I slipped into the darkroom, my heart fluttering with anticipation. Two strangers, both armed with a silent fascination for the unknown. Hands roamed and explored in slick, feverish motions, taking us through a night of passionate exploration. The hot sweat that coated me, contrasting perfectly against the cool air. A night of tantalizing pleasure. A night of anonymous gay love.
Browsing: #attraction
The sun beat mercilessly on my skin, a blazing reminder that I was halfway across the world and far away from home. I wandered the streets of Tel Aviv looking for a special kind of trouble. The kind that would make my loins burn and my heart race. Everywhere, stout and hung men with broad shoulders and mischievous eyes stared back at me with a desire as urgent as my own. I had come to the right place.
He wakes up from a dream, slick with sweat, his heart thudding in his chest. He turns to his phone and opens his selfie folder, slowly scrolling through pictures of dream boys. He could almost get lost in their eyes, their toned physiques sending his arousal racing through his veins. “Such beautiful boys,” he thinks, lost in a fantasy of seduction.
Their muscled bodies glistening in the summer sun, their toned torsos promising extreme pleasure. Tight briefs clinging to every contour, revealing the raging passion they hold so dear. Deliciously provocative, Jocks are a feast for the eyes – an alluring temptation to be savoured.
I can feel his heat as I trace his body through my eyes – his taut stomach and broad chest glimmer in the morning light. I dream of what it would be like to feel his body pressed against mine as I tremble with anticipation. His heat consuming me, melting away all inhibition as we explore every inch of each other with wild passion and reckless desire.
Our lips met in a rush of sensuality that sent a wave of pleasure down my back as I grasped the boy tightly to me, as if I could contain the beautiful energy that surged between us. Captivated by his features, I used his own selfie as a tool to ignite the flames of passion, our tongues entwined as the heat rose.
He looked at the perfect photo: eyes like the sea, sun-kissed skin, a rakish smirk that promised so much more. His desire grew with each passing second, and so did his resolve. He had to reach out and make a connection, to taste that sweet, intoxicating passion, so sensual and forbidden. And, without another thought, he was seduced.
The steamy scene suddenly opened before him, and he gasped. Dozens of gorgeous, scantily-clad Adonises paraded before his eager eyes, their toned bodies radiating sexual energy. He found himself drawn in, tantalized by the smouldering glances shared, the pulse-pounding anticipation, and the thrill of carnal knowledge.