Broke Latin man’s first gay
As I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my shirt to hide the excitement swelling between my thighs, I couldn’t shake off the thought of his cock – the cock that had changed everything for me just hours before. I was no stranger to porn; I’d spent countless nights jerking off to gay videos, fantasizing about the dick in my hand being real, attached to a flesh-and-blood man who wanted it as much as I did.
But this was different. This was my first time with another guy, and Juan’s cock had felt like a revelation – thick, uncut, and pulsing with life beneath his skin. As he sucked me off on the worn sheets of his bed, I’d closed my eyes, letting the sensation wash over me, and for a moment, I forgot about being broke, forgotten, and alone.
Juan’s cock had slipped from my lips as we lay there, panting, our bodies entwined. “You’re good at this,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire. And in that instant, I knew I wanted more – not just of Juan, but of the raw, primal rush of sex and connection that came with being a gay man.
I zipped up my pants, trying to tame the excitement still simmering beneath my skin. This was only the beginning, I thought, my mind already racing ahead to the next time we’d meet, the next time our cocks would collide in a frenzy of oral sex and raw desire. As I walked out of Juan’s apartment, I felt a sense of hope – not just for another night with him, but for all the nights that lay ahead, filled with the promise of gay love, gay lust, and above all, gay cocks, throbbing hard and free.
