Sliding his phone out of his pocket, he scrolled to the folder of muscle selfies and felt a pleasant stir in his loins. His eyes widened at each new snapshot – the firm pecs, the broad shoulders, the ripped abs – and he felt a growing heat in his body. Away from the ordinary and into the extraordinary desire of an erotic homoerotic realm.
Author: Hot Selfies
He slides his hands down my chest, slowly and with a steady steam of passion. His fingertips inching their way to my jeans, his hot breath against my neck, I can feel my control slipping. I’m ready, I’m ready for this. His hand lingers on the brim of my jeans before tracing the curve of my denim-clad bulge. His thick fingers press harder as he begins to circle me in slow, circular motions, his beard tickling my skin. A moan escapes my lips as the intensity builds and suddenly, I’m there. I’m on my way, I’m already in the clouds. I look down, past my closed eyes and see the most beautiful view of two intertwined bodies, he’s still there, and then…my cock selfie orgasmic fantasy comes to life.
He looked me up and down as I undressed for him on the beach; his gaze lingering on my body as I revealed my ‘big dick selfies’ to him in the moonlight. I could feel his desire to have me, and I yearned for his touch. His eyes said it all, and I was ready for a night of unbridled, extreme pleasure.
He stood in the middle of bedroom, shirtless, chest glistening, eyes silently asking for me to surrender. I smiled knowingly and gave myself up, knowing the photos hejust took of his body had seduced me like no words ever could.
The smartphone has become a seductive medium for gay men, not only to capture their own essences within erotic selfies, but also to flaunt their beauty and sexual allure. The art of the selfie is not only about the image, but the ‘story’ it conveys; a narrative of temptation that tempts the viewer and promises to lead them to passionate heights of pleasure.
He closed his eyes, savoring the image that had aroused him; the soft curves of his perfect ass on the tiny sliver of fabric, enticing eyes looking over his shoulder seductively as he posed for the selfie. His tongue traced a path of desire, following the shape of the outline of the taut muscles, his hands hot and longing to touch. He wanted him, knowing it was wrong yet so tantalizingly right, and it was then his heart truly awoke to the intensity of what could only be called homoerotic love.
He had the perfect body. He poised on the edge of the bed, his half-naked physique lit up only by the dim red hue of the hotel room lights, and I was mesmerized. With a single nod of his head, he beckoned me into his realm of seduction. I stepped towards him, heart pounding, ready to explore the wonders of the night.
His selfie captivated me—tousled golden hair, full lips, and a warm, inviting gaze. His body was muscle-defined perfection, and I could barely contain my homoerotic fantasies as I imagined our steamy sex session and his manly musk lingering on my body. I was ready for a wild night!
My eyes graze over him for a slow count to ten: tousled brown hair, broad shoulders, chiseled chest narrowing to a slim waistline. And oh, those abs–tempting me with promises of paradise. Every dip and ripple in his body sends currents of pure pleasure reverberating through me, hungering to be touched, tasted, and explored. I reach out a hand, mirroring my reflection in the pale shards of glass, eager to find out what untold pleasures we can discover together.
I’m captivated by his mirror selfie; his tight, black boxers contrasting against his pale skin, his eyes smoldering with desire. His body, inviting yet forbidden, urge me to explore; indulge in his love, to surrender to his seductive power. The air is thick with his scent; I can’t help but lose myself in his beauty. I’m overcome with pure, erotic pleasure as he takes me in his arms and whispers my name–his voice molten honey on my skin.