The Rio Carnival lights still twinkled on the streets as I dragged Rafael to the dingy porn store we frequented for a nightcap of smutty videos and fleshly indulgence. My dick throbbed with anticipation, craving that sweet release after hours of dancing in the samba parade.
Rafael’s eyes sparkled mischievously as he grabbed a handful of DVDs from the bargain bin. “Time to get our cocks satisfied,” he whispered, winking at me. I chuckled, already feeling my pants tightening around my stiffening member.
At home, we settled into our usual ritual, each selecting a movie to stimulate our desires. The sounds of moaning and slapping flesh filled the room as Rafael began jerking off, his hand flying up and down his cock like a piston. My own dick bobbed with excitement, begging for attention.
I leaned in, my mouth watering at the sight of Rafael’s cock – hard, uncut, and ready to be devoured. His eyes locked onto mine, and I knew he wanted it as badly as I did. With a growl, I wrapped my lips around his dick, sucking it deep into my throat.
Rafael let out a guttural cry, his hips bucking forward as I worked him over with my tongue, my mouth a whirlpool of wet, suctioning bliss. His cock pulsed in my hand like a jackhammer, threatening to unleash its cum at any moment.
I released my grip, allowing the semen to spatter against my chest – a hot, sticky offering from my lover’s cock. My own dick throbbed with need, demanding attention. With a flick of my wrist, I unbuttoned my pants and freed my erection, giving it a few swift strokes before guiding it into Rafael’s waiting mouth.
He sucked me off with abandon, his lips and tongue working in perfect harmony as he swallowed every drop of cum I gave him. The room was a haze of sex, sweat, and the stench of male desire – a heady cocktail that left us both spent, yet craving more. And so we collapsed onto the bed, our bodies sated, but our cocks already plotting their next conquest in this endless cycle of gay lust.
