The jock was hot and hung and his selfie was a wild invitation to erotic desire. I felt my heart race and my cock pulsing as I imagined fucking his tight ass until he screamed my name in pure, gay ecstasy. I wanted to sink into his seduction and get lost in his warmth.
Author: Hot Selfies
My tongue explored every inch of him, as I wanted to spread the pleasure evenly. His moans echoed off the walls as I focused on the soft underside of his jaw. I took in his scent, the musky smell of sex and sweat, my arousal increased as I grazed my teeth lightly over his goatee. His gasps intensified as I finally reached my destination, his gagging point.
I felt myself get aroused as I stared into his eyes, his lips pleading for mine in a single selfie. His body demanded attention, his muscles taut and tight with a seductive sexuality that called to me. His gorgeous eyes revealed a deep longing for something more than a simple photo – something wild, hot, and passionate – a longing we both felt and wanted to explore.
He eyed the photo each time he scrolled, wanting to believe what he saw. Clusters of sweet saliva dripping from his full lips were so inviting, he could almost taste it. His stiff silhouette, ready to be taken to pleasure, practically calling out to him.. His desire to fall into those inviting lips and surrender to the bliss kept intensifying with each pass.
With every selfie, I was seeking out something more. A deeper connection, an escape from the mundane. Every selfie became a new adventure, each man a deeper pleasure. I was exploring my body and my desires like never before, and nothing could stop me. The feeling of naughty, forbidden desire was intoxicating.
I’d seen him before. Lurking in the shadows of selfies. His muscular frame, his tight-fitted jeans, his broad shoulders, and his piercing eyes. Every time I looked at him, my heart raced and I felt my body tremble with desire. Then, one fateful night, it all came together. Our eyes met and we embraced in a kiss as passionate as the rainbow. In that moment, I knew I was never going to be the same. I had found my homosexual awakening.
He stared at the hunk’s selfie, mesmerized. The sweat on his body glistened and the man oozed carnal hunger, inciting a flame of want in him. His fingers moved, caressing the screen as if tracing the man’s exquisite lines. A deep longing reigned over him, making him crave for a taste of unadulterated pleasure.
A big dick pic could make the staunchest of gay men weak in the knees. It washes away all the stresses of the day, replacing them with fantasies of the big dick owner coming closer and ever closer, clothes falling to the floor until it’s skin on skin and a big, hard dick slides inside.
His look said it all. I wanted him, and he wanted me too. We caressed each other as we grew more aroused, his lips pressing against mine and his hands exploring my body. His touch lit a fire inside me, pleasure overcoming every sense and driving me wild with need. I had never felt so alive.
He felt his cock stir as his fingers gently slid over the teensy bulge in his shorts. His eyes stayed mesmerized on the dream boy’s selfie, and he could feel his skin flush as his mind filled with burning desire. Whatever was going to happen between him and this hot stranger in full centigrade? He wanted to find out, his hunger for the unknown swiftly overpowering him.