The selfies were alluring, drawing me deep in their suggestive curves. Sexy eyes and pouty lips. A body that yearned for attention. I craved every inch of them, imagining the warmth of their skin, the heat of the moment, as our sweaty bodies tangled in a fire of passion.
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He prefers the selfies with an edge. A hint of stubble, a glint of aggression, a reek of danger. His gaze lingers hungrily over toned skin and taut abs, seeking out the feral secrets that suavely-clad selfies cannot capture. His heart throbs in anticipation of the homoerotic ecstasy that awaits.
The smile of a man holding a large phallus between his hands is orgasmic. He knows it, I know it, and we both know that looking at his big dick selfies fills my mind with a homoerotic journey of erotic pleasure. His power over me, our mutual hunger, our desire to join together in a dance of sex and passion.
He was behind me, pushing himself deeper and deeper. His hips stuttered in their rhythms, his breath a staccato drumbeat on my neck. With a deep, breathless moan of pleasure, I felt every inch of his length fill me. His cum poured into me, and I felt my ass swimming in what seemed like an ocean of bliss.
Heaving with arousal, he pulled me onto the mattress and we fell into a passionate embrace; his lips pressed eagerly onto mine as our stifling moans filled the night air. Our waves of lust broke against each other as we moved in time, skin on skin, hips crashing. As I came undone, I felt myself overcome with pleasure, each stroke more urgent and thrilling than the next. He pushed me over the edge and I screamed his name into the night as I let go.
He kissed Sean softly and caressed his face, then slowly moved his hands onto Sean’s body and he could feel the desire. Sean felt every contour of my body as I moved his hands lower, and it was a beautiful moment. My hands came to his waist and I pulled him closer, and I felt the warmth of his lips as I moved in for a kiss. I started pulling at his belt and then I took his hard cock in my mouth and there I felt his passion come alive.
He moaned as Levi’s massive load filled his insides, heat radiating through him like flames. He was filled with pleasure like nothing he had ever felt before, and knew Levi still hungry and wanting more. They found themselves in a darkly erotic world of their own making: intertwined body, sweat, and pleasure.
He looked me up and down as I undressed for him on the beach; his gaze lingering on my body as I revealed my ‘big dick selfies’ to him in the moonlight. I could feel his desire to have me, and I yearned for his touch. His eyes said it all, and I was ready for a night of unbridled, extreme pleasure.
He stood in the middle of bedroom, shirtless, chest glistening, eyes silently asking for me to surrender. I smiled knowingly and gave myself up, knowing the photos hejust took of his body had seduced me like no words ever could.
The smartphone has become a seductive medium for gay men, not only to capture their own essences within erotic selfies, but also to flaunt their beauty and sexual allure. The art of the selfie is not only about the image, but the ‘story’ it conveys; a narrative of temptation that tempts the viewer and promises to lead them to passionate heights of pleasure.