Sex stories

One day, my buddy was strolling through the hood. When he hit Block 3, he ran into this dude rocking a tracksuit and blue TN kicks, someone who knew his brother well. The guy didn’t waste time, hitting him up right away: “Yo, ain’t you Toufik’s brother?” My buddy shot back, “Yeah, so what?” The dude smirked and dropped, “You’re a cute fucker—wanna have some fun?” My buddy, caught off guard but not shutting it down, grinned and said, “Don’t act like you’re some big shot, but sure, why not—if you’re chill.”

The guy nodded for him to follow. They slipped into the block, heading down to a quiet basement, away from prying eyes. Down there, the dude whipped out his cock—a fucking monster, like 10 inches of pure madness—and growled, “Go for it, man. Enjoy yourself. I won’t snitch to your brother.” My buddy, curious and turned on, dove in. He started sucking—a bit shaky at first, but soon he found his groove. The guy was loving it, throwing out, “Fuck yeah, you’re killing it,” egging him on.

The vibe heated up fast. The dude grinned and said, “Check out my TNs—lick ’em if you’re horny enough.” My buddy, caught up in the moment, went for it, tasting the warm, sweaty sneakers, and it cranked his arousal up even more. It was all playful, no pressure. After a bit, the guy leaned in: “You down for more? Your call.” My buddy, already deep in the zone, nodded. The dude peeled off my buddy’s Asics NYC kicks, and as he moaned with pleasure, he muttered “go for it” instead of backing off.

The guy flipped him over gently, grabbed some lube—because we keep it safe—and started slow, easing in. But when my buddy rasped, “Fuck me hard,” the dude ramped it up, pounding him deep. It went on for a while, intense but totally mutual. When it was over, the guy pulled out, snatched one of the Asics, and unleashed a massive load all over it—absolute insanity. My buddy, still buzzing from the whole scene, shot his own load onto the floor. The dude chuckled and said, “Clean my TNs now—get into it.” My buddy, still riding the high, licked the sneakers a bit, leaving them slick and wet.

To wrap it up, the guy smirked and said, “You’re a fucking beast. Tomorrow, if you’re down, swing by. We’ll run it back with my crew—you’ll love our TNs and our vibe.” My buddy walked off, Asics sticking to his feet, a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction washing over him.