Sex stories

I had replied to an ad from a fit top looking for something intense. I left my number. A few days later, I got a call one morning:

— Yo man, wanna come run with me?
— Hey… who’s this?
— Malik. You replied to my ad. I’m a hot athletic guy. You down?
— Hell yeah.
— Meet me at Philippe Marcombre Stadium in 30 minutes. I’ll be wearing a T-shirt with "Senegal" on it. Come in sportswear.
— Alright, I’m on my way.

I put on my tight beige push-up leggings, a black thong underneath, a tight black T-shirt, and a short sporty jacket. One last look in the mirror — you can see the thong line. Hot. I head out.

At the stadium, I spot him running laps — tall, fit, around 5’11”, 27 years old, Black, ripped. I jog up to him.

— You Malik?
— Yeah. You the guy looking to work out?
— Yep.

We run a few laps. Then he tells me to run ahead — he wants to check out my ass. I feel his eyes all over me.

After a while, he stops and says:

— You've got a serious ass. I live right next door. Want something to soda?
— Sure.

We head to his studio. He hands me water and offers a shower. He takes one too. Then he walks out of the bathroom naked, cock semi-hard.

— Wanna keep working out?
— Hell yeah.

He walks up, cock out, and presses it against my lips. I drop to my knees and start sucking. His dick gets massive — thick, veiny, dark, and hot. Malik grabs my head, starts face-fucking gently.

— You love this, huh? Say it.
— I fucking love it. I’m here for this.
— You’re mine now.

He pulls me onto the bed, spreads me open, eats my ass like he’s starving. I’m moaning, gripping the sheets. Then he spits in his hand, strokes his dick, and looks at me.

— You ready for this cock?
— Yeah. Take me.

He slides in slowly. I let out a cry — not pain, just pure release. He builds up the rhythm, then starts fucking me hard. I take every inch, every thrust. He pounds me like he owns me.

— You got a fuckable ass, boy. I’m gonna fill you up.

And I want that. I want all of them. After I suck him clean, someone knocks on the door.

— My boys. They’re chill — they know why you’re here.

He keeps me on my knees as two other Black dudes walk in. Big, thick dicks already out. They look at me and grin.

— So, you ready to take more cock?
— Hell yes. Use me.

I suck both of them, one after the other, while Malik holds my head. Then one fucks me while I blow the other. We switch. I lose count of how many times I get filled. They talk dirty. They dominate. And I love every second of it.

I get used, filled, wrecked. And I’ve never felt more alive.

Before I leave, Malik says:

— Saturday night, we’re throwing a party. I’ll pick you up.
— Fuck yes.

That’s how I became their fuck buddy. No regrets.