He lifted his phone, posing with one arm in the mirror, taking the perfect shot. His thighs were firm, his boxer briefs tightly hugging his package – a big, hard dick just begging to be shown off. His heart raced with the thrill of exhibitionism, and the anticipation of the pleasure it could bring.
Author: Hot Selfies
He unbuttoned his jeans and moved closer, his breath warming him as he exhaled. He cupped my face in his hands, kissing and licking my body. His tongue felt electric as it explored my wetness, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I moaned in delight as our bodies locked together, lost in a blissful, homoerotic rapture.
My breath catches when I look at his picture, his big dick standing proudly as he snaps the selfie. His eyes twinkle and I feel my stomach flutter. His thick, veiny shaft is the stuff of every gay man’s fantasy. All I can think about is getting my lips around it, licking every inch and savoring every drop of his hot cum.
Slipping off my shirt, I strolled around in my shorts, shooting myself in the mirror and loving my body. He was all I could think about. I wanted to be ravished–his hands were rough but gentle, and his lips incredibly talented. His kisses drove my hunger, I couldn’t wait to explore him.
He stands before me, the ultimate object of my desire. His torso is taut and well-toned, his smile is mischievous yet inviting. In that moment I see my wildest fantasies unfold, my aching heart yearn for more of his passionate touch, and my soul cry out for union to this perfect being of beauty and grace.
He was standing there shirtless, his amazing body glistening in the soft sunlight. His face was a picture of desire, and his lips were wet with want. My body quivered at the thought of tasting him, of consuming his salt and sweetness, of that sensual pleasure that would soon be ours. I licked my lips in anticipation, ready to give and receive hot oral.
Her eyes trace the contours of his body from the broad expanse of his heavily muscled chest, down to the thick muscular arms and finally to the muscled curves of his perfect waist. His face is like a god’s, and his body is a dizzying paradise of rapturous pleasure. Her desire to know his touch, to feel his hard muscles against her skin, dances in her mind each time she looks upon one of his selfies, and she revels in the muscled rapture of his existence.
I slide my hands down my body, letting my fingertips graze my tight, toned skin. I close my eyes and feel my heart race faster with every thought of the hot guy I’ve been stalking on Insta. I’m thirsty for more and my hunger only grows as I go deeper into my solo, homoerotic cruise. Will I get a taste of his amazing body tonight?
He toyed with the idea of swiping right – not even sure he should. But when he saw that tight, toned torso, smooth strong body and thick, pulsing cock, his pulse raced and fingertips run with sweat. He was hooked. He knew he’d entered a forbidden temple of homoerotic desire, and he was ready to explore.
He savored every inch of his steely body, no longer bound by the confines of cloth. His powerfully throbbing manhood – fat, long, and pink – was intense, electric, and begging to be touched. His body a landscape of raw desire, burning with irresistible passion.