He felt his cock stir as his fingers gently slid over the teensy bulge in his shorts. His eyes stayed mesmerized on the dream boy’s selfie, and he could feel his skin flush as his mind filled with burning desire. Whatever was going to happen between him and this hot stranger in full centigrade? He wanted to find out, his hunger for the unknown swiftly overpowering him.
Browsing: Dreamboy
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.
I laid on my bed, flipping through the photos my dreams were made of; boyish, beautiful faces, barely peeking through cascading curls. As I reached the final page, my heart raced in anticipation of the suggestion that this gorgeous creature had in store for me. With a quick brush of a fingertip, I was lost in the depths of his burning gaze, swept away to a world of sinfully sweet homoerotic fantasies.
My heart raced, my breath quickening, as his sexy selfie loaded on my screen. His alluring eyes, chiseled Adonis body, and full red lips called to me, tempting me with promises of hot, forbidden gay pleasure. I wanted to explore him and his body, feel his touch exploring me. I wanted to be lost in our forbidden dream of wild desire.
The electric thrill of brazenly scrolling through posts of tasty dreamboy content quickly becomes carnal; I skim tantalising torsos and glistening flesh until I’m a fly ravenously buzzing round a honeypot, enticed by exciting images and voracious for more.