I sucked his dick like it was a porn star’s prop, my mouth wrapped tight around the throbbing cock as I swallowed every inch of him. His fingers tangled in my hair, guiding me to take more, deeper, and I obeyed with a fervor that left us both gasping.
The air was thick with the stench of sweat and sex, our bodies slick with desire as we fucked on the worn mattress, our moans echoing off the walls. His cock pounded into me relentlessly, my anus stretching to accommodate the massive intrusion, every thrust sending shivers down my spine.
I reached for his balls, squeezing them in a rough caress that made him grunt and thrust harder still. Our skin slapped together as we humped, our cocks entwined like lovers as we devoured each other with reckless abandon. The world outside receded, leaving only the primal rhythm of our sex, the unrelenting fuck that left us both spent and screaming.
When he finally collapsed onto me, his chest heaving, I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding him close as the aftershocks coursed through my body. His cock remained buried deep within me, a living, pulsing reminder of our raw, animalistic connection. With a tender touch, I reached for his dick, stroking it gently, drawing out the last shreds of pleasure from the exhausted organ.
And when at last he pulled free, I cradled his spent cock in my palm, feeling the still-throbbing pulse beneath my fingers as our eyes locked in a shared, feral triumph. We were two gay men, lost in a world of uncut cocks and raw desire, united by the primal urge to fuck, to suck, to devour each other with an insatiable hunger that left us both drained and exhilarated.
