He was a walking dream, so beautiful that it made me ache with desire from the first glance of his taut, toned body and tempting cock selfie. I could already feel his touch caressing my skin as his warm lips surrounded mine in an urgent, passionate kiss. I knew I had to have him, and I knew that if I did, it’d be a night I’d never forget.
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He was a temptation I couldn’t resist; his selfie were like a siren call drawing me in. His body was like a sculpture of perfection, his eyes beckoned me closer, inviting me to explore his secrets. I wanted to feel his hands on my body, slipping into me and awakening pleasures I’d only tasted in fantasy.
He craved the selfie, that first electric thrill of desire, the gateway to the abyss of unfettered gay passion. His pulse raced as his mind filled with the image of that caressing masculine body, those rippling muscles beckoning him to consume it whole. He was ready, willing, and eager to surrender himself to its bliss like the sweet surrender he knew awaited.
He stands naked in front of the mirror, one finger delicately tracing the defined lines of his body, as his skin glows in the light. His eyes fixate on the lens of the phone, like he knows I’m there, looking at him… a sensual, homoerotic moment of anticipation as he takes his own selfie. The perfect representation of his sex appeal – for me to keep and enjoy.