Carlos’ eyes locked onto the rippling abs of his Puerto Rican porn star crush, Ricky Santos, as he took a knee before him on the studio floor. Carlos felt his own dick throb with anticipation as Ricky’s thick cock jutted out, begging for attention. He reached out, wrapping his hand around the velvety shaft, and gave it a gentle squeeze.
Ricky groaned, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy, and nudged Carlos’ chest with his nose. “Suck me, papi,” he whispered, his voice husky from years of porn performances. The command sent shivers down Carlos’ spine as he lowered his head, his tongue darting out to lick the crown of Ricky’s cock.
Ricky’s dick pulsed in his hand, and Carlos felt a rush of pride knowing he could elicit such a reaction. He took more of Ricky’s cock into his mouth, the smooth skin gliding over his tongue as he began a slow, deliberate suck. The taste of salt and precum exploded on his taste buds, making him moan in appreciation.
Ricky’s hands cradled Carlos’ head, his fingers tangling in Carlos’ hair as he guided his face up and down his dick. “Oh, yeah, papi… that’s it,” Ricky murmured, his hips bucking forward to meet each thrust of Carlos’ mouth.
The sound of wet lips smacking and the rhythmic suck of oral sex filled the air as Carlos gave himself over to the moment. Ricky’s cock was a warm, pulsating reality in his mouth, and he reveled in the raw, animal connection between them. He felt like he’d finally made that hole his own, claimed it with every scrape of his tongue and gentle tug of his lips.
Ricky’s body tensed, his cock throbbing in Carlos’ mouth as he came, showering him in a warm torrent of cum. Carlos swallowed, his throat working to take it all in, and smiled up at Ricky through the veil of hair that had fallen across his face. For this moment, they were two men lost in the primal beauty of gay sex – free from judgment, shame, or expectation.
