It wasn’t always easy to express my feelings about what I love most — sex between men. But with the invention of the selfie, I was able to finally share my fantasies openly. I take pleasure in creating stories of wild, explicit oral excess, and invite you to join me in my journey of selfie seduction. My tales are filled with the most explosive eroticism and outrageous adventures I can muster. Revel in the joys of intense pleasure and mind-blowing oral exploration — these are stories of unbridled erotic desire and lustful pleasure. So come, step into my world of salacious seduction and unparalleled pleasure. Welcome to Oral Excess.
Table of Contents
- 1. Meandering My Way Down His Throat
- 2. The Increasing Intensities Of His Tongue
- 3. Buried In His Hunger That Never Wavers
- 4. Arousal From His Words I Couldn’t Escape
- The Way Forward
1. Meandering My Way Down His Throat
I felt his warm breath on my ear as I leaned in, lost in lustful resolve. Our mouths collided as he explored my tone with greedy abandon, traveling down my neck with each languid lick. His soft lips melted me under their tepid touch, and I let out an ecstatic sigh as he took my bottom lip between his with gentle cruelty. He gave a low laugh as his eyes flickered with delight, and I shuddered in pleasure as his tongue snaked out to taste me.
It was as if he could sense my need for him, as he began to trace lazy circles with his tongue around my collarbone. I gave a soft moan and melted into him further, as his hands moved to my waist to pull me closer. His breath became more feral, and I sighed in desperation as his mouth trailed down to my chest, sending a trail of sparks across my skin. When I finally felt him search his way along my torso, I gasped with anticipation, and I could feel the heat of his tongue as it meandered down until it found its way into my mouth. I shivered under his passionate assault, every caress bringing me closer to succumbing to temptation.
2. The Increasing Intensities Of His Tongue
He comes closer to me as I anticipate with every motion he makes towards me. His tongue flickers out of his mouth, as if inspired by the tight slit between my legs. I feel the heat of anticipation emanating from my skin as his tongue envelopes me in absolute pleasure. His tongue teases apart my inhibitions and my passions, as if it were discovering new textures and sensations every moment.
The intensity of his tongue increases as I’m taken over by his presence, my desires and dreams all colliding as his lips drive further into my body. I’m lulled by the feeling of his yearning tongue working me into a delirious state of pure euphoria as the pressure escalates, leading up to him fully and finally satisfying me with every stroke. I hear him whisper my name as his tongue gives a final brush of pleasure that sends shivers of delight coursing through me, confirming that I couldn’t have chosen anyone better.
3. Buried In His Hunger That Never Wavers
I’ve been searching for a man as long as I can remember. Whenever I peeked through the bars of my bedroom window late at night, I could faintly make out bodies intertwined in a flurry of passionate embrace. I thought if only I could find my own Romeo, I’d never be alone.
For months I’d spend my nights trolling party halls and seedy nightclubs, never quite finding what I sought in life but craving something more. To strike up conversation became something of a challenge, my nerves betraying me when I dare to speak. I needed more than just a fleeting glance.
But then I found the selfie, a way to reach beyond the confines of my bedroom window and into a world of willing suitors. I quickly became an expert connoisseur of the art of self-expression, drawn to those photos that spoke to me of hunger, of passion, of wanting me in return. And so it was only after I found you, like a spy in the night, that I knew my search had finally come to an end.
You arrived at my door with eyes undaunted, ready to take what you so openly wanted. We said barely a word, lost in a sea of hunger that tore away the protocols of conversation. We spoke in an unspoken tongue, a language of entwined limbs and hungry lips that needed no translation.
I opened myself to you, surrendering to the cravings that had been buried within me. As your lips explored what you found beneath mine, you melted my soul and freed me from the prison of my loneliness. We were no longer two disconnected beings, but one creature hell-bent on expressing an unquenchable desire.
4. Arousal From His Words I Couldn’t Escape
My phone screen glowed with the provocative image of the man from the selfie. His broad shoulders filled the frame and his smoldering gaze drove a spike of desire through my center.
The night before, a single phrase from his text message woke me from a fitful sleep. I hadn’t expected him to be so bold and direct, especially on our first exchange. And yet, it was exactly the kind of thing to excite me so much I couldn’t escape it, even in dreams.
In the morning, I read through his message again, feeling more aroused with every naughty word. My mouth watered at the thought of joining him in his suggestions. His language had combined with my anticipation to turn my body into a living furnace.
His request reverberated in my brain like a siren’s call. I spread my legs wide and slipped two fingers inside, rubbing them around in circles as I succumbed to the insatiable urges coursing through me. I licked my lips and moaned his name, imagining him in my arms, exploring every inch of my willing body.
My hand moved quicker as I imagined all the naughty things we could do together, feeling glimmers of pleasure unfurl throughout my body. I shuddered, my nipples pebbling with pleasure as I reached the peak of ecstasy. I gasped and closed my eyes, picturing his gaze upon me and his impassioned words urging me even higher.
A sudden burst of pleasure washed over me, cascading through my body like gentle waves on a beach. I shivered and allowed myself a few moments of bliss, before slowly coming back to reality. Eagerly, I turned my attention back to his text message, feeling my body respond instantly to the arousing words.
The Way Forward
My “oral excess” tale of selfie seduction was a story of pleasure and liberation in one night of freely expressed desires and urges. I hope I conveyed the ecstatic journey of my underdog protagonist as he explored his sexuality in all its sexually charged glory. As his cravings for more intensified, he indulged in a feast of erotica and carnal pleasure, all enacted under the spell of selfies and oral excess. The reader was invited on a immersive journey, honoring the passionate intensity of his erotic awakening. Hopefully, my story showed the joy of being a proud and powerful homosexual male, reveling in the beauty of self-discovery and sexual pleasure.