As I scroll through the selfies of these beautiful men, I am overcome with a passionate fervor. I am brought back to my own sexual instances, exploring and satisfying my own carnal desires. My thoughts linger to the idea of taking each of these gorgeous specimens into my arms and experiencing utter bliss. Men’s beauty is a powerful aphrodisiac, propelling my own sexual hunger in a thrilling fashion.
Browsing: #beauty
My heart fluttered as he looked my way with such intensity. A look of burning desire – the kind only a gay twink can wield so craftily – pierced my soul and I wanted nothing more than to feel his lips on mine, his body against mine, and our hearts racing in time with one another.
Berlin, the capital of gay culture. In summer, my nights were captivated by hunky shirtless bods at clubs, by heavy flirting at parks and by secret encounters in shadowy corners of bars. The beefcake rubbed off on my skin to a soundtrack of bold synthesisers and contagious beats. In Berlin, every night was a never-ending pleasure – I didn’t even notice when morning came.
He shook, his face flashed with intensity and before I knew it, he unleashed his explosive gift over me. His salty spurts caressed my face and cascaded down my body like raindrops of the most exquisite bliss. With each beat of my heart I was transformed in this sudden pleasure filled gift, forever replaying in my memory the unforgettable divine pleasure of his face.
He arched his back and braced himself against the sheets as the full force of pure, visceral ecstasy flooded his body. His eyes closed in rapture, lips open in silent pleasure, and forehead beaded with sweat; a piece of erotic art that surely could have been painted by an angel.
He stared at the selfie, mesmerized by the image of the stranger. His shirtless body held an enticing power as it seemed to ripple in front of the glass. He bit his lip as he ran his eyes over every curve and ripple of chiseled perfection, his desire burning hotter with every second. The pure, homoerotic desire he felt for a man he had never even met seemed to consume him.
He stood in the photo frame like a fully loaded pistol, ready to ‘trigger’ my desires with his sly smile and come-hither gaze. His smoldering selfie was a virtual lip-lock as neither of us could resist its seductive pull. I felt my cock swell with anticipation as my mind wandered to how his lips would feel on my skin. A perfect selfie, hinting at a perfect night.
He gasped as my cock filled his mouth, his cheeks inflated and then quickly released in a cascade of pleasure as I erupted, spilling my semen across his face in a sticky mask of pleasure and remembrance, his tongue lapping up my essence, as he greedily consumed the source of our shared pleasure.
He stepped back and looked at Jayden’s smooth flesh, full of temptation and dripping with desire. He ran his hands over Jayden’s body, feeling the heat rising from his skin. He whispered in Jayden’s ear, “Let me go beneath your skin and explore your darkest depths.” When Jayden lay still, he slowly maneuver himself closer and deeper, pushing the boundaries of pleasure into a realm of pure bliss.
He lay there in all his sexual glory, bathed in the morning sun’s embrace, a tantalizing feast for the hungry eyes of every gay man. His skin glistening, his muscles tight, and his very manhood a thing of desire and natural beauty. I longed for a taste of that salty nectar that flowed between us, to experience his warm embrace, to taste that forbidden fruit that only he could provide. The ultimate seduction of a hot guy’s selfie.