I straddle Carlos’s lap on his plush couch, our Puerto Rican island heat radiating off us like a steamy mist from the rainforest. His hands grasp my hips, guiding me in a slow grind that has my cock throbbing with anticipation. He’s always been a top-notch porn connoisseur, and I can tell he’s craving every inch of this encounter.
“My dick is going to fuck you so good,” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear as his fingers dig into the flesh of my ass. The promise sends shivers down my spine, and I feel my cock swelling in response.
He stands up, still holding me, and walks us over to his massive bed. We collapse onto the plush sheets, our bodies entwined like the vines on the hillsides back home. My mouth closes around the length of his cock, the taste of pre-cum a sweet invitation to explore further.
His moans echo through the room as I suck him deep, my fingers wrapped tight around the base of his dick, feeling every pulse and twitch. The sound of his pleasure is music to my ears, a symphony that builds with each passing moment.
I release him long enough to whisper, “You’re going to make me suck your cock so hard it’ll be like a Puerto Rican fiesta in my mouth.” His laugh is low and husky as he pushes me back onto the bed, his cock poised at my entrance.
With one thrust, he’s inside me, our bodies moving in perfect sync. The friction builds with each stroke, our grunts and groans merging into a primal rhythm that’s raw and unbridled. I feel every inch of his dick as it fucks me senseless, the sensation indescribable as we ride out our passion together.
In this moment, there’s no distance between us – only the intensity of our desire, a burning need to be closer, to be one with each other in the most fundamental way. And when we finally come crashing down, spent and sated, I know that for Carlos and me, this is what it means to be gay, to be alive, and to be fucked so good it’s like a dream come true.
