As I stepped into the Banheirão with Yuri Gaucho, the air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, a heady mix that left me hard as the Puerto Rican concrete outside. Yuri, his dark hair messy from a recent fuck fest, flashed a wicked grin as he ushered me towards the porcelain throne.
A man in a blue shirt stood beside it, his eyes locked on mine like a porn star awaiting direction. His dick jutted out, a thick cock that seemed to have a life of its own, begging for a blowjob. I licked my lips in anticipation, my mouth watering at the prospect of wrapping my lips around its girth.
“Get ready to suck,” Yuri whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my skin as he grasped the man’s hips, positioning him like a porn director framing a shot. The blue-shirted stud closed his eyes, his nostrils flaring as I leaned in, my tongue darting out to taste the salty pre-cum that glistened on his cockhead.
My mouth enveloped his penis, a hot, wet tunnel that drew forth moans and gentle thrusts from our subject. The blue-shirted man’s fingers delved into my hair, his grip tightening as I sucked him off with increasing fervor, Yuri’s grunts of encouragement fueling my oral sex frenzy.
I released the cock with a soft pop, my lips swollen, my face flushed from the intense suction. The man in blue stumbled back, his eyes half-lidded, a look of pure satisfaction etched on his face. As he zipped up his pants, Yuri patted him on the shoulder, saying something in Puerto Rican Spanish that sent the man off with a wink and a smile.
The air was electric now, the atmosphere charged with unspoken desire as I turned to Yuri, my mouth still tingling from the blowjob. The heat between us was palpable, a raw, sexual energy that needed no words – only the promise of a primal, cock-driven encounter.
