Gay lust pulsed through my veins as I gazed at Mecos’ chiseled physique, his cock straining against the fabric of his shorts. We’d just finished a raucous night out in San Juan’s vibrant LGBTQ+ scene, and now we were back at my place, ready to indulge in a more intimate escapade.
I reached for him, my fingers closing around the thick girth of his penis. His eyes locked onto mine as I began to stroke him, the velvety smoothness sending shivers down my spine. Mecos’ dick grew harder in my hand, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before he was ready for more.
With a husky whisper, he guided me toward his mouth, and soon I found myself the recipient of a sultry blowjob. His lips wrapped around my cock, and I felt the rush of air as he sucked, his tongue dancing along the sensitive underside. My hips bucked involuntarily, and Mecos’ grip on my penis tightened in response.
The room was filled with the sound of our ragged breathing and the wet slap of flesh against flesh as we devoured each other. It was a primal, porn-like intensity that left me gasping for air and craving more. And when Mecos finally released my dick, I knew it was only the beginning of our erotic escapade – one that would leave us both spent, yet yearning for another round of unbridled, gay lust.
