He felt his heart beating wildly as his eyes swept across thescreen, absorbing every juicy detail of the hot boy’s selfie. His gaze lingered on the taut skin of the boy’s chest, tracing the lines of the hard body with a hungry longing. His fingertips ached to touch it, to feel the beauty of it beneath them. Suddenly, it was more than just lust — the heat of the desires boiling up within him threatened to consume him entirely.
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I feverishly run my fingertips along the naked body of a dream boy I had been lusting after for days. His perfectly sculpted abs and toned thighs begged for me to touch them, and I eagerly obliged. I can almost feel his heat through the photo as I take in his bulging biceps and lick my lips imagining what our night could bring.
He was the epitome of hot – a muscled chest and arms, his tight t-shirt straining against his biceps, and those eyes – eyes that said he knew exactly what I wanted. I could barely contain my desire as I stared at his selfies, and as I touched myself I could feel my body trembling in anticipation. If only I could experience him in person.
His deep brown eyes were the focus of my desire as I stared into the depths of the selfie, savoring the temptation of that flawless, muscular body. I wanted it wrapped around me, commanding my own body with an intense, homoerotic passion that consumed me.
I close my eyes and imagine our bodies intertwined, our sweaty flesh embracing each other with passionate hunger. His chest heaves, his heart beats with anticipation, while my hands reach for the tight curves of his body. I bite my lower lip and take in his musky scent. I can feel his heat, my desire rising. As I look into his inviting gaze I know my fantasy is only moments away.