Fuck, I’m hard as a rock, my cock throbbing with anticipation as I watch him walk in, his dick straining against his tight jeans.
His eyes lock onto mine and he flashes that devastating smile, his penis seeming to grow even longer as he walks towards me. I can feel my mouth watering at the thought of taking him deep, of feeling his cock slide down my throat.
He drops to his knees in front of me and wraps those gorgeous lips around my dick, his tongue expertly teasing out every sensitive inch. I’m a goner, lost in the sensation of his hot, wet mouth as he works me over with skillful oral sex.
But it’s not just his blowjobs that have me hooked – it’s the way he looks up at me, his eyes locked on mine as if daring me to take control. And when I do, guiding him onto my cock, I feel like I’m in porn, the raw, unbridled lust between us palpable.
Fuck, it’s good – so damn good – and I can’t get enough of that young Puerto Rican dick. He sucks me dry, his mouth a suction cup on my penis as he rides my thrusts with a desperation that mirrors my own.
The room is a haze of sweat and desire, the only sound the slapping of flesh against flesh as we come together in a frenzy of gay lust. And when it’s all over, I’m left lying there, spent and satisfied, my mind still reeling from the sheer intensity of our encounter – one that will haunt me like a porn fantasy long after the moment has passed.
Gay, raw, and real – this is what it means to be alive. And I’m grateful for every second of it, every stroke, every suck, every fuck.
