Risky naked walk around the city at night in Buenos Aires, Argentina, turned out to be a bold stroke of luck for me. As I stood on the side of Avenida 9 de Julio, my cock rigid and exposed, a fleet of passing cars illuminated its length like a mobile porn display. I reveled in the raw, unbridled attention, a gay man unabashedly flaunting his dick to an unsuspecting world.
A group of young men, fresh from a night at the bars on Corrientes Street, gawked and pointed as they strolled by. One of them, a ruggedly handsome guy with a chiseled jawline, couldn’t resist the urge to stop and appreciate my cock in all its glory. He approached me, his eyes locked onto mine, and I felt an electric spark course through my body.
“You’re one brave motherfucker,” he said, his voice low and husky, “or a total idiot.”
I grinned, unfazed by his bluntness. “Maybe both,” I replied, my gaze never leaving his.
Before I could respond further, the stud dropped to his knees and wrapped his warm, wet mouth around my cock. My head spun as he sucked me off with a fervor that left me gasping for air. The sounds of passing cars receded into the background as we lost ourselves in the primal act of oral sex.
A fleeting thought crossed my mind – what if someone else walks by and joins us? – but the thrill of the unknown only heightened the pleasure. In this moment, I was a participant in an impromptu gay porn scene, where the boundaries between public and private were blurred, and the need to suck, to be sucked, and to fuck consumed us all.
