I sprawled on the blue mat, my Puerto Rican body glistening with a sheen of sweat, as the warm air danced across my skin like a lover’s caress. My cock, already hard and throbbing, pulsed in anticipation of the raw, unbridled sex to come. The scent of lust wafted through the air, heavy with the promise of a night of unrelenting, gay passion.
My partner, a hunk of a man with a chiseled physique, dropped to his knees, his eyes locked on my dick as if it were a precious gem. His fingers wrapped around the base, and he began to stroke me, the sensation sending shivers down my spine. My cock jerked in response, precum seeping from its tip like a promise of the erotic storm to come.
As he took me into his mouth, I felt the warmth envelop my dick, and my world shrunk to this moment – the velvety smoothness of his lips, the suction that made my balls draw up tight. His cock, already hard, strained against his pants, a testament to his own desire. The room echoed with the sound of our heavy breathing, a primal symphony of gay lust.
With each thrust of his tongue, I felt myself on the brink of orgasm, the pressure building like a stormy sea about to break upon the shore. His fingers danced along my perineum, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. The world around us melted away, leaving only the raw, animalistic desire for cock and more cock.
I came, a torrent of cum erupting from my dick as I bucked against his mouth, coating his chin with my release. My partner licked it clean, his eyes never leaving mine, his own cock throbbing with an unfulfilled need. The promise of another round hung in the air, like the scent of sex and desire that clung to us both – a heady aroma of gay, unbridled passion.
