His cheeks flushed like a ripe peach in the sweltering heat of the humid summer night. He thirsted for the boy in the selfie. His toned teenage body was what sinful dreams were made of. Hands tingled with desire. He wanted to hold the photo tight and never let it go.
Author: Hot Selfies
He ran a finger across the bald head of his hard-on as he gazed at the selfies. He lusted after the cut bodies, the bubble-butt of one, the toned chest of another, the shy smirk of yet another. Freud knew what he was talking about as he trembled with pleasure and erotic anticipation.
My tongue danced with his like it knew all the dances, and it licked every bit of him until he was quivering with pleasure, begging for more. His moans grew louder as I explored every inch of him, teasing, pleasing and tantalizing his entire body with my tongue. Nothing was more beautiful than the blissful expression on his face as he surrendered to his pleasure.
His dick was as big as a slice of watermelon, but shaped like a thick cucumber. Juicy and ripe, it made me hungry with desire. I imagined what it would feel like, what it’d be like running my tongue up and down, tasting his flavor. My heart raced with anticipation, and I wanted it more every second.
He couldn’t help but linger on the photo, savoring its every detail like an exquisite, sinfully sweet dessert. His eyes followed the soft curves of the dude’s body, tracing the rippled contours as waves of excitement coursed through him. His heart raced, his hands clamored for the phone… So ready to unleash the heat of his surging desire.
I eagerly explore muscular selfies with my fingertips, tracing the tracery of hardened muscles beneath my fingertips. I feel my heart racing as I imagine how it would feel to be pressed hard against those hard, chiseled bodies, my mouth exploring unyielding skin, experience the power and incredible fulfillment of homosexual intimacy.
He gazed hungrily at the selfies on his phone, studying the seductive curves of his subject’s body. He felt a sensation of electric heat like a low current of electricity travel through his veins. His heart thudded with desire. He was tempted by the sheer beauty of this unreal vision of perfection and could almost taste the sensation of his skin against his own. The thought of the pleasure to come thrilled him and he was helplessly, erotically entranced.
The self-proclaimed selfies guy had taken me on a path of self discovery; a night of dizzying and delirious ecstasies. Skin slid against skin, our two bodies entwined seeped in sweat, and desire. Lost in each other’s embrace, we shared something that touched beyond our physical connection–something spiritual.
He stands naked in front of the mirror, one finger delicately tracing the defined lines of his body, as his skin glows in the light. His eyes fixate on the lens of the phone, like he knows I’m there, looking at him… a sensual, homoerotic moment of anticipation as he takes his own selfie. The perfect representation of his sex appeal – for me to keep and enjoy.
My heart raced as I looked at the selfies of these musclebound men, my eyes devouring their tight biceps, sculpted abs and inviting lips. My skin tingled as if alive, as I let my mind wander and my fantasies play out in vivid technicolor. I was overcome by a wild burst of desire that coursed through my veins, leaving my body aching for something more.