.