After a long day of toiling in the Venezuela sun, Marco stumbled into his modest abode, shedding his plaid shirt with haste, revealing a chest that begged for fingers to roam and a dick that yearned for attention. His eyes roamed the dimly lit room, settling on the faithful companion that awaited him – a worn teddy bear, a relic of childhood memories now repurposed as a symbol of solitary satisfaction.
As he collapsed onto his creaky bed, Marco’s hand instinctively reached for the tender fur, yet it was not the teddy bear’s warm touch that brought solace, but rather the promise of self-pleasure. His fingers danced along the length of his cock, teasing the sensitive skin as he pondered the porn clips he’d watched earlier, imagining the muscular bodies and eager mouths that could bring him such joy.
With a groan, Marco abandoned the teddy bear’s company, surrendering to the allure of his own dick. He wrapped his hand around it, squeezing gently before picking up pace, his imagination running wild with scenarios of oral sex, each suck and stroke a reminder of the cock that truly craved attention – his own.
As he approached the precipice, Marco’s thoughts turned to the gay bars he frequented, where he’d watched men fuck in the dimly lit corners, their moans and gasps music to his ears. He could almost smell the sweat, feel the heat of a stranger’s body pressed against his as they devoured each other’s penises.
With a shudder, Marco climaxed, his semen spilling onto the sheets like a libation to the gods of gay desire. In this moment, he was one with the countless men who’d sought release in solitude, their cocks and minds consumed by the primal urge for sexual fulfillment. As he lay there, spent but still pulsing with energy, Marco knew that the next day would bring another chance to seek out the cock that truly brought him pleasure – be it his own or another’s.
