I sprawled across the worn-out mattress, my eyes fixed on elFlaco’s dick, thick and uncut, its head glistening with pre-cum. My heart hammered in my chest as I reached out to grasp it, running my thumb over the ridges of his foreskin. His cock twitched in my hand, responding to my touch like a living thing.
“Hwary, m’ijo,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire, “I’m gonna make you swallow my load.”
My mouth watered at the prospect of taking elFlaco’s cock down my throat. I leaned in, my lips parting as they wrapped around the velvety shaft. His dick pulsed against my tongue, a rhythmic beat that drove me wild.
ElFlaco’s hands tangled in my hair, guiding me to take more of him, deeper and harder. My throat constricted around his girth, but I sucked, desperate for every inch of his cock. He groaned, his hips bucking as he sought release, his cum bursting forth like a dam breaking.
I swallowed, the salty liquid coating my tongue, my lips still wrapped around elFlaco’s dick as it softened in my mouth. His hands remained entwined in my hair, our eyes locked in a moment of raw, unbridled passion.
The bed creaked beneath us as I rose to my knees, positioning myself for the plunge. ElFlaco’s cock probed at my entrance, then pushed inside, filling me with his warm, hard length. We panted in tandem, our bodies moving in sync as we fucked on the mattress, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat.
In this moment, I was elFlaco’s world, and he was mine – a world of gay desire, of cock and blowjob, of raw, unbridled lust. We were one, lost in the primal dance of sex, our bodies speaking the language of pleasure and release. And as we climaxed together, our moans echoing through the Puerto Rican night, I knew that this was where I belonged – in elFlaco’s arms, surrounded by the heat and passion of our gay, erotic encounter.
