As I settled onto the worn couch, my hairy muscular Latin body aching from the Puerto Rican sun, the pillow cradled my cock, already hard as the granite cliffs of Arecibo. My dick throbbed with anticipation, craving the touch of another man’s lips on its smooth skin.
I closed my eyes, memories flooding back of sweaty nights spent in a Santo Domingo porn theater, my cock jerking in rhythm with the explicit films on screen. Gay couples, their bodies intertwined, sought pleasure in every possible way – blowjobs, oral sex, and hot, intense sex that left them both breathless.
My phone buzzed, breaking the spell, and I opened my eyes to a text from Alex: “Meet me at the beach for some sun and fun.” Sun-kissed skin and the promise of fun were all the invitation I needed. I replied, “On my way,” as my cock twitched in eager expectation.
As I arrived, the warm breeze rustled my chest hair, teasing my nipples, and my eyes locked onto Alex’s chiseled physique, his abs rippling like the waves crashing against the shore. His dick was already straining against his swim trunks, a clear sign of the raw passion we were about to unleash.
Without a word, I strode into the surf, my cock leading the way as if beckoning him closer. Alex followed, our bodies merging with the rhythm of the waves. I fell to my knees, taking his cock in my mouth, sucking it hard and fast like the powerful currents that churn beneath the surface. His moans echoed through the beach as he lost himself in the raw, unbridled pleasure of a gay encounter – two hairy, muscular Latin men giving each other a blowjob, their cocks entwined, their bodies writhing in the surf, driven by an insatiable desire to fuck and be fucked.
