MASTURBATE FEELS SO GOOD
Sitting on his Puerto Rican bed, surrounded by dim city lights filtering through the blinds, Juan’s fingers danced upon his cock, a symphony of pleasure. The worn teddy bear beside him, a childhood relic, seemed to gaze with knowing eyes, witness to countless solo performances. Tonight, he craved the real deal – raw, unbridled sex.
Juan’s mind wandered to the latest gay porn he’d devoured, images of chiseled bodies and eager mouths seared into his brain. The memory of a particular scene, where two men ravished each other with reckless abandon, sent shivers down his spine. He imagined himself as the cock-hungry bottom, yearning for that first touch, that first suck.
As he stroked, Juan’s imagination conjured up the scent of sweat and sex, the creaking of the bed beneath their entwined bodies, the gasps and groans of pleasure-pain. His dick twitched with anticipation, as if beckoning a lover to descend upon it. He envisioned those strong hands grasping his cock, squeezing, pulling, making him beg for more.
In this moment, Juan’s fantasies became reality, as he surrendered to the ecstasy building within. His fingers quickened, and with a primal cry, he spilled onto his chest, the sticky evidence of his desire glistening in the dim light. The teddy bear, now an unblinking sentinel of his arousal, bore silent witness to this nocturnal indulgence.
Juan’s cock still throbbed, craving the real thing, the flesh-and-blood connection that would satiate its hunger. For now, though, he savored the afterglow, his body humming with the promise of a night filled with gay sex and unbridled passion.
