As I stepped into the cramped bathroom, my eyes locked onto the **gay** porn playing on the phone’s screen. My **cock**, already half-hard, twitched with anticipation. The guys on-screen were going at it like there was no tomorrow – their **dicks** slapping together in a frenzy of lust.
I heard the shower turn off and the bathroom door creak open. In walked my hot Brazilian lover, his chiseled body gleaming from the warm water. His **penis**, still wet from his shower, bobbed up and down with each step, hypnotizing me into submission.
“Vamos, amor,” he growled, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. He reached for me, his hands grasping my **cock** through my pants. I let out a low moan as he began to stroke it, the friction sending jolts of pleasure coursing through my veins.
Before I could even process what was happening, his mouth was on me – warm and wet, his tongue dancing along the length of my **dick**. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before; the sensation so intense that I felt like I might just come in his hand right there and then.
I pushed him back, my hands trembling with need. “Suck it, baby,” I rasped, my voice hoarse from desire. He obliged, his lips closing around me like a vice, his **blowjob** so intense that I thought I’d lose my mind.
As I exploded in his mouth, the world around us melted away – all that was left was the primal, raw power of our **gay** passion. And as we stood there, savoring the afterglow, I knew that this was what it meant to be truly alive – connected and consumed by the fiery passion of two men in love.
