Raul’s dick throbbed with anticipation as he settled onto the pile of clothes, his eyes scanning the Puerto Rican trail for a glimpse of the morning sun’s golden rays peeking through the dense foliage. He was on the hunt for a quickie, something to fuel his day before heading back to the porn set where I worked as a production assistant.
Suddenly, a sweaty form emerged from behind a tree, cock already half-hard and bobbing with each step towards him. Raul’s mouth watered at the sight of Carlos, our favorite on-set model, whose chiseled physique had made many a gay man’s dick hard in countless gay porn scenes I’d witnessed.
Carlos’ eyes locked onto mine, his gaze heavy with desire as he approached. “Quiero un blowjob, Raul,” he panted, his voice husky from the morning air and his own arousal. My mouth watered at the prospect of sucking him off in the open trail, the sounds of nature our only accompaniment.
I dropped to my knees, my hands reaching for the thick cock that jutted out before me like a proud beacon. As I wrapped my lips around its engorged head, Carlos’ fingers delved into my hair, guiding my movements as I sucked him off with fervor, his dick spurting forth a burst of pre-cum that mixed with my saliva.
The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat as Carlos pumped his cock in and out of my mouth, his grunts growing louder with each suck. My own penis twitched in response, begging for attention, but I knew this was all about giving Carlos the pleasure he craved.
As he climaxed, shooting a stream of cum onto the forest floor, I swallowed every last drop, my throat working to milk him dry. When we finally parted, Raul’s dick throbbing with need and unfulfilled desire, Carlos grinned down at me, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. “Gracias, amigo,” he whispered, before turning and disappearing back into the trail, leaving me to wonder when I’d get my own turn on that sun-drenched pile of clothes.
