The salty ocean breeze whipped at my face as I strolled along the boardwalk. A stormed of sinful thoughts rushed through my mind as I pondered the wild adventures ahead. Taking a deep breath, I sauntered into a gay bar that promised hot, steamy fantasies of decadent pleasure. Just one night in Puerto Vallarta was enough to unravel any pre-existing inhibitions.
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With his shirt off and a smirk on his face, he was beyond heat. My mouth already watering at the thought of being with him, I slowly undressed and moved closer. I could feel the electricity in the air, my heart racing faster and faster for this forbidden act. I wanted him and he wanted me, and together, we finally became one.
He licked his lips as he beheld the selfie of the gorgeous young man, shirtless and proud, posing for the camera with his sizeable, thickly veined cock unashamedly on full display. Mouth watering with wanting, he imagined all the loved he could lavish on it, pushing it past its limits until both of them were numb with pleasure.
He searched the room for a reflection of his own desires in the form of a man whose eyes he couldn’t meet. When he found him, it was like a dream come true. Their selfie fantasies became a sensual journey of ecstasy, until the sun dipped beneath the horizon and his head clouded with satisfied bliss.
I can feel my heart pounding, my palms sweating, and I ache with desire; raw, insatiable sexual appetite surging through my body as I ogle each muscle-bound man, ogling their stunningly sculpted bodies. Feasting my eyes on strength and riveting sex appeal, my gay fantasies spring to life, and I’m left captivated by delicious and often kinky thoughts of the night to come.
He stood at the picture window, backlit by the sun that danced between the black outlines of his tall, chiseled frame and the white, lacey curtains behind him. His body glowed like an erotic mural that I wanted to trace with my tongue. I wanted to undress him, to lay him down and explore his body until we both were spent.
He was a tall glass of water that quenched my thirst. His tight body an invitation to get lost in his embrace, in a haze of passion. His sweltering selfies fuelled my fantasies, seducing me to take the dive and explore his irresistible form.
He ran a rough thumb over the glossy photo, pressing the contours of the hot, tattooed man’s taut abs and thick chest, imagining the feel of the smooth skin beneath his fingers and the heat of the man’s body against his own. His heart raced, and as he took in every detail of the selfie, he became more aroused, his excitement rising along with his desire.
His gaze fixated on the selfie of the handsome young man, and the images that it evoked sent a thrilling shudder down his spine. His fantasies ran rampant as the man’s muscled body awakened a raging desire in him, and his heart raced in anticipation as his mind imagined all the possible homoerotic pleasures they could share.
My eyes followed the path of every smoldering muscle subtly undulating along his toned, sun-kissed skin. His gaze met mine through the glossy screen and it felt like a siren’s song. I felt something stir inside me like the winds of a storm rising on the horizon. I wanted to touch every inch of him and feel his body trembling in my grasp. To share in the sweet agony of exquisite physical pleasure as we surrender to each other.