Locked in my bedroom alone, I stare hungrily at the self-taken selfies of all these super sexy guys, each one more arousing than the last. My fingers already wander to the hidden places of heat that will only be satisfied by lustful exploration. I’m entranced and ready to indulge in a wild night of passionate, gay male craving.
Browsing: DIY
I can feel my desire rising, aching to be unleashed like the monster between his legs, enticingly displayed in his selfie. His big dick, glistening in the night, sending shivers of arousal through me, tempting me to unleash my own beast. Oh, sweet lust!
The first time I saw his cock-selfie, an intense heat pulsed through me, vibrating with the promise of pleasure. His big, hard cock beckoned to me, begging to be awakened by my tongue, lips and fingers. His photo melted me, as if I had been captured in a trance of lustful abandon that only his touch could revive.
He stood before the mirror, admiring what he saw. Every line, every curve accentuated by the candlelight from the bedside tables. His lips drawn into a sensuous smile, the heat of his gaze following his body in the reflection. His hand trailing down the mix of hard muscles and smooth skin that felt so good against his fingertips. He caught himself wanting, needing and desiring the person before him in the mirror. Intoxicated by his own desire in that moment.
My finger traces idly over the screen, desperately exploring the contours of every muscle. My breath quickens as I’m consumed by a fantasy so carnal I can almost feel his touch. My tongue darts out, tasting the air, it is thick with desire for his body and my own.
Glancing down at his lean body, I shiver, a million naughty thoughts running through my mind. He’s the hottest guy I’ve had the pleasure to encounter and I am infatuated with him. His nude selfies would be the only thing I think of when I close my eyes, longing for his tantalizing touch. I could not resist his seduction, and with just a few loaded words he had me under his spell.
In the middle of the sweaty dance floor two dreamy guys collided, their faces locked in admiration. Hands grabbing and roaming, bodies pressed closer and closer as the lights raced in circles— they felt electrified in the mirror of selfie reality, an exclusive, lusty club of dancers, fueled by greed and desire…
I licked the ruby lips of Sodom with a passion that was as hot as the summer day in which we partook of them. His sweet tongue dancing in my mouth, our saliva mixing as we explored each other’s depths, filled with the intensity of youth and unbridled passions. I will never forget those lips and the pleasure that they gave.
I heard his voice and I felt as if my entire body was on autopilot. My legs started shaking and my heart felt as if it was going to burst out of my chest and onto the ground. His selfies were not only hot, but his words made them come to life. His promises of raunchy sex were almost too much to handle. This was going to be a wild ride!
I love exploring the oral art of the selfie. It’s an intimate and sensual journey to explore and savor the beautiful male body through the lens of a camera. The thrill of secretly studying and taking in the beauty of a sexy stranger is intense and undeniably hot.