The bathroom mirror reflected a sweaty, panting face, my cock standing at attention as I gazed down at it, my dick throbbing in anticipation of what was to come. I rubbed my hand over the hard length of my penis, feeling the tender skin beneath my fingers. My mind was consumed with thoughts of porn, explicit gay videos that had become a staple of my daily routine, fueling my desires and leaving me craving more.
I leaned back on the stool, my eyes locked on the image in front of me as I began to stroke myself, slow and deliberate, each movement sending shivers down my spine. My cock swelled further, its tip glistening with pre-cum, a sign that I was close to exploding like a firework on the Fourth of July.
Suddenly, the urge to give my dick a proper blow took over, my mouth watering at the thought of wrapping my lips around it. I leaned forward, my tongue darting out to taste the tip, savoring the salty sweetness as I began to suck, my head bobbing up and down in rhythm with my hand’s steady pace.
The stool creaked beneath me as I shifted, my cock buried deep within my eager mouth, its heat and hardness a perfect match for mine. My lips were slick with saliva, my tongue working the length of it like a pro, each suck drawing a moan from my throat. My fingers danced across my own dick, adding pressure to the sensitive head as I teased myself closer to the edge.
With one final, powerful suck, I felt my orgasm erupting, semen spilling forth in a torrent that threatened to overflow the bathroom sink. I rode the wave of pleasure, my cock still pulsating in time with my racing heart as I milked every last drop from my dick, each ejaculation like a tiny earthquake rumbling through my entire body.
Exhausted but exhilarated, I collapsed back onto the stool, my chest heaving as I gazed down at the spent remains of my magnificent cock. For a moment, the only sound was the echo of my ragged breathing and the soft patter of semen hitting the floor – a symphony of gay sex that left me wanting more.
