The sly curve of his lips called to me, his manhood beckoning. I tugged his pants down with urgency, ripping them off him, and devoured the sight of his hot muscle and hard desire. A deep hunger and feverish lust consumed me, as I ravenously licked, tasted and torn into Dylan’s manhood.
Browsing: identity
My initiation was as primal as it was sensual, and we both trembled with need. I tasted salt and sweat, devouring and taken as an absolute wanton. Heat only I can name. I’d been initiated into the fierce and fevered rite of gay love that night – and Colton was its most passionate master.
He stood before me, the Camera pointing at me, my heart beating fast from the sheer anticipation of obtaining his digital desires. I was ready to capture and explore the forbidden beauty of his body – the muscularity of his chest, the curves of his defined back – and lock it away for a time we’d soon share together. As I pulled the front of my shirt down in delight, I knew that this sin we were about to capture could never be tamed.
He ran his fingers across my bare chest in tantalizing strokes as his gaze lingered hungrily on the reflection caught in the glass. I felt as if the air had shifted, exploding with passionate anticipation as he drew nearer. It was as if I could feel my own arousal in the mirror’s reflection.
His bedroom was a windowless temple of temptation, the walls framed with secret snapshots of hookups. In my dreams, I strip the selfies of these handsome strangers, admiring their options and exploring their desires, letting fantasies bubble to the surface of my own unchecked needs. I embrace the forbidden with every lustful thought, ready to take risks in ways I’d never dare in real life.
He was the jock. I was the loser. But in the darkness of his bedroom, we shared so much more than simple friendship. His touch sending me to new heights of Yearning. Our faces inches apart, my heart holds a secret wish that he sees me as something more than just a friend.
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.
The night air was thick and smelled of sex. Cigarette smoke and musk with a hint of desperation. He crossed the room with a tremble in his step, knowing that from this moment on his life would never be the same. His initiation into the dark but beautiful world of gay sex was about to begin.
He looked so good in his selfie – framed by glossy black hair, a dark v-neck, and that teasing smirk. I felt my heart racing as I imagined what he was really like beneath those clothes. I wanted to know more, to explore the unexplored, to feel our bodies move together in the heat of passionate lust.
The selfies called my name, daring me to swipe left into a vast, unknown world of homoerotic delights. With each tap, a different landscape of salacious exploration spread before me, tantalizing me with its sensual images and stories. I gave in, taking a thirst-fueled tour of unknown intimate landscapes, savoring every taste of the pleasure I discovered.