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.
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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.
He was–what else could I say?–a beautiful work of art, all the way down to his smooth, slim waist, down to the soft, inviting contours of his perfect ass, illuminated by the sultry moonlight. My lips trembled with the anticipation of finding out what was hidden beneath his scant, sheer clothing. I wanted more than a photographic glimpse of his body; I wanted the real thing.
The jock selfie was a thing of beauty: smooth flesh that begged to be touched, firm muscles that shivered under my fingertips, and a hardness that ached to be pleased. I moved closer, feeling an animal hunger for the man behind the photo, wanting his body and his heart in every way imaginable.
He practiced his craft by bathing in the wet, hot album of selfies where boys–young, mature, and all points in between–shared themselves with him. His favorite featured the faces in the frame at the perfect angle, his gaze pulled toward them like a magnet until his tongue tangled with words and his fingertips tapped tremblingly against the keys as they wrote themselves into a captivating story about desire and pleasure. He felt his skin vibrate with each forbidden fantasy, savoring each second like it was his last.
The secret thrill of a young gay man searching for new thrills amidst the smorgasbord of visuals presented by barely legal self-snapped selfies, filled with longing and desire, searching for something deeper than just the perfect image. His stories will ignite your imagination and titillate as he exposes the hidden depths of his scandalous past.
He let out a deep groan as his fingers caressed the hot contours of my body, every inch of it awash in desire and lust. His hard, rippling muscles shuddered against me as I took in every sublime detail of his sensual body through his hot selfies. My heart raced as I felt myself melt into the pleasure of his touch.