Sex stories

I kept seeing this cute twink roll into the Marseille sex shop. This time, I followed him in. He grabbed a gay flick and headed downstairs to the video booths to watch it, leaving the door open. I waited five minutes, pushed the door, and there he was, cock in hand, stroking. Fuck, I was losing it. He was rocking fresh pink TN sneakers, the latest model, looking hot as hell. He goes, “Yo, what’s up?” I’m like, “Wanna get sucked?” and drop to my knees, diving right in, sucking his dick. He’s into it, moaning hard while I’m working his shaft, my hands all over his TNs.

He’s chill, letting me do my thing, but says, “Yo, what’s with you, you got a sneaker fetish or what?” I slide my hands into his kicks, feeling his warm feet through his white socks, those TNs beat-up just right. I slip one off, shove my nose in, and start sniffing. He’s getting super turned on, letting me go wild. I keep sucking him off, and he’s like, “Fuck, you’re getting me hard, you bastard. Turn around, I want your ass.” I hop on the booth’s bench, he pulls down my sweats, spits on his cock and my hole for lube, and slides in—a thick, 18cm beast. I’m moaning, loving every inch as he pounds my ass for a solid ten minutes.

He grabs his TN, shoves it in my face, and we’re both going nuts. He’s like, “Shit, I’m gonna blow.” He pulls out, I spin around, and he unloads buckets of cum all over my face, splashing his TN in the process. Meanwhile, my cock’s rock-hard, and I can’t hold back—I shoot my load on the floor, hitting his other TN. He’s like, “Fuck yeah, you bastard. Now lick my kicks.” With cum dripping down my face, I’m lapping up his hot load and loving it. We swap numbers, and he’s like, “Next time, come to my place, I’ll wreck you again.” Hell yeah, I finally found my sneaker twink.