I gazed out at the sprawling cityscape of Rio de Janeiro as my lover’s hot mouth wrapped around my cock. The warm Brazilian air clung to our skin as we stood on the balcony, the sounds of samba and laughter drifting up from the streets below. I felt like a porn star, my dick throbbing with every suck, every gentle slide of his lips along its length.
His fingers curled around my shaft, stroking me in time with his tongue’s slow dance. My cock pulsed at the sensation, begging for more. “Foda-se!” – fuck yes! – I groaned as he deepened the blowjob, taking me to the edge. His eyes locked onto mine, dark and intense, as he swallowed my load.
As we caught our breath, I pulled him into a kiss, our tongues tangling like the threads of a rich tapestry. My hand wandered down his body, cupping his cock through his loose pants. It was already hard, eager for attention, and I obliged, squeezing out a few drops of precum as my thumb circled the head.
With a low growl, he pushed me back against the railing, our cocks grinding together in a primal, gay embrace. My ass lifted to meet him, craving that raw, animalistic penetration. “Fode-se, agora!” – fuck now! – I begged, and his cock slid into mine with ease, like they were made for each other.
We pumped our hips in unison, sweat beading on our brows as we chased the high of orgasm. The city seemed to fade away, leaving only the thrum of desire, the raw, primal energy of two men lost in the heat of passion. And when it was over, we collapsed against each other, spent and sated, like two stars in a Brazilian porn fantasy.
