Andrew Miller’s eyes locked onto Jimmy West’s chiseled physique as they lay in their bunk at the notorious conversion camp. The camp’s intention was to “cure” them of their gayness, but Andrew knew better – he just needed a partner in crime. Tonight, that partner was Jimmy.
Andrew’s fingers itched to touch Jimmy’s dick, to feel its solid weight in his hand, and to hear the intake of breath as he gave a good suck. He’d seen plenty of porn featuring black men, and now he craved the real deal.
As they settled in for the night, Andrew couldn’t resist the urge to reach out and stroke Jimmy’s cock through his sleep shorts. It was like touching a hot rod – hard, long, and ready to rev up at any moment. The sparks that flew between them were almost as palpable as the heat emanating from their entwined bodies.
Jimmy’s eyes flickered open, and he caught Andrew’s gaze, the air thick with anticipation. Without a word, they both knew what was coming next – a steamy night of gay passion.
Andrew slid his hand under Jimmy’s shorts, wrapping his fingers around that magnificent cock, feeling it pulse in his grasp. He leaned in for a blowjob like no other, sucking and licking until Jimmy let out a primal moan.
Their tongues tangled as they traded oral sex, Andrew’s dick throbbing with desire as he imagined the sensation of Jimmy’s lips wrapped around him. The friction was building, their bodies straining against each other as they reached the peak of their passion.
As their cocks collided in a frenzy of raw, gay desire, Andrew knew that this conversion camp had the wrong idea – there was no “curing” these two men of their gayness. Tonight, they’d prove that their love and lust for one another were more powerful than any attempt to change them.
