As I sucked his cock, it was hard to focus on anything but the pulsing veins and the salty taste of pre-cum on my tongue. His dick throbbed in my mouth like a porn star’s, demanding more, and I gave in willingly. His moans were music to my ears as I deep-throated him, my lips wrapped tight around his shaft.
I pulled back, gasping for air, and his cum-stained fingers tangled in my hair, urging me to continue the blowjob. The way he fucked my mouth was raw, like a Puerto Rican beach in the peak of summer – hot, wild, and unrelenting. My cock strained against my shorts, desperate to join in on the action.
I released his dick from my mouth, his glistening head still visible between my lips, and moved up to straddle him. I felt his hands grab my ass, squeezing the cheeks as he pulled me down onto his cock. The friction was intense, like a well-choreographed fuck scene from one of our favorite gay pornos.
As we rode each other, sweat dripped from my brow, and I could feel the heat emanating from his body, matching the intensity of our lust. His growls turned to groans as I sucked on his neck, our bodies moving in perfect sync like two dancers performing a sensual tango.
With one final thrust, he came, his cum shooting up inside me, coating my stomach with its warmth. As we collapsed onto the bed, spent and exhausted, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for this gay encounter that left us both panting and sated, our bodies still entwined in a post-coital embrace.
