John was a young man with an insatiable hunger for selfies hot bodies and the energy they stirred up in him. Everywhere he went, he had his smartphone in hand, eagerly hunting down the most tantalizingly sexy images of the hottest gay guys he could find.
Though, sometimes his search felt hopeless. He scrolled through hundreds of blue-tinted pictures; sometimes to find that none of them quite danced with his desires. Then, a glimmer of hope broke through; a photo that seemed to call out to his soul, sending a jolt of electricity through his fingertips. John thought it was love at first sight.
He would eagerly examine every detail of the photo, admiring the ridges and curves of the beautiful man in the selfie. Masculine jaw lines, strong chest and toned body, hypnotic eyes – they filled up his mind and imagination, until he could no longer deny the hot desire it stirred up in him. He was a thirsty man, and only one thing could quench his thirst and satisfy his need…a hot hookup with the gorgeous man in the selfie.
Table of Contents
- 1. Peeking Behind the Mask of the Selfie
- 2. Exploring His Erotic Desires with Selfies
- 3. Taking It to the Next Level – Crafting an Unforgettable Experience
- 4. Feeding His Thirst for Selfies with Passion and Imagination
- To Conclude
1. Peeking Behind the Mask of the Selfie
A Handsome Stranger on the Subway
The train screeched to a stop and I found myself standing shoulder-to-shoulder with a handsome stranger. The heat radiating from his body as he edged ever closer ignited an excitement within me. Every breath he took, my chest swelled with excitement and my skin flushed with anticipation. I gulped down my inner desires, but my eyes couldn’t temper their hunger to explore the slim curves of his body, hidden beneath the folds of his clothes.
At the same time, I saw the stranger was peeking at dark secrets beneath my own clothing. I saw each time his gaze grazed against mine, his eyes alive with an unquenchable thirst.
We all had secrets and his was revealed through a single selfie. It excited me in ways that words cannot fully express. Even as his body stepped off the train, he left an impression on me that still lingers. Though knowing I’ll never see or speak to this stranger again, the power of the moment will never release me from its spell.
- Dreams of the selfie
- Hidden desires in a single glance
- The thrill of fleeting passions
2. Exploring His Erotic Desires with Selfies
An unquenchable thirst for selfies consumed me as I opened his latest profile: Grillz_24. His captivating gaze in the picture was almost too much to handle, his mouth producing a subtle smirk, like he had a tantalizing secret he was just dying to share. I allowed myself to become captivated, my imagination running wild.
A tingle of adventure crept up my spine as I began to explore his imagery, working up to the sexiest shots while I clicked through his pictures. I found myself softly biting my lower lip, my palms moistening with sweat as my hunger began to grow. Soon I came across a headless selfie as he posed in front of a mirror, his sculpted body barely containing the steaminess radiating from within. Was this a real man or some kind of dream? My heartbeat began to race as I savored every detail- the way his nipples poked through the tight fabric of his hottie tank top, the bliss as his hands trailed down his stomach and between his legs, cupping his package like a sacred offering. Like a misguided angel, I found myself drifting closer to the edge of temptation.
3. Taking It to the Next Level – Crafting an Unforgettable Experience
Taking off his jeans and briefs in one swift movement, he revealed his package to me. His entire body seemed to have been crafted from stone. His abs were rippled like the shoreline of a private beach, his stomach flat and toned. I felt my mouth involuntarily salivate as I stared him up and down, his skin glistening in the low lighting of the bedroom. I grinned and stepped a bit closer, trailing my fingersoft downform his throat over his pecs, his tips hardening asstroked them.
Icould feel the heat emanating from his body as stroked further down towards his hips and then continuing farther south. He took a sharp, shaky breath as I lightly trailed my fingernails over his shaft, teasing him before I finally dove in and wrapped my mouth around him, eagerly tugging and gently sucking. He leaned back against the mattress and his eyes filled with an intensity that I hadn’t seen before and I savored every moment. He groaned as he grabbed my hair, gently guiding my lips up and down along his length. His breath grew quicker and deeper, and I swore I could feel his pulse pounding against my tongue.
I felt him tense and knew that he was almost there. I picked up my pace, pressing my body against his as he finally reached his climax and called out my name, gripping the sheets of the bed beneath him. I smiled against him, pulling away and laying down next to him. Smiling as I cupped his face in my hands, I kissed him passionately as his breathing slowly returned to normal, our encounter truly quenching his thirst for selfies.
4. Feeding His Thirst for Selfies with Passion and Imagination
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I saw him standing there, clutching his phone tightly, an eager, almost impatient expression on his face. He had opened the app I had suggested, the one with all the hot selfies, and he was scrolling through them hungrily, almost salivating with desire. He skipped past one photo and lingered on another, his eyes moving slowly and soaking it all in. His hands shook a little, betraying the hunger that was overwhelming him. He wanted to devour every detail of every photo until there was nothing left unexplored.
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I moved closer, standing just behind him, and lightly touched his arm as I did. He looked back at me, his eyes bright and his lips parted. I could feel the heat radiating off him. I knew what he wanted and I was more than willing to provide it. I drew him closer and kissed his neck as he continued to scroll. His breath was coming faster and his hands were trembling more than ever. I could tell this was going to be a night he would never forget.
To Conclude
He lay there, resting contentedly, having quenched his thirst for selfies. His feverish obsession — at least for today — had been appeased. But still, he was left with a tiny seed of longing still lingering in his heart; a longing for something more, something eternal in its expression. Until then, he was content to yearn and fantasize, living out his erotic fantasies through the strings of letters that he arranged and rearranged so he could dream of the multitude of possibilities, and the various shapes, sizes, and forms of the men in the selfies that haunted him.