As I walked down the hallway, my heart raced with anticipation of what was to come. I swiped to unlock my phone, revealing a gallery of my latest hot selfies with the promise of a steamy gay hookup. I shivered with pleasure, feeling the heat radiating off my skin as I undressed, ready to feel another man’s hands on my body.
Author: Hot Selfies
He lingered, unwilling to be torn away from the invitingly raw image of his lust object, his eyes glued to the cock selfie that brushed his feverish mind with relentless electric desire. His hungry mind was his own fatal playground, as his burning gaze conspired to make love, not war.
He felt the heat from the selfie as he touched it, a twinge of electricity that traveled through him. He knew he wanted whatever that hot guy had to offer. He wanted to feel his body against his, to taste the sweetness of his eager lips and drift away in a wave of infinite pleasure.
He was shirtless, his body glistening in the sun, his muscles flexing in that perfect way that made my heart beat faster. The desire to touch him and feel him pressed against me was unbearable, and I could feel my body ready for the best kind of encounter. I craved his hot breath, his hands exploring my body and the ultimate pleasure that I knew would come.
He pushed me to the floor and together we tumbled into a world of pleasure. His hands assaulted my body in all the right ways and I was soon panting with desire. His skin felt like silk over my own and soon I was consumed by an urgent passion that neither of us could resist. Together we explored the hottest, most primal desires a man can have, burning with ecstasy.
Locked in my bedroom alone, I stare hungrily at the self-taken selfies of all these super sexy guys, each one more arousing than the last. My fingers already wander to the hidden places of heat that will only be satisfied by lustful exploration. I’m entranced and ready to indulge in a wild night of passionate, gay male craving.
I can feel my desire rising, aching to be unleashed like the monster between his legs, enticingly displayed in his selfie. His big dick, glistening in the night, sending shivers of arousal through me, tempting me to unleash my own beast. Oh, sweet lust!
The first time I saw his cock-selfie, an intense heat pulsed through me, vibrating with the promise of pleasure. His big, hard cock beckoned to me, begging to be awakened by my tongue, lips and fingers. His photo melted me, as if I had been captured in a trance of lustful abandon that only his touch could revive.
He stood before the mirror, admiring what he saw. Every line, every curve accentuated by the candlelight from the bedside tables. His lips drawn into a sensuous smile, the heat of his gaze following his body in the reflection. His hand trailing down the mix of hard muscles and smooth skin that felt so good against his fingertips. He caught himself wanting, needing and desiring the person before him in the mirror. Intoxicated by his own desire in that moment.
My finger traces idly over the screen, desperately exploring the contours of every muscle. My breath quickens as I’m consumed by a fantasy so carnal I can almost feel his touch. My tongue darts out, tasting the air, it is thick with desire for his body and my own.