The scorching Puerto Rican sun beat down on the dusty street as I lured my latest conquest to a secluded spot behind the porn shop. His name was Ricky, a lean, chiseled stud with an uncut knob begging to be sucked. My cock twitched in anticipation as he followed me, his eyes locked onto my dick.
I spun around, and our lips crashed together in a fierce kiss. Hands roaming each other’s bodies, we stumbled toward the wall of the shop, seeking support for our impending frenzy. Ricky’s calloused fingers wrapped around my stiffening cock, jerking it with a rhythmic urgency that left me gasping.
As I broke away from his mouth, I grasped his uncut knob, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger, teasing him with the promise of what was to come. He let out a low moan, his eyes fluttering closed as I leaned in, tongue darting out to lavish attention on the sensitive crown.
Ricky’s hands now wrapped around my waist, pulling me close as he began to suck my cock, his mouth a hot, wet haven that drew me deeper with each desperate pull. My dick throbbed in his fist, the friction building toward release as I sucked back at him, our lips meeting in a clash of tongues.
I pumped my hips harder, faster, driven by the raw urgency of my need to fuck this man. Ricky’s eyes snapped open, and he grasped my buttocks, holding me still for a moment before spinning us around, pinning me against the wall. His cock, uncut and thick, pressed against my entrance, and I felt myself being claimed, enveloped by his hot, rigid penis.
As we fucked, our grunts mingled in the air, the smell of sex and sweat heavy between us. Ricky’s fingers dug into my skin, marking me as his as he pounded into me with a primal intensity that left me gasping, begging for more. In this moment, there was no one else – only the raw, animal connection between two men, lost in the primal ecstasy of gay sex.
