The pleasure of it was overwhelming. With each passing moment I grew more aroused, my body trembling with delight as I rubbed the hard length of my dick, my eyes fixed on the sexy selfies that lit me up like wildfire. Sweaty and breathless, I was lost in that moment of pure ecstasy, my body straining toward orgasmic bliss.
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My breath intensity increased as I stared hungrily at his body in all its brilliance. His tight jeans hugged his toned backside, and I could feel my cock swell as my mind raced through the vivid images of what he and I could do together. I longed to reach out and caress the spark of desire in his eyes as I explored every inch of his body.
My tongue tingled with anticipation as I scrolled through endless selfies of sizzlingly sexy studs, each one hotter than the last. My fingers quivered with excitement as I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what it would feel like to touch, kiss, and caress these delicious pieces of man-candy. My heart raced with lustful desire as I silently whispered “yes” to each and every fantasy I could ever hope to reality.
He cupped his hand around the swell of my groin. I melted as he rubbed my growing desire, feeling its heat through my jeans. He gently grazed his fingertips down my chest, tracing each promise of pleasure until I could no longer stand the anticipation. With a look of want and need, I let my clothes drop to the floor.
He felt his pulse start to race as he feverishly clicked through the digital gallery of selfies–each one more tantalizing than the next. He imagined himself as the object of each photo’s searing gaze, seducing himself as if he were the stars of these sultry pictures. The fantasy was intoxicating, and the joy of his own pleasure was unstoppable.
He lifted his phone, posing with one arm in the mirror, taking the perfect shot. His thighs were firm, his boxer briefs tightly hugging his package – a big, hard dick just begging to be shown off. His heart raced with the thrill of exhibitionism, and the anticipation of the pleasure it could bring.
He unbuttoned his jeans and moved closer, his breath warming him as he exhaled. He cupped my face in his hands, kissing and licking my body. His tongue felt electric as it explored my wetness, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I moaned in delight as our bodies locked together, lost in a blissful, homoerotic rapture.
My breath catches when I look at his picture, his big dick standing proudly as he snaps the selfie. His eyes twinkle and I feel my stomach flutter. His thick, veiny shaft is the stuff of every gay man’s fantasy. All I can think about is getting my lips around it, licking every inch and savoring every drop of his hot cum.
Slipping off my shirt, I strolled around in my shorts, shooting myself in the mirror and loving my body. He was all I could think about. I wanted to be ravished–his hands were rough but gentle, and his lips incredibly talented. His kisses drove my hunger, I couldn’t wait to explore him.
He stands before me, the ultimate object of my desire. His torso is taut and well-toned, his smile is mischievous yet inviting. In that moment I see my wildest fantasies unfold, my aching heart yearn for more of his passionate touch, and my soul cry out for union to this perfect being of beauty and grace.