My eyes locked onto the porn star’s chiseled abs as he sucked cock with skillful abandon on the screen. I craved that kind of oral sex, my mouth watering at the thought of wrapping my lips around a thick, uncut dick.
I’d been craving it for weeks, ever since I saw him perform live at the gay club. The way he danced, his muscles flexing with every movement, had me hard and horny. His name was Max, and from what I gathered, he was known in porn circles as the king of raw, unbridled sex.
I decided to take matters into my own hands – or rather, mouth. I booked a session at a local gay massage parlor, hoping to get lucky with one of their experienced masseurs. I’d heard rumors they had a few ex-porn stars on staff, and I was willing to bet one of them would be Max.
As the door closed behind me, I spotted him – the same chiseled abs, the same piercing gaze that seemed to see right through me. He smiled, his full lips curling upwards in a sensual invitation. “Ready for your massage, hun?” he asked, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.
I nodded, and before I could change my mind, he had me spread-eagled on the table, his fingers deftly working out every knot of tension. But it was his cock that really got to work – sliding between my cheeks, teasing my hole until I was begging for a proper fuck.
The world melted away as we lost ourselves in a frenzy of raw, uncut sex. His dick was everything I’d dreamed of and more, pounding into me with a ferocity that left me breathless and begging for mercy. When he came, it was like the whole universe had erupted around us – a symphony of groans, grunts, and the most primal of sounds.
Afterward, as we lay tangled on the massage table, Max leaned over to whisper in my ear, “You know, hun, you’re a natural at this.” I smiled, knowing that with him, I’d found my perfect match for a night of raw, unbridled gay sex. And if luck was on our side, maybe even a few more sessions like this one.
