As I lay on the bed, a Puerto Rican beachscape sprawled out behind my cellmate’s rugged face, he unbuttoned his pants, revealing an uncircumcised Mexican masterpiece. His cock, thick and veined, sprang forth like a victorious warrior, demanding attention.
I couldn’t help but drool as I gazed at the dick before me, its tip already weeping with anticipation. My mouth watered at the thought of wrapping my lips around that uncut beauty, sucking it dry of all its pre-fuck juices. The air in our cramped quarters grew thick with desire as I reached for him, my hand closing around his cock like a vice.
With a guttural growl, he pushed me back onto the bed, pinning me beneath his muscular frame. His face hovered inches from mine, his eyes burning with an unquenched fire as he demanded, “Suck it, gay boy!” I obeyed without hesitation, my lips meeting his cock in a sloppy, porn-worthy blow.
As I sucked, his hands tangled in my hair, guiding me into the rhythm of his desire. My throat constricted around his girth, but still he pushed deeper, urging me to take more of that Mexican meat. The sounds of our lust echoed through the small room – the squelch of cock and tongue, the gasps of pleasure, and the urgent groans of a man on the brink.
With one final push, he came, his hot semen spilling into my mouth like a fountain of ecstasy. I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of our raw, gay encounter as it mingled with the salty ocean air that seemed to fill our cell. The uncut Mexican top had left me spent, yet yearning for more – a true testament to the potency of his cock and the unrelenting power of gay desire.
