The sweltering Venezuelan heat clung to my skin as I stepped into the crowded porn shop, a haven for men craving anonymous encounters with other men’s cocks. My eyes locked onto the rugged face of Carlos, a regular at this seedy spot where raw desire and sweaty sex filled the air.
As we entered the backroom, our hands entwined, a silent understanding passed between us – no foreplay necessary, just brutal gay sex. I dropped to my knees, my mouth watering in anticipation of his massive black dick. The cock’s girth was even more impressive close up, and I wrapped my fingers around it, feeling the ridges and veins beneath my palm.
Carlos’ cock pulsed with excitement as I took it deep, the head pressing against the back of my throat. My lips stretched to accommodate its width, my tongue darting out to taste the pre-cum slickening his shaft. The salty flavor mixed with the acrid scent of sweat and sex, a potent aphrodisiac that left me aching for more.
I suckled his cock like a starving man at a feast, each stroke bringing him closer to orgasm. His grunts of pleasure echoed off the walls as I milked every drop from his penis. As we fucked, my ass clenched in anticipation, craving the moment Carlos would take me from behind, his massive black dick plunging into my hole with unbridled force.
The moment arrived, and he grasped my hips, impaling me on that monstrous cock. My scream of ecstasy was drowned out by the sounds of our heavy breathing, the slap of flesh against flesh, and the rhythmic pumping of that magnificent penis deep within my ass. We rode each other hard, lost in a maelstrom of raw, gay sex, until I felt his hot cum spurt into me, signaling the end of this brutal yet glorious fuck session.
As we collapsed onto the worn mattress, our chests heaving with exhaustion, I knew that this was what I’d been craving – a primal, porn-fueled encounter that left me drained but sated. And Carlos, well, he simply smiled, already planning his next move in this endless game of cock and ass.
