As I wrapped my lips around his cock, the salty taste of pre-cum flooded my mouth, a harbinger of the wild ride to come. My boyfriend’s dick throbbed with anticipation, eager to be devoured further. His moans harmonized with my sucking, our bodies moving in perfect sync, like two performers in a pornographic ballet.
His hand cradled the back of my head, guiding me deeper onto his shaft, as I struggled to accommodate his girth. My throat burned, yet I refused to relent, determined to give him the blowjob of a lifetime. A bead of sweat trickled down my temple, mingling with the saliva pooling in my mouth.
I gazed up at him, our eyes locking in a moment of raw, unbridled passion. His gaze seared through me, as if to say, “It’s time to fuck my boy.” With a growl, he spun me around, his dick still lodged in my mouth. The force of his grip sent a thrill coursing through me as he hauled me onto the bed.
His cockhead nudged against my anus, and I felt the familiar flutter of excitement as he breached my defenses. A groan rumbled from deep within my chest as his dick slid home, filling every inch of my passage with its rigid length. I was a vessel, designed to contain his potent, pulsing cock.
As he began to pump in and out of me, our bodies slapped together in a primal rhythm. My climax built, each stroke of his penis drawing me closer to the precipice. “Suck it harder,” he growled, his voice a raw, urgent command. I responded, my lips sealing around his cock once more, as his dick erupted in a spasm of pleasure.
In that instant, we were one – two men lost in a sea of gay desire, our bodies entwined in the most intimate of unions. And when it was all over, I knew I’d been thoroughly, ravishingly, fucked by my boy.
