He ran his hands over his smooth chest, letting his fingertips glide over the toned pecs, hard abs, and firm biceps. With every touch, I could feel the seductive heat rising from deep within, coaxing my body to explore further. His sculpted ass called to me, begging to be grabbed and caressed. His piercing eyes and devilish smirk had me transfixed, drawing me deeper and deeper into this homoerotic fantasy.
Author: Hot Selfies
He’s the selfies guy–that guy who scrolls, stops, stares, smiles–mesmerised by what he finds. His mind races with dehydrated fantasies that only one night can quench. He can barely contain himself as he presses “like” and slides into the depths of desire.
He captures his reflection in his phone, a portrait of raw sensuality. His smoldering gaze, his tangy sweat, his maleness radiates off the stairs. His arousal awakens a hidden hunger, and an exquisite tension builds within my body, driving me to explore these deeply primitive desires.
Heaving and dripping with sweat, our bodies intertwined in an impassioned dance. His lips pressed urgently against mine, his tongue hungrily exploring my mouth. His hand, rough and insistent, delicately tracing a line along my deeply aroused body. Our desperate desire, fuelled by the raw heat of countless selfies, was finally unleashed.
He grabbed my gaze with a smoldering look. My heart raced as he stepped closer; the heat of his body was all-consuming. His kiss was electric. I felt my body hum with anticipation as his hands explored my body, thrilling my every nerve. I fed freely on his desire, feasting on his erotically charged selfies that awoke my deepest fantasies.
He pressed me up against the wall, removing every piece of clothing so that there was just his hot skin against mine, twisting and caressing and exploring every part of me with his eager hands. His kisses were like liquid gold and his skin sent electric thrills through me. In that moment, I felt like I belonged to him. His sensual magic had unleashed a beautiful, passionate storm inside of me.
My fingers slowly move up and down my length, lightning jolts of pleasure radiating from every nerve in my body as I turn the page to reveal the next hot selfie. My blood ignites as my eyes consume the erotic feast before me; each movement, each glint of light across a flexing muscle an invitation to pleasure. I groan as my hand moves faster, my lust unbridled.
He stood against the wall, shirt off, a perfect “V” chiseled abs and golden skin glistening with the sweat of his vigorous workout..it was the perfect selfie. My heart pounding, eyes wide, I eagerly reached out..He was a masterpiece; one selfie and I was his.
He takes in the full view of his reflection, his eyes blazing hypnotically with desire. His fingers slowly trace his toned torso, stirring sensations of intense pleasure as he savors the moment. His lips quiver for the lover that awaits him, the anticipation building to an orgasmic rapture. He is ready for an erotic voyage.
He had managed to post a thirst trap as a follow-up to what seemed to be the end of a never-ending night out. He was aroused by the pictures of hot guys, supportive words from his friends emboldening him to hit send. What followed was an unexpected rollercoaster of passion and sex, a gay male odyssey unlike any other.