Found a tattooed hunk getting pounded on the pavement and took him in

I stumbled upon a rugged, inked stud getting the rough treatment on the asphalt and couldn't resist. I had to join in on the action. The sight of his muscular body, tattoos glistening under the streetlights, was too much to resist. I could see the raw, primal energy radiating from him as he took it deep and hard. I couldn't wait to get a taste of that. I joined him, our bodies entwined in a dance as old as time. His hairy body against mine, our breaths ragged as we lost ourselves in the rhythm. The taste of him, salty and sweet, was intoxicating. I worked him over with my mouth, my hands exploring every inch of his body. The roughness of the pavement only added to the intensity of our encounter. The sight of him, lost in pleasure, was worth every bruise, every scrape. This is what gay sex is all about, raw and real.