Jacking Off To Hot Selfies: A Homoerotic Ballet
My hands tremble as they find the keys of my laptop, I must take a deep breath to steady myself before I press play on the music streaming through my earbuds. Soft melodic piano and husky jazz saxophone drive my passions, now I’m ready to begin this sensual story.
I can’t resist the temptation of the selfie I’ve just seen, one that came with a simple message: “come, let us explore.” It takes me to a place far beyond the studio walls – a place where pure erotic energy lives and Jacking Off To Hot Selfies is like a homoerotic ballet.
My heart races as I take my first look at his tight body, his jeans are almost unbearably tight. I can feel the heat of his gaze as I explore every bend and groove of his physique. His tanned skin is smooth and inviting, calls to me through the digital image.
I realize that tonight is a night when I’m not going to simply indulge in pure pleasure, but take myself on a journey through dense hedonistic joy and desperate quests of pleasure seeking. I’m ready to explore the pleasure found in searching and craved after in finding.
This is my night and I’m ready to take it to its sensual, erotic, sexual heights. I close my eyes to better experience every sensation, my cock is hard and ready cover every inch of this young man and I’m ready to dance homoerotically to the music of this millionth jack-off.
Come take my hand, and let’s explore the journey to pleasure, this joyous, wild, homoerotic ballet.
Table of Contents
- 1. Launching Into the Homoerotic Ballet
- 2. The Tantalizing Thrills of a Hot Selfie
- 3. Rewarding Yourself with an Erotic Solo Act
- 4. The Pleasures of Jacking off to a Hot Guy
- In Summary
1. Launching Into the Homoerotic Ballet
I step into the diverse hall of my erotic palace, filled with an array of delightful musings and hot selfies. My eyes search for that one photo that catches my attention. Then I see it. He stands, his body delicately glistening in a thin sheen of sweat. His muscles flex in the lamplight of his bedroom, yet softy enticed by the darkness. I touch my fingertips to the surface of my screen, tracing over the lines of his body. Feeling my heart thumping wildly, I feel the heat rising in my veins. I can no longer resist. Thrusting my hand down, I begin the homoerotic ballet.
My fingers expertly navigating over culturable, hidden sensual places. I open up to his energy, each caress allowing me to journey further and further. His body teems with traces of pure pleasure as my own pleasure surges. I dive deep, exploring his body with intensity as wave after wave of orgasmic sensations ripple through me. I whisper his name into the night, feeling the powerful vibrations in my throat. I continue, my senses alive and energised, my mind spinning. I find sweet release and come undone in the glorious homoerotic ballet.
2. The Tantalizing Thrills of a Hot Selfie
It all started with that single selfie sent to my phone. It was like all my desires and fantasies suddenly became tangible. He had sent it with a single sentence telling me to “make use of it”. The photo showed a perfect body in a yoga pose. As I stared in awe I could feel my hand gravitating towards my crotch. My imagination ran wild and my heart raced as my fingers started to massage my already growing manhood.
The homoerotic ballet that ensued was pure ecstasy. My fingertips softly trailed over the ridges of my veins, occasionally teasing it as if he were playing along. My hips slowly thrust forward, in perfect harmony with the rhythm of my wild moans. I imagined him there, admiring my body and making me feel wanted as I danced under his spell. My head was spinning in a trance-like state as I inched closer and closer to the edge of my own pleasure. With every movement I could feel myself closer to my ultimate destination. It was a heavenly experience that kept me mesmerized throughout the whole night.
3. Rewarding Yourself with an Erotic Solo Act
My fingers trace the contours of my body as if they were wandering along unfamiliar topography, gaining knowledge of the peaks and valleys that characterize me. I’m captivated by the fullness and firmness of my shape. Hands not mine, yet so familiar, follow the curves and valleys of my hairy chest, slim hips and round backside.
My gaze shifts to the computer screen, as I select the hot selfie of the day, and the fiery heat of desire goes through me. I find myself wholly absorbed in this homoerotic ballet I’m engaged in – a solo act performed just for me.
My strokes become more urgent as my object of fantasies’ pin-up tight six packs, broad muscled shoulders, and full lips come to life, as if they were responding to my touch. An ache of pleasure grows in my belly, and before long I’m rocking against my bed, pushing against myself, caressing and thrusting faster and faster as my climax approaches.
My eyes close and every nerve surges until an explosive wave of pleasure takes over me. With one final breath, a euphoric calm washes away all my worries, and I am left with a dreamy thought – I’m the only one who can give me such ultimate pleasure.
4. The Pleasures of Jacking off to a Hot Guy
Getting Started
I take my time when I found a hot selfie of a guy I like. My eyes trace over each defined edge of muscle and indent of skin with confidence and admiration. I slowly devour the photo before me, from head to toe, enjoying every little piece along the way. I store his image and likeness in my brain while I bring my hands down to my growing erection.
I continue my exploration, using the memory of him within my mind. My hand moves around in a slow, deliberate dance. It was almost like an erotic ballet — a creation containing specific steps of its own. I wanted to make sure I concentrated on each heavenly curve and angle, ensuring nothing ever missed my attention. Then I close my eyes and picture him in my head, his smile and aura connecting and intertwining with mine. I’m in a peaceful trance with gripping pleasure. I surrender and eventually succumb to the sweetening pleasure, which takes over my body with the most delicious and conscious orgasm.
In Summary
My story came to an end, my thoughts spiralled and my heart sang at the imagined pleasure of jacking off to these hot selfies. This despairing ballet of temptation was a delicious journey of self-exploration. I left behind a bliss so real I could almost taste it. To taste it fully I now put my hand down my pants, take a deep breath, close my eyes and feel those hot selfies against my skin. I feel my desire swell, my cock harden and surrender to the wonder and ecstasy of my homoerotic ballet.
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