Jacking to Selfies: A Homoerotic Delight
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, gathering the courage to look through this new batch of selfies – the ones that set my inner soul on fire with desire. From the moment my eyes gaze upon the images presented before me, my heart races with a sense of longing and an inescapable craving.
I’m already hard before I’ve even begun, but all the while I’m aware that the mere image of someone that I’ve never met can arouse me to such knowledgable heights. It’s a homoerotic delight, of course, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t my keep my hands off myself when masturbating to the photos of gorgeous guys.
So for tonight, I indulge in my fantasies and fix my gaze upon the plethora of selfie photos taken by some of the sexiest men in the world. Some might call it a guilty pleasure, but I just call it jacking to selfies: a homoerotic delight.
Table of Contents
- 1. Selfies as a Gay Beach Inescapable Voyeur’s Fantasy
- 2. Indulging in the Allure of the Homoerotic Selfies
- 3. Reproducing Erotic Self-Pleasure with Selfies
- 4. Erotic Self-Indulgence: Experiences of an Uninhibited Homoerotic Delight
- To Wrap It Up
1. Selfies as a Gay Beach Inescapable Voyeur’s Fantasy
The beach was warm foliage and cool wave swells. Salty air caressed my skin, sun kissed and golden with desire. As I strolled along I saw a group of young college guys, all with toned bodies and tattoos. Music blared from a few speakers and the laughter and joyful chatter heightened my arousal as I followed their path, my eyes lingering on their beautiful faces and tight buns.
One by one their iPhones came out, snapping selfies and group shots as they continued their stroll along the beach. As my hands began to twitch with mischievous anticipation, I couldn’t help noticing the beautiful curves of their chests and the persistent outline of every glistening muscle.
I crept closer, unable to resist myself any longer and whispered to the wind my desire to be nearer to these scorching hot young men. It was then that I saw it: A selfie that captivated me entirely. His face was glowing with confidence and his body so full of glistening possibilities. I jacked my just-right stiff length as I imagined all the things we could explore.
The waves seemed to beckon me closer, urging me to take him in my arms and ravish his hot, tight body until pleasure took over. The beach became a playground for my homoerotic delight, and I lost all sense of time and space as I soaked up the warm pleasure that emanated from every cell of his body.
2. Indulging in the Allure of the Homoerotic Selfies
Experimenting with the Horizons of Pleasurable Misdemeanor
It all started with a few seemingly innocent double-taps. As I scrolled through my feed, the sight of him made me come to a halt. It was like the echo I heard were banging symphonies. I hadn’t felt this kind of rush since that magical summer night at Kings Cross. His complexion was breathtaking and his midriff an incarnation of a fine piece of art. The photos of him, shamelessly speaking to me in an imaginative and subtle way, inviting me into the depths of his inviting reality. Little did I know I was about to embark on a passionate voyage of unearthed indulgences.
My conscience was telling me I should move along, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away. At any given point, I could have dismissed the thought of even considering the naughty possibilities. But I carried on and closed my eyes in anticipation of whatever came next. I imagined his sweet lips caressing me with tender love, as I pictured scenarios that captivated my every sense. As the moments passed, I felt my head become fogged and my body drowning in the hotness of his selfies. I moved the phone away, gasping for air, only to dive back in; jacking to the allure of his homoerotic selfies.
3. Reproducing Erotic Self-Pleasure with Selfies
Cueing in to the Erection
Once I begin my ritual, I feel a thrill in the anticipation that courses through every nerve and vein. I position my phone and worry it will not capture the image, the moment I hope for. I pull my foreskin back and admire the sight of my engorged penis — an offering to myself and my fellow queers. I push down: the sperm oozing from its tip to the tip of my finger, the faint aroma of my musk, the joy of experiencing something so profoundly sensual and erotic on my own. It’s then I feel the power of my own self-pleasure, the ecstasy of the moment amplified by the selfie of my cock.
The Delight of Whipping Out the Phone
As I unzip my fly and reach for my phone, I know I am ready to indulge. Arousal aroused by the thought of someone out there viewing my masturbatory act with admiration. I am no longer shy to reveal what I normally keep hidden — I will let the picture, the narrative of my genitalia that I curate, captivate. I swipe to the camera and look to the viewfinder, and I see the real size of my boner through the LCD. As I shoot my dick, I apply gentle pressure to its shaft and caress it with just a few strokes — and it is then that I know I am ready to upload the picture and share with the world the bright hue of satisfaction on my face.
4. Erotic Self-Indulgence: Experiences of an Uninhibited Homoerotic Delight
- Arousal through the Viewfinder
I lie back on my bed with a laptop open in front of me. A tempting array of selfies is at my disposal. I take my time skimming through each one and choosing the ones I find most captivating. I savor the images lavishing my entire body in the extraordinary visual waves moving off the screen. My mind begins to wander to all the sizzling possibilities and I am aroused, longingly gazing at the men before me. I move my hands along my body as I become aroused and idolized by the sensational lingerie images. I am in complete unison with the heavenly homoerotic vibes cascading through my veins.
- The Self-Satisfaction Cycle
The feeling within me intensifies as adrenaline projects through me in short sweet spurts and I take in a deep breath as my heart rate accelerates. I am aroused and I move my hand along the length of my body with the self-assurance of someone cruising their own seduction. I then begin my own self-pleasuring, a journey of discovery as I trail my hands across with greater intensity. I reach my peak, hovering on the edge of an earth shattering orgasm. Afterwards, I am left with contemplation on the beauty that is self-satisfaction.
To Wrap It Up
The end is a moment of sweet release—a satisfied sigh as the body and soul come to terms with what has just transpired, a knowing between the reader and the writer. The two of us shared this sexual jolt, this moment of homoerotic bliss, and Jacking to Selfies has brought us from the real world to a world of sexual fantasy. Though we have ended our journey together, I hope you will never forget the pleasure you have experienced. Let us leave each other with one final thought: Jacking to Selfies is a pleasure to be savoured.
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