Gay, sex-starved, I stood under the scorching hot showerhead, the water pounding against my cock like a thousand tender touches. My fingers danced along the length of my dick, teasing out the pleasure that had been building all day.
As I stroked myself, I thought of the new guy at the gym, his chiseled physique and those piercing green eyes that seemed to bore into my very soul. His name was Pedro, a Brazilian hunk with a penchant for porn stars and a mouth that could deliver a mind-blowing blowjob.
I closed my eyes, letting the fantasy take over. I imagined Pedro’s calloused hands wrapping around my penis, his thumb rubbing against the sensitive head as he took me deep into his throat. My breath caught in my chest as I envisioned the warm, wet heat of his mouth enveloping my hard-on.
My strokes grew more urgent, my heart racing with anticipation. I could almost feel Pedro’s cock pressed up against mine, the promise of a raw and intense fuck that would leave us both breathless. The water continued to pound down on me, but it was nothing compared to the pounding in my chest.
As I reached the peak of my pleasure, I let out a loud moan, the sound echoing off the shower walls as I spilled onto the tile floor. It was a gay porn fantasy come true – and one that would haunt me until I could make it a reality with Pedro.
