He watched his target, mesmerized, imagining what it would be like to feel those lips against his, their tongues intertwined in an erotic kiss. His gaze fixated on the tightness of his target’s jeans, his muscles hidden beneath the fabric beckoning him. He longed for a night together, and as he licked his lips, he thought he could taste the sweet nectar of his desire.
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He pawed eagerly at the screen, tracing the contours of the man’s body as if it were his own. His every emotion lay bare as the man seemed to come alive from the image, radiating pure electricity and raw seduction. His smolder was enough to melt even the coldest heart and his muscled body was a beacon of pure ecstasy.
He watched the sun slowly set between the silhouetted trees and rooftops, and with it came a thirst: a hunger for something more than warmth or shade. In the light of night, he saw himself reflected. The selfies of endless shirtless, broad-shoulders muscled young men flashed in his consciousness like lightning, drawing him in and feeding his desire for the unknown. For the untold story of sex, secrets and impromptu hookups. Fueling his fantasies…
He had a dark energy that radiated from his phone, like his sexy selfies were beamed down from another world, and I wanted to explore it. My body hummed with anticipation of what lay beneath the surface. I imagined his perfect body, his delicious kiss, and the pleasure that his touch could bring. I licked my lips in eagerness to journey beyond the revealing images, and into the depths of his homoerotic fantasy.
His lips were soft and inviting, tasted sweet like honey as he licked and sucked my neck. His hands roamed my body, exploring and feeling every inch of me. I felt his love and passion in every stroke, melting me into his embrace as We moved together climaxing in pure ecstasy.
I let my eyes linger on his selfie, eagerly tracing the contour of his body. My fingers itch to caress the curves of his chest, explore his tight abs, and trace the lines of his neck. His gaze sends a tingle of anticipation roaring through my veins, making me ache to feel his touch, his lips, his passion surge around me. I can scarcely contain my desire. A single touch, and I would be gone.
As I stare at the picture of this alluring and handsome man, the perspiration beads on my neck and my heart rate skyrockets. I can almost feel himself in the picture, his gaze eliciting an invisible embrace that turns me on. His exposed body reveals all the desires I crave; I am aroused, captivated and entranced by his unique beauty.
He gazed at the selfie, his eyes roving hungrily over the man’s slim body, toned muscles, and taut buttocks. He could almost see the heat of his desire, intense and undeniable, burning in his mouth, aching in his loins. He wanted to touch him, to caress him, to be with him, to drown in the fire of ecstasy that could only come from another man. He stepped closer, drawn by a force he couldn’t resist. Soon, passion would become reality, and pleasure, bliss.
He looked at the selfies and was captivated. Suddenly, he was lost in a vivid reverie, imagining two hot bodies mingling in perfect pleasure as they tasted each other’s wetness and explored forbidden depths of desire. In the end, they found a perfect unity in ecstasy that sent chills of pleasure through them both.
He glanced at his reflection one more time in the mirror, giving himself a suggestive smirk that promised all sorts of naughty possibilities. His sexy selfies had been a hit, just as he knew they would be. Tonight, the desire they inspired in himself and the other men–open, unashamed, real–filled him with an undeniable pleasure. His taps filled with messages and requests for more.