As I sprawled out on the worn-out couch, my friend’s calloused hand wrapped around my cock, pumping with a rhythmic intensity that sent shivers down my spine. The air was heavy with the acrid scent of stale beer and sweat as we indulged in our impromptu porn session. The grainy images flickering on the TV provided the perfect accompaniment to the erotic scene unfolding between us.
His lips sealed around my cock, his warm breath a tantalizing prelude to the wet, suctioning sensation that had me bucking against his mouth. I could feel the tender skin of his tongue tracing the veins on my dick as he suckled, drawing out a low, guttural moan from deep within my chest.
I reached for his cock, my fingers closing around its thick, unyielding length. The smooth head tickled the inside of my palm as I began to stroke, mimicking the motion of his hand on my dick just moments before. His eyes, dark and hooded with desire, never left mine, their intensity a potent aphrodisiac that amplified every sensation.
The TV’s volume dropped, replaced by the sound of our ragged breathing and the wet slapping of flesh on flesh as we chased our climax. I felt his cock thicken in my hand, the veins bulging like blue cords beneath the skin. The first jet of cum shot from his cock, landing with a warm splatter against my stomach.
As he withdrew his mouth from my dick, I sucked in a ragged breath, the air heavy with our combined exertion. My own release was imminent, a slow-building tide that threatened to engulf me at any moment. His hand tightened around my cock, and with one final, brutal stroke, I spilled over, my cum arcing through the air like a golden ribbon, binding us in its sticky, sweet embrace.
