Some milk for breakfast…
As I stroked my cock to the rhythm of the porn on TV, my gaze locked onto the hairy chest of the stud on screen, his dick pulsing with each thrust as he rode that other guy’s face. My own cock twitched in anticipation, aching for some attention. I grabbed the glass of cold milk from the nightstand and took a long, slow sip, feeling it slide down my throat as I imagined those same lips wrapped around my dick.
I tossed the glass aside, the clink of the glass on the wooden floor echoing through the quiet room. My eyes wandered to the bed, where my own hairy body lay sprawled, the morning light casting a warm glow over my chest and arms. The sheets were rumpled, evidence of a restless night spent dreaming of cock and dick and the eager mouths that craved them.
I reached for the lube, slicking up my fingers as I thought about the last time I’d been with someone – the way he’d sucked my cock until I came in his mouth, the feel of him wrapped tight around me as we fucked. My mind raced with the possibilities, the images flooding my brain like a gay porn fantasy come to life.
I slipped two fingers into my ass, feeling the familiar stretch and burn as I prepared myself for the morning’s solo show. The sounds of grunting and moaning from the TV mixed with my own gasps of pleasure as I fingered my hole, imagining it was some hot gay stud inside me, his cock pistoning in and out as I sucked him off.
My orgasm exploded through me like a burst of raw, unbridled lust, the sensation coursing through my veins like liquid fire. I collapsed onto the bed, my chest heaving with exertion, my dick still pulsating from the aftershocks. In that moment, all was right in the world – and I was the king of my own gay porn fantasy, free to indulge in the erotic tales my cock told me every day.
