They ravaged each other’s cocks on the worn sheets of their porn-strewn bed, sweat-soaked from a marathon of gay sex. My dick throbbed against his as we frotted, our bodies undulating in a primal dance of desire. His cock, thick and unyielding, prodded my hole, begging for entry.
I sucked his dick deep into my throat, the salty taste of pre-cum exploding on my tongue. His moans echoed through the room, as I milked his cock with my mouth, suckling every inch like a porn star. My own cock pulsed in rhythm, craving release from the relentless pressure of our passion.
As we changed positions, he wrapped his lips around mine, our tongues wrestling in a fervent tango of lust. His dick, slick with precum, nudged my ass, and I spread wide, welcoming the invasion. He plunged deep, his cock a velvet piston, pistoning in and out of me like a porn star on a mission.
My dick throbbed harder, as if begging for attention. I reached down to stroke it, feeling the heat build with each rapid motion. His cock continued to ravage my hole, fueling my own climax. The air was thick with our panting, heavy with the scent of sex and sweat.
His cum shot forth in a torrent, coating my chest in a sticky mess of white. I arched back, a raw cry tearing from my throat as my dick erupted, painting the sheets with ribbons of cum. We collapsed together, spent but still, our breathing synchronized like two cocks working in tandem – a symphony of gay sex.
