As I wrapped my lips around his cock, a jolt of lust coursed through me, electrifying every nerve in my body. His dick throbbed against my tongue, demanding attention as I suckled it with relish. The scent of sweat and sex wafted up from the mattress, mingling with the musky aroma of his pubes, drawing me deeper into this raw, porn-like fantasy.
I worked his cock with practiced expertise, every stroke a promise of the pleasure to come. His moans vibrated through my mouth, an erotic symphony that harmonized with the pounding in my chest. My own dick strained against my jeans, begging for release as I savored the taste of his precome on my tongue.
He grasped the back of my head, his grip a gentle yet insistent reminder of who was in control. His cock surged forward, demanding entrance into my eager mouth. I surrendered, swallowing him whole as he fucked my lips with reckless abandon. The world narrowed to this moment: me, his dick, and the primal urge to consume.
The sounds of our passion echoed through the room, a cacophony of slurping, sucking, and gasps that left no doubt what we were doing – or how much we loved it. His cock spasmed in my mouth as he came, coating my tongue with a rich, creamy flood of semen. I milked him for every drop, savoring the intimacy of this raw, gay encounter.
As we collapsed on the bed, our chests heaving in unison, I couldn’t help but think that this was what it meant to be alive – to crave the touch, the taste, and the sheer, unadulterated lust of another man’s body. The world may be full of uncertainties, but when it came to sex, one thing was certain: his cock in my mouth was a sensation worth savoring.
