Standing in front of the mirror, my palms were sweating and my heart was pounding. I can see myself, now glistening with sweat–the one in the selfies that I can’t help but crave. My jock obsession has taken control, and I can’t deny my desire any longer. I must take this erotic journey.
Browsing: #GAY
I could feel my pulse quickening as I looked through dozens of cock selfies. The anticipation and excitement of the possibilities was overwhelming. My heart raced and my imagination soared as I stared into the eyes of the alluring strangers who had bared all. I felt myself grow hard as I fantasized receiving each of these unspoken invitations for erotic encounters.
He leaned in close, his lips just centimeters away from mine, and whispered “selfies were made for this.” His breath warmed my ear as he kissed my neck, my heart beating faster as I felt his hand slide down my back. We kissed, passionately, our tongues sliding together in a tantalizing dance of desire and seduction.
His tongue burned with desire, eagerly lapping up the salty taste of the gorgeous man’s body. Holding his head close, he became hypnotized by the sizzle of the moment as their lips fused together in passionate hunger. A race of pleasure pulsed through his veins, and he knew nothing else mattered in that moment but the pleasure of that hot, wet kiss.
His body wanes towards me from the glowing pixelated surface of his selfie, and I’m drawn in by every curve of his silhouette. The heat radiates from my fingertips as my mind grasps every detail. My heart grows heavy with keen desire, as I thirstily take in his existence and fantasize about our potential.
I was transfixed by the imgas of delight before me. His toned and sculpted frame, adorning full and ripe lips and glimmering eyes invitingly. His package, wrapped so proudly in cloth, the very promise of hidden delight. I let out a low, satisfied groan, my mind and body consumed with longing.
He was a handsome face, vivid blue eyes and pouty lips. Like a siren call, the image beckoned me and I clicked. As if starring in one of my deepest fantasies, he began to undress in front of me. With anticipation, I watched his clothing fall to the floor and his arousal grow exponentially. I wanted to taste him, touch him, feel his body as I succumbed to my homosexual desires.
The three loads. Sean craved them. His throat watering with anticipation. Lips slick and moist. Swallowing each one with a wild and feral hunger. His belly swollen with the proof of his manhood given with love and lust.
One non-descript summer night, Sean found himself invited to a naughty threesome with two of the hottest boys he’d ever seen. Soon, his seductive moves enticed them both to let him take control. What followed was a blissfully passionate trio of thrusting ecstasy, until each of them succumbed, spent and satisfied, to a steamy finish.
The pool was a hot, sticky mess of gay man sin – heads thrown back with abandon, shouts punctuating the night air. The sparkling water glistened in the moonlight, reflecting the lust and passion of all our bodies entwined in all-consuming pleasure.