As I settled onto the worn couch in my Puerto Rican abode, the dog curled up beside me, his eyes gazing adoringly at my cock. I cracked open a cold can of Medalla, the sweet aroma wafting through the air as I stripped off my sweaty delivery driver uniform. The warm evening breeze carried the distant hum of salsa beats from the street outside.
My fingers wrapped around my dick, and I began to stroke it lazily, the motion hypnotic as I gazed out the window at the colorful murals adorning the walls of Old San Juan. My mind wandered back to the porn night I’d had with Carlos, our sweaty bodies entwined on the same couch, his cock pulsing in my mouth like a fat beer can.
I popped the top off the Medalla and took a long swig, feeling the cool liquid slide down my throat as my hand quickened its pace. The dog’s ears perked up at the sound of me sucking in air, anticipating the show to come. My cock was a swollen, hard column, begging for a proper blow job.
With a growl, I ripped open a condom and rolled it onto my dick, the crinkling sound echoing through the room like a promise. The dog’s tail wagged furiously as I dropped down to his level, my face inches from his curious snout. My mouth closed around my cock, the warm suction making me hiss with pleasure.
In this moment, the only thing that mattered was the raw, primal sensation of my dick in my mouth and the sweet release it would bring when I came all over myself. The sounds of the city outside receded as I devoured my own cock, the dog’s quiet whimpers a symphony of appreciation for the erotic display.
I rode the wave of pleasure, my fingers digging into the couch cushions as my dick jerked and spurted, coating my chest in sticky cum. As the aftershocks subsided, I lifted my head, my eyes locking onto the dog’s adoring gaze – a silent testament to the unbridled power of gay desire and the primal beauty of a man sucking his own cock.
