Venezuelan heat crackled through the air as I stumbled upon a hidden gem of a porn shop in Caracas. The display case boasted an array of cocks, each one begging to be sucked. My eyes landed on a particular dick that seemed tailor-made for deep-throating, and my mind began to wander.
As I browsed the aisles, my hand involuntarily drifted towards my own cock, swelling with anticipation. That’s when I spotted him – a stranger with piercing green eyes, his dark hair disheveled as if he’d just rolled out of bed. His broad chest was on full display, and that dick… oh, that magnificent cock.
Before I knew it, we were both in the backroom, the sounds of porn videos muffled by the door. He reached for me, his fingers brushing against my skin like a spark igniting a fire. Our lips locked, tongues dancing as he pushed me against the wall, his cock throbbing against my hip.
In one swift motion, I dropped to my knees, and his dick slid into my eager mouth. The sweet taste of pre-cum mingled with the scent of cheap cologne as I suckled his cock, my lips wrapped tight around the swollen head. His moans grew louder, a chorus of pleasure that matched the beating of my heart.
Oral sex was an art form, and I was determined to master it. I slid my hand up and down the length of his dick, teasing the sensitive skin with gentle strokes. He bucked against me, his cock throbbing in time with my fingers, the precum glistening like a promise of more to come.
With a final, desperate suck, he came, his hot cum shooting into my mouth as I swallowed every drop. Breathing heavily, we locked eyes, the raw power of that moment leaving us both gasping for air. In the heat of the Venezuelan night, our bodies had become one, united in a frenzy of gay lust and desire.
