I couldn’t resist the cocky grin on his face as I stroked my dick, watching him suck in a deep breath through those plump lips. His eyes locked onto mine, hungry for more of what we’d shared that night, and I knew I had to give it to him. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, our bodies still trembling from the intense fuck we’d just had.
I pulled out of my pants, my cock springing free, and he closed in like a predator on his prey. His fingers wrapped around my shaft, and I groaned as he began to pump me, his grip firm but gentle. The way his hand moved up and down my dick was pure porn, and I felt myself getting harder by the second.
He leaned in, his warm breath caressing my cockhead before his mouth engulfed me, hot and wet. My eyes rolled back as he sucked with abandon, his fingers still wrapped around my shaft like a vice. The suction was intense, and I could feel the orgasm building in my balls like a storm about to break.
I pulled him off me, gasping for air, and pushed him onto the bed, pinning his legs apart. “It’s my turn,” I growled, my cock seeking out that tight hole. He whimpered as I plunged into him, feeling the resistance of his muscles tightening around me like a vice.
The rhythm was raw, our bodies slapping together in a primal dance of sex and desire. My cock throbbed inside him, and he arched up to meet each thrust, his dick hard against his belly. The sound of our pants, the slurping of our lips, the groans of pleasure – it was all music to my ears.
As I came, my cock spewing its load deep within him, I looked into those hungry eyes and knew that this was what it meant to be gay – unbridled passion, raw and uncensored. We collapsed together, panting, our bodies still trembling with the aftershocks of our intense coupling. And as we lay there, I knew I’d never get enough of his cock, his dick, or his blowjob lips.
