I stepped into Carlos’s apartment, my eyes locking onto his chiseled physique as he lounged on the couch. His bronzed skin glistened with sweat, a stark contrast to the air-conditioned chill that enveloped me. I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his tight, white shorts – the promise of a hard dick waiting to be devoured.
As I approached him, Carlos’s gaze roamed over my body, and I felt my cock stir in response. “You look delicious,” he purred, his Puerto Rican accent sending shivers down my spine. I smiled, my heart racing with anticipation.
We didn’t waste any time, tearing at each other’s clothes like we were in a porn scene. His hands roamed over my body, squeezing and stroking, as if memorizing every curve and contour of my skin. I returned the favor, my fingers dancing across his broad chest and down to his hard cock.
I dropped to my knees, my mouth watering at the sight of him. Carlos’s dick stood tall, a thick, uncut penis that seemed to pulse with life. I wrapped my lips around it, feeling it grow even harder as I suckled and licked. The salty taste of pre-cum mingled with his natural flavor, sending me into a frenzy.
“Fuck, yeah,” he groaned, his hips bucking forward as I worked him over. “You’re a blowjob master, amigo.” My head bobbed up and down, my mouth working in tandem with his cock as we moved together in a primal dance of oral sex.
As we continued to explore each other’s bodies, the air was thick with the sounds of our passion – gasps, moans, and the soft slapping of flesh against flesh. I felt alive, connected to this man on a deep, visceral level. In that moment, nothing existed but the raw, unbridled desire between us.
Finally, Carlos pulled me up, his lips crashing down on mine in a fierce, passionate kiss. I could taste myself on him, a reminder of the intense, gay connection we’d forged in the heat of our desire.
