He once saw a selfie from a guy that was truly mesmerizing; the kind of thing that makes your lower jaw drop and your heart race. He pursued the seduction of the ‘selfie guy’, leading to a night that could only be described in the most explicit, erotic and intense language imaginable.
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He stood in the shadows, looking at his reflection in the mirror. His body lithe and toned, clothed in only a thin undershirt that clung to his skin, he admired his silhouette. Paralyzed in admiration, he longed to touch himself, caress his own body with the same reverence he felt for the figures in the pictures stuck haphazardly on the wall before him. He was ready for the night of homoerotic escapade to come.
The lithe body of my Selfie Guy loomed before me, with his hot curves, taut muscles, and intense dark eyes just waiting to be explored and kissed. I wanted to feel the warmth of his skin, the hardness of his body, and the sweetness of his lips on mine. With a shudder, I knew that I was in for an incredibly sexy erotic adventure.
I glanced at my screen, scrolling through the pics of hot guys. I felt my cock twitch in my pants as I looked, transfixed. I licked my lips, imagining what it would be like to have each one of them pressed up against me and exploring my body with their eager tongues. Oh, the pleasure I could have with them!
His washboard abs, hulking biceps, and tight ass were all I wanted and needed. I’d fantasize about stroking those muscles and feeling them tense beneath my fingertips. I wanted to explore all his hidden male parts and make them my own. These selfies were my “muscle gods” and I was determined to make them all mine.
My hunger for his body seemed to overcome the shrinking timidity of my mind. He began to take off the items of clothing that covered his precious body to my delirious delight. As each item was removed, my excitement increased until he was finally nude. He was so beautiful, my stomach clenched and knees weakened. I wanted him. I needed him. Now.
My eyes flicked across the captured image, my mouth slackening and my pulse quickening as I fell into a frenzied daydream, my body aglow and my fantasies boiling at the sight of it: toned muscles, taunt skin and a lingering heat that could only signal one thing– homosexual yearning.
He was masculine, tall and ripped, and the subtle sheen of sweat on his toned body glistened in the seductive light as he snapped selfies of his tantalizing nude body. I couldn’t resist imagining the electric heat of his body pressing against mine, as sharp sparks of desire raced through my veins.
My trembling hands clutch the selfie, a physical manifestation of my innermost desires, as I imagine what it would be like to plunge deep inside his yearning embrace. His crownded lips calling me closer still, I find myself wishing I could just materialize in his world of raw sexuality. I’m transfixed by his eyes, a siren’s call beckoning me ever deeper into a realm of intoxicating heat and forbidden passions.
After midnight, the selfies guy and I met in an alley. We paused as our eyes traveled hungrily over each other, making me burn with desire. His tight shirt and his gentle smile spoke of secrets I wanted to explore. We shared an electrifyingly silent embrace that stirred my loins like never before.