As I sprawled on the couch, my shorts riding low on my hips like a red flag of desire, I couldn’t help but crave some daytime pleasure. The sun streaming through the blinds cast a warm glow over my skin, and I felt like a porn star posing for a gay magazine shoot. My cock twitched at the thought of being ogled by a horny admirer.
Just then, the door swung open and in strolled Ryan, his eyes locked onto mine with a carnal intensity that made me shiver. His dick was already hard, straining against the denim of his jeans like an eager prisoner begging to be released. I knew what he wanted – and what I wanted, too.
Without a word, Ryan shed his shirt and joined me on the couch, his body a sinewy canvas of muscle and male beauty. My fingers itched to touch that skin, to feel the heat of his cock against my palm. I reached for him, but instead he took charge, guiding my head down to his lap.
My mouth wrapped around his cock like a warm glove, and I sucked hard, my tongue dancing along the ridges of his penis in a rhythm that was pure gay porn. Ryan’s hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as he began to fuck my mouth with a desperation that left me breathless.
I devoured every inch of him, his cock a living, breathing thing that seemed to pulse with an erotic energy all its own. His moans and groans filled the air, a soundtrack to our raw, dirty sex. I was in a world of pure oral sex, my senses consumed by the taste, smell, and feel of this man’s dick.
As we climaxed together in a tangle of limbs and desire, I knew that this moment – this perfect blend of gay passion and daytime pleasure – would stay with me forever, a delicious memory to savor whenever I needed a fix of raw, erotic bliss.
