My hand caresses my cock as my eyes dance across the shades and planes of their hot bodies. It’s just me and them – I’m connected to them through the emotion of desire, my imagination fixated on the alluring lines of their form. I can sense the pleasure coursing through my veins as I feel them, virtually.
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I quickly discovered this guy was not with me for conversation. His hand ran up my thigh, teasing and stimulating my craving body. His eyes, heavy with arousal, looked straight into mine, daring me to resist as he pulled me in deep for a searing kiss. I shivered in pleasure as we explored each other’s passions and desires. My heart raced with anticipation, this was going to be the night of my dreams.
He licked his lips upon seeing the image. His eyes scanned every inch of the pale, muscular body before resting admiringly on the large cock, glistening in the selfie’s bright light. His heart raced and his mouth went dry. He felt a primal urge that he wanted to indulge in. He was mesmerized, and with just one look he had already begun creating vivid fantasies of wild, homoerotic pleasure.
He kissed my neck. His tongue flickered over my collarbone and my stomach ached with desire. His hands skimmed my skin as I gasped and his lips found mine. In that moment, all I wanted was him. His gaze met mine in the mirror as I felt his heat consume me. And suddenly, I saw myself in all my glory. I’d never felt such intensity – the gay man’s erotic odyssey.
My fingers tingle as I scroll through the tantalizing selfies of handsome, toned men—each one more striking than the last. I am pulled into their alluring world, my pulse quickening as I imagine the pleasure that each of these men could bring. Sweat glazes my palms as I savor the possibilities; these steamy secrets must undoubtedly remain hushed.
Crouched on my bed, I can’t help but admire the gladiator-like figure of this hunk of man that confronts me through his selfie. Hot damn. His rock-hard abs were even more impressive in the flesh, made all the more delicious by his lingering gaze. I can’t take my eyes off him: a real-life Adonis that I know I absolutely have to make mine. I hungrily attack his lips, his skin, and he responds eagerly. His muscular, strong body matches mine move for move. Yes, indeed: a selfie of this jock is definitely worth two in the bedroom.
The dream boy selfies invited me in from the humid midsummer night, awakening my senses and coaxing my imagination to journey on an ecstatic path of possibilities. His body, his lips, his eyes, all inviting me to partner in pleasure as he awaited the homecoming of my desire.
He hungrily stares at the selfie, pondering the seductive lines of his body and craving the delicate touch of every inch of him. His hands trembling with desire, he dances with the idea of what could be if they were together. A wild, passionate night explodes in his mind and his loins ache with anticipation.
His fingers trembled as he toyed with the buttons of his jeans. As the fabric slid slowly down his hard, toned thighs, his anticipation mounts. A brief glance of his throbbing length sends a wave of pleasure involuntarily coursing through his veins. His desire is palpable, and he hopes the beautiful man opposite him feels the same.
He remained standing, his eyes burning into the photo of the hard-bodied Adonis who had sent him a selfie. His chest heaved with desire and a frustration that only the promise of satisfaction could assuage. His lips soon parted in anticipation and then a satisfied sigh escaped them as he surrendered himself to the naughty night ahead.