I lured him to my apartment with promises of a night of porn-fueled passion. As he walked in, his eyes locked onto mine, and I could see the hunger there – a hunger for flesh, for cock, for the raw power of gay desire.
He dropped his bag on the floor, and I could already smell the scent of sex clinging to him. I led him straight to my bedroom, where a stack of porn magazines lay waiting, like an altar to our impending debauchery. I grabbed one, letting the explicit images taunt us both – men devouring each other, their dick-hardened bodies writhing in ecstasy.
“Let’s get this party started,” I growled, my gaze fixed on his cock, already twitching with anticipation.
Without a word, he dropped to his knees, his mouth watering for the taste of mine. My penis pulsed as his lips wrapped around it, hot and demanding. His suck was like a vacuum, pulling me deeper into this gay abyss of oral sex. I felt my balls tighten, my orgasm hovering just out of reach.
I gripped his shoulders, guiding him closer to the edge of explosion. “Suck it harder,” I commanded, my voice strained with pleasure.
His cock-hardened face moved faster, his eyes locked onto mine as if daring me to cum in his mouth. I felt that familiar rush of semen building, and before I could scream “fuck!”, I erupted into his waiting throat, the intense sensation sending shivers down my spine. He swallowed, a triumphant glint in his eye – we’d both just experienced the raw power of gay sex, and we were only just beginning.
