I stumbled upon a Mexico City porn studio, craving that authentic Mexican heat in every frame. The sign read “Rodamos” and it seemed the perfect place to get off. I walked in, eyes immediately drawn to the chico gay on set, his dick as thick as a machete, already semi-erect and begging for attention.
As I watched, he began to fuck himself with a cock ring, his moans echoing through the room. My hand instinctively wrapped around my own dick, the anticipation building. The director yelled “cambio” and another guy strode in, ripped abs glistening under the hot lights. This new player was all about oral sex, descending on our original star’s cock like a ravenous beast.
I couldn’t help but suck in my breath as the blowjob began, the wet sounds of suction and slurping filling the air. The chico gay threw his head back, eyes closed, his cock glistening with saliva and desire. My own dick throbbed in time with his pants, the raw energy of the scene almost too much to bear.
Suddenly, our original star took charge, wrapping a hand around the new guy’s cock and giving it a few quick pumps before spitting on it and inviting a blow. The guys went at it like wild dogs, their cocks bobbing up and down in unison as they sucked each other off. My own dick was about to explode, the visual feast too intense.
I couldn’t resist any longer – I strode over, my hand closing around my cock as I joined the party. We formed a sweaty, pulsing triangle of gay desire, our moans and grunts muffled by the sounds of sex, until we all came together in a frenzy of release.
