I wanted him then more than ever, to have and to hold however he wanted to. I wanted to cup his face in my hands and revel in his beauty. I wanted to join him, be one with him and feel the same kind of pleasure, Grimes for grimes, skin for skin.
Browsing: homoerotic
He began to rub his swollen member as his eyes grazed over the ripped muscle and rounded pecs of the selfie he was fixated on. His breath quickened as he felt his pleasure begin to build, causing his fingertips to run a little faster until sparks of electric pleasure shot through his body. And he closed his eyes to savor the moment of his own brand of homoerotic adventure.
He wanted me and I wanted him. His skin glowed in the sunlight streaming in from the window, and I felt my own desire swell with the anticipation of the seduction to come. Our eyes met, a silent invitation and we both knew what was coming next. Our clothes flew off and we became lost in each other’s arms. We were intertwined, exploring and tasting, pushing each other to the edge of pleasure. The selfie had been seductive, but now it was time to take it to the next level.
He strolled into the club, a sleek Adonis, reeking of raw sex appeal. His body was tight, pumped like a prize fighter’s, and his swagger was an erotic promise of pleasure. His gaze panned across the room, stirring desire in even the most tattered and cynical of hearts. He had come to slake his primal urge and, as always, his call would be answered.
He layed me down and pushed me against the gritty brick wall of the alley. His hands feverishly explored my body with a wild passion. His lips took ownership of me, like I was the only thing that mattered in the world. I felt alive for the very first time, and I never wanted the feeling to end.
The azure waves crashed against the white sand shores of Puerto Vallarta, a homoerotic gem in the Riviera Nayarit region. As I took it all in, my heart soared as I felt the emptiness inside me fill with lust and desire. I’d come here for a taste of ultimate gay carnal pleasure, and it seemed Vallarta was going to deliver. I was ready for my odyssey.
He opened the envelope, and by the faint light of his bedroom, the most beautiful set of nudes of a man he’d ever seen emerged. At first glance, it was the come-hither expression that unwillingly selected him as its focus. Then suddenly, as if magnetically drawn, there he was: sucked in to the seductive allure of the man’s energy and sultry curves emanating from the photos. His own body involuntarily reacted to the sensuality—a dance of desire that felt both natural and necessary.
He started jacking off to selfies of hot guys. He was mesmerised by their beauty and aroused by their passionate eyes, as he imagined what it would feel like to have them pressed against him, skin to skin. He imagined their bodies grinding together in a beautiful and homoerotic ballet of pleasure.
“His shirt was half-unbuttoned, pants barely draped over his hips, revealing a lithe body that begged to be touched. Strawberries and cream I thought. I wanted to run my mouth over every inch, taste the salty sweat on his skin and feel the heat between us. He wanted me, I could feel it. I wanted him too.”
He sent me a selfie of his buff body, his piercing eyes and that devilish grin. I wanted him, I wanted to touch every inch of him. I wanted to hear him moan and tap the depths of my soul. I followed him home and we made love in a way that only the two of us could; deepening our connection of gay love and lust.