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Fantasizing Over His Selfie: A Homoerotic Journey

The darkness of night had already fallen, causing a chill to fill my bedroom. I was scrolling through my phone, my eyes focused solely on one image: the profile picture of a young man I had met the day before. His perfectly round eyes, slender nose, and full lips were looking up at me from the photo, and all I could think was, “Wow – he’s gorgeous.”

I felt my heart skip a beat as I imagined what his body must have looked like beneath his clothes. I allowed my eyes to wander freely over his body, taking in every detail – the strength of his jaw, the swirl of his curls, and the curve of his mouth. My breath caught in my throat as the thought of his lips pressed against mine filled my head.

The vivid image excited me, and I know my breathing had quickened and my skin tingled in anticipation. I took a deep breath and my thoughts shot back to the past: a frenzied night of passion and pleasure that had started with just a single, innocent selfie. The flashing of my screen brought me back to the present – and I felt my hunger surge through me, begging to be fed my next Homoerotic Journey.

Table of Contents

• 1. Charting His Abs and Pecs
• 2. Fantasizing a Lover’s Kiss
• 3. Undressing His DENIM Ripped Jeans
• 4. Desiring the Peak of His Erotic Joy
• In Retrospect

1. Charting His Abs and Pecs

My gaze was stuck on his selfie, studying the dunes and steeples of his firm muscled abdomen sweeping up and down, up and down. His six-pack ripped into eight identical golden orbs – their sheen waxed by some unseen sun. My eyes combed downwards, tracing the canyon between his two bulging pecs, their heavy symmetry rising and falling, testing the strength of his taut skin.

Pulled in by his perfect specimen of a body, I was suddenly overwhelmed by a heady mix of desire, lust and admiration. His muscled contours were familiar, yet alien – I wanted to touch and feel every Brancusi-esque sculpture of the man before me. Sinking deeper into the depth of my feelings, I imagined taking him into my arms and slowly running my hands across his body – skimming over the knolls and groves of his body, exploring and rejoicing in every inch of him. In my fantasies, his skin feels hot and strong, his muscles reacting to my touch as fire runs through them. Every angle of him sends a thrilling jolt of electric energy through me – his body undulating in time with mine, his chest swaying back and forth in complete union.

2. Fantasizing a Lover’s Kiss

Kissing His Lips

The thought of his lips on mine sends a delightful shudder down my spine. My mind swirls with rousing desires as I imagine the perfection of his tongue caressing my own in a slow, tangled embrace. His movements are rhythmic, soft, and tender, as if he is carefully, thoughtfully exploring every inch of my mouth. His heat radiates from him, sending a wave of sweet sensations down my body. I can’t help but be utterly entranced by the intimate dance he leads.

Fantasizing His Touch

My imagination takes me away to a place of pure bliss as he slowly begins to kiss his way down my neck. His lips, his breath–they consume me. I let out a long, tuquois sigh as his hands skillfully wander down my body and onto my hips. His gentle pressure as he guides his hands along my sides is enough to make me moan with pleasure. Each caress coaxes out the desire within me until I’m begging him to take me over the edge. I can almost feel the electricity of his touch pulsing through me.

3. Undressing His DENIM Ripped Jeans

As my eyes pore over his shirtless selfie, I imagine his body slowly inching closer to me until I feel his hot breath on my skin. L O V E. The rise and fall of his torso mesmerises me, demanding attention to its rippling contours in the soft light of my bedroom. My hands lift and rest on his denim ripped jeans, feeling the rough edges of his distressed look, contrasting against his delicate skin.

A shiver of intimacy runs down my spine. I slowly refocus my gaze, noticing the upward thrust of his bulge as I tantalise and tease my fingers, unbuttoning the zipper. His jeans slide off effortlessly, revealing the secrets that lied beneath. The ultimate pleasure is in captivating his gaze, imagining we are the only two people in the world that matter. My lips searching for his. My hands exploring his body. His hips swaying hypnotically. I can’t wait to undress the denim off my object of desire.

4. Desiring the Peak of His Erotic Joy

Steamy breath escaped my mouth as I moved my burning gaze across the sweet intoxication of his selfie. It was an alluring picture that sent my carnal instincts into overdrive.

My imagination went wild as my fingertips traced the contours of my swollen lip, my desire surging and building like a steady beat. I hungered for the succulent touch of his soft lips against mine and the thrilling sensation of his around me.

The tightness in my loins was a sheer indication of the fire raging inside me – a fire that could only be soothed by musky encounters with a stranger’s body. Our bodies melding as one in a searing tango of sensuous bliss and carnal desire would lead us both to the beautiful peak of our erotic joy.

• The overwhelm of pleasure spreading like wildfire across our heated skin.
• The growl of passion that escaped my throat like an animal howling at the moon.
• The dizzyinghigh of his classic scent that enriched my lungs.
• The electricity shooting through me as his sculpted body moved against mine.
• The roar of pleasure that resonates through me with each stimulating stroke.

Our conversation spun faster than we could erect the walls of caution around us, and before long we were lost in our own raw bewitching atmosphere of uninhibited sexual exploration. I could already feel myself giving into stormy waves of ecstasy, enthralled by the idea of him.

In Retrospect

As I put down my pen after yet another hot and steamy session of writing about fantasizing over his selfie, I felt a slight rush of pleasure through my body. The words I had just written were raw and intense, yet alluring and titillating at the same time. I could almost feel electricity passing between my fingertips and the piece of paper, as I had unlocked the secrets of what happens when a young gay man sees a picture of his dream guy. I could feel the homoerotic energy emitting from his photo and the way it made me feel aroused and deeply satisfied. The journey of fantasizing over his selfie had been an intensely satisfying erotic experience and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.