Thomas Black Solo’s eyes locked onto mine as I strode into his Puerto Rico apartment, the scent of saltwater and piña colada lingering in the air. The TV blared a porn marathon in the background, the sounds of raw fucking and lustful moans heightening my excitement.
I zeroed in on Thomas, his chiseled physique accentuated by the dim lighting, his cock already half-erect beneath the loose fabric of his swim trunks. My gaze devoured every inch of him – the sprinkling of dark hair across his chest, the defined abs that quivered with each labored breath, and the imposing length of his dick, as thick as my wrist.
I couldn’t resist the urge to reach out, wrap my hand around the rigid flesh, and give it a firm squeeze. Thomas let out a low growl, his eyes flashing with desire as he released the remote control, abandoning the porn’s distractions for the real thing.
With a deft flick of my tongue, I coaxed the tip of his cock into my mouth, savoring the salty tang of pre-cum that gushed forth. My lips enveloped him, and Thomas began to fuck my mouth with reckless abandon, his groans echoing through the apartment as I sucked him deep.
The sounds of our passion merged with the porn’s cacophony, creating a symphony of lust and need that seemed to reverberate off the walls. My dick throbbed in response, yearning for its own release as Thomas’ cock continued to piston between my lips, the suction growing tighter, more intense.
As I felt him start to climax, I withdrew, allowing his hot seed to splatter across my chest, a testament to our primal connection. Thomas collapsed onto the couch, spent and gasping, while I stood before him, my own dick straining against the fabric of my shorts, begging for attention.
With a wicked grin, I shed my clothes, revealing my erect cock to the dim light. Thomas’ eyes lit up once more as he reached out, grasping me firmly in his hand. “Now it’s your turn,” he whispered, his voice husky with satisfaction.
I let out a ragged gasp as he began to suck me off, our tongues tangling in a frenzy of oral sex that left us both panting and begging for more. In the end, we lay entwined on the couch, our bodies slick with sweat, our cocks spent but still throbbing with the aftershocks of our raw, unbridled passion.
