Sex stories

"My name is Alex, and I'm seriously into sweaty Arab guys who are totally dominant. I love going to the gym to check out the guys from the suburbs working out. One day, the locker room reeks of the raw sweat of dudes after lifting. And there he is: this Arab guy, a massive hunk, about 6'1", a built chest covered in thick black hair dripping with sweat. He's just finished his workout, his tan skin gleaming, drops running from his hairy pecs down to his abs, where a thick line of hair descends. He pulls off his sweats, and bam! He's wearing ultra-tight white briefs, soaked with sweat, clinging to his massive cock. It's thick, heavy, with a bush of coarse black hair poking out, glistening with sweat. He raises an arm to grab his t-shirt, and his hairy armpits, drenched, release a pure, post-workout sweat smell. He wipes his face with his hairy forearm, and I'm just staring, sitting on a bench, my dick hard because of those briefs stretched over his massive cock. He catches my gaze, his dark eyes lock on mine, and he smirks: "Little slut, checking out my dick? I see you're into it. I'm looking for a guy for a hookup, I wanna test you out on camera. Bring your ass to my place, we'll see if you can deliver."

We get to his place, and he sprawls on his couch, legs spread. His wet briefs still mold his hairy cock, the sweat-soaked hairs overflowing. His chest shines, his black forest of hair drips, and his armpits smell strong. He snaps his fingers: "Kneel, in front of me. You're here for the audition. First question: do you like hairy dicks that smell like sweat? Say it, and don't be shy." I blurt out: "Yeah, boss, I'm into your hairy cock," and he laughs: "You're into it? Come sniff, shove your face under my arm, suck up my sweat, show me you can handle it." He raises his arm, a jungle of soaked black hair, the smell hits me hard – pure gym sweat. I sniff, and he guides my head: "Harder, devour my scent!" Then he pushes me away and looks me over, his briefs stretched to the max: "Now, you lick. I'm soaked, start with my pecs, taste me, go lower if you're good." I press my tongue to his hairy, salty chest, the hairs scratch, and he groans: "You're a bitch, huh? Lick my abs, go on." The hairs stick to my tongue, his sweat fills my mouth, and he pulls me towards his briefs: "Sniff my cock, where it smells like hard work." The smell is strong, hot, manly sweat, the wet fabric clinging to his thick dick.

He pulls off his soaked t-shirt, throws it aside, his hairy back gleaming. "You like it dirty? Here, my briefs." He pulls them down, his cock springs out, big, hairy at the base, glistening with sweat, and he holds them out to me: "Sniff, it's my sweat from today. Beg me to taste it." I give in: "Boss, let me lick your briefs, please," and he shoves them under my nose: "Go on, taste my sweat." He rubs the wet fabric on my tongue, and says: "You're good, we're moving onto the hard stuff." He gets up, shirtless, sweat running down his pecs, his briefs half-lowered, showing his hairy cock hanging heavy. "On all fours, now. I'm gonna make you cum." I get into position, turned on, and he smacks my ass, not too hard, just to heat things up: "You like that, huh?" His sweat drips onto my back, and he growls: "Open up, you're my dog." He spits in his hand, rubs his hairy cock, and penetrates me, slowly at first, then harder. It fills me, his bush rubs against me, and he holds me by the hips: "Take it all, slut."

He speeds up, his hairy balls slap, his sweat pours over me, and he dominates me completely, his smell everywhere. Then he slows down, turns me onto my back, legs in the air: "I'm gonna cum, you're gonna take it all." He jerks off above me, his hairy cock rock hard, and he explodes: a thick, hot jet that shoots onto my chest and face. He groans: "Lick it all, not a drop on the floor." I obey, still in the zone, and he watches me, satisfied, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He sits back on the couch, his hairy cock softening in his wet briefs, and says: "You delivered, man. That video's gonna blow up. Tonight, you're staying, we're gonna shower together, you're gonna wash me." He grabs my arm, drags me to the bathroom. The hot water runs, steam rises, his hairy body shines under the spray. His black forest of hair clings to his pecs, his abs, and his cock hangs heavy, surrounded by wet hairs. He stares at me, still in alpha mode: "Kneel, scrub me everywhere. Start with my armpits, clean them good." I take the soap, run my hands through his hairy tufts, the smell of sweat mixes with the water, and he groans: "Scrub harder, you're here to obey!" He guides me towards his chest: "Wash my pecs, get everywhere." I scrub, the hairs slide under my fingers, and he says: "Go lower, my abs, my hairy cock, make it all spotless." I soap his line of hair down to his cock, and he says: "See what you took earlier?" He turns around, his muscular, hairy back dripping: "Scrub my back, and do it right." I work diligently, submissive, and he finally pulls me under the water with him: "Tomorrow, we're doing this again. You're my toy now!"