Tyler’s cock throbbed with anticipation as Jay’s hand wrapped around it, his fingers splayed to accommodate the girth. The porn star’s piercing gaze locked onto mine, challenging me to keep up with his raw intensity. I swallowed hard, my mouth watering at the prospect of sucking that dick.
As I dropped to my knees, the bed creaked beneath us, a soundtrack for the impending carnal symphony. Jay’s cock seemed to grow longer, thicker, as if sensing its impending fate – to be deep-throated by my eager lips. My hand cradled his balls, gently rolling them in my palm as I leaned forward, mouth open wide.
The first stroke of my tongue was like a spark igniting the fuse of desire. Jay’s hips jerked, and he groaned, his fingers twisting in my hair. His cock pulsed with each suck, releasing a heady cocktail of pre-cum and pure unadulterated lust into my mouth. I sucked harder, my throat constricting around the girth of it all.
“Faster,” Jay growled, his body tensing like a spring ready to snap. “Suck my cock hard, gay boy.”
My head bobbed up and down, my lips wrapped tightly around the cock, as if trying to consume its very essence. The world narrowed to the rhythmic suck, suck, suck, and the raw, primal sounds of our passion.
The room was a haze of sweat, grunts, and gay porn-fueled frenzy. My mouth was a furnace, burning with an insatiable hunger for cock, while Jay’s dick throbbed in my lips, demanding more, always more. And as I sucked his cock raw, the world around us melted into a sea of pure, unadulterated gay sex.
