He walked in, his butt twitching in the tight jeans, the denim straining against the bulging muscles beneath. I was mesmerized by the sight of him, my eyes devouring his body, hungry for more. His gait was of pure confidence, bursting with boyish allure. I wanted to dive into his bountiful form and never surface.
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His horns out, he looks like a raging bull, a wild creature hot for the hunt, ready to devour my aching desire with a single, searing thrust of his hard, hung jock. A primal craving surges through me and I can’t deny it.
He quickly unzipped his jeans and unveiled a massive member he had been hiding beneath his clothes. It was long, thick, and veiny—a titanic shaft made to make grown men weep in admiration. His huge cock radiated an intense energy that threatened to overwhelm me as I looked on in awe. It seemed to demand to be tasted. And so I knelt down before him in worshipful reverence and opened my mouth in preparation to explore this magnificent phallus.
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.
My gaze lingered, my heart pounded and my desire surged as I admired the hunk’s selfie. His shirtless chest heaved with each breath, so deliciously exposed, my hard-on pushing against my jeans in anticipation. His body called to me, begging me to slide in and explore further, and as I dove into his gaze I knew I wanted nothing more.
His selfie stirred me, the sultry curve of his lips, the blaze of his gaze, the hard muscled contours of his body. Each time I looked, I felt an urgent desire that pulsed through me like wildfire, igniting my blood and shaking my soul. This was more than a visual foxhole. This was a feast for my imagination.
My hand caresses my cock as my eyes dance across the shades and planes of their hot bodies. It’s just me and them – I’m connected to them through the emotion of desire, my imagination fixated on the alluring lines of their form. I can sense the pleasure coursing through my veins as I feel them, virtually.
He hungrily stares at the selfie, pondering the seductive lines of his body and craving the delicate touch of every inch of him. His hands trembling with desire, he dances with the idea of what could be if they were together. A wild, passionate night explodes in his mind and his loins ache with anticipation.
He caressed his own body as he gazed into the eyes of the selfie, imagining the touch of his lips on the cheek, the arms around his neck, and a burning kiss. His body responded as he moved his hands around his body, arousing himself with thoughts of the man in the selfie. It was a beautiful and erotic moment of self-love and desire.
He savored the moment of unwrapping the gift of another man’s selfie. His eyes glimmering with a promise of forbidden pleasure. As he stared at the photo, sweet perspiration gathering on his skin. A wave of longing his only companion as he indulged in a tantalizing fantasy. He felt his skin tingle with anticipation of the journey of pure ecstasy it would take him upon.