Raul’s sweaty body collapsed onto the worn mattress, his gaze still locked on Pedro’s cock, already semi-erect beneath the worn jeans. He’d been thinking about that dick all day, replaying the game in his mind where they got caught up in the heat of victory and raw passion. The image of Pedro’s firm pecs glistening with sweat, his eyes burning with desire, was seared into Raul’s brain like a porn frame.
As Pedro slid off his jeans, revealing that magnificent cock, Raul’s mouth watered at the sight. He’d always been a sucker for uncut gay men, and Pedro’s thick foreskin hiding the crown of his dick only added to its allure. Their teammates had ribbed them mercilessly after the game, calling them “los chacales” – the Mexican jackals – and now Raul felt like he was about to devour something delicious.
Pedro dropped down beside him on the creaky bed, his hand closing around Raul’s stiffening cock through his shorts. Raul groaned as Pedro gave it a slow, deliberate stroke, and his eyes flashed up to meet his lover’s gaze. “Te quiero,” he whispered, meaning every word – I love you.
With a mischievous glint in his eye, Pedro took Raul’s hand and guided it to his mouth, giving him a sloppy, wet blowjob that left Raul gasping for air. He sucked Pedro’s fingers with the same fervor he would his cock, feeling the stubble on Pedro’s chin scrape against his palm. The raw, animal hunger between them was palpable as they devoured each other, their cocks straining towards release like two eager dogs.
As Raul’s dick pulsed in Pedro’s hand, he sucked harder, drawing out a groan of pleasure from his lover. Then, with a quick flick of his tongue, Pedro sent Raul over the edge, cum spurting across the bed in a hot, sticky stream. As they lay there, spent and panting, Raul knew this was more than just a post-game high; it was the start of something new, something primal and true – like the uncut cocks of the Mexican jackals that had brought them together.
