I sank back into the plush bedding, my feet propped up on the worn wooden headboard as I gazed at the massive dildo before me. Donovan’s first video had piqued my curiosity, and now I was about to experience it for myself. My cock twitched with anticipation as I picked up the behemoth toy, its ridged texture and vibrant pink hue making my mouth water.
My hand wrapped around the thick dick, and I began to stroke it slowly, imagining Donovan’s strong arms guiding me through this pleasure-filled journey. The latex was smooth against my palm, a stark contrast to the roughness of reality – the real deal being far more enticing. My mind wandered to the countless gay porn scenes where I’d seen men devour one another with oral sex, their cocks bobbing up and down in unison as they sucked each other dry.
My own dick started to swell at the thought, straining against my jeans like a prisoner desperate for release. I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have Donovan’s cock in my mouth – the way his pre-cum would glisten on its tip, the salty flavor of his semen as it filled my throat.
I released the dildo and reached for my own zipper, my fingers dancing across the fabric as I freed my aching cock. My hand closed around it, pumping up and down with a rhythm that echoed the one in my mind – Donovan’s dick, deep inside me, moving in and out in a slow, sensual fuck. The more I imagined it, the more real it felt, until finally, I came with a shout, my orgasm as intense as the desire burning within me.
I collapsed back onto the bed, spent but still craving that real-life connection – Donovan’s cock, his mouth, his raw sexuality. His first video may have only been an unboxing, but in my mind, it had unleashed a torrent of gay desire that I knew would haunt me until we met again. And when we did, oh, the fuck was going to be epic.
