He sent me a selfie, a glossy photo of a broad-shouldered, suavely handsome man, eyes dark and inviting. Our already hot connection only grew more intense as I imagined what it would be like to sink into his delicious embrace, exploring the most delicious scenes of our carnal fantasies.
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He ran his finger over the shirtless selfie of the man he’d just met. Blushing, he felt the rush of heat that radiated through his body, his erection pushing out his thin shorts. He had to see more. He needed to feel the man’s skin up close. He needed him naked and now.
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.
I lay in bed, my sweaty palms clenched as I drank in every inch of the selfie of the handsome stranger. I felt my body stir and shiver, my heart racing, my mind afire with desire and hot gay fantasies. I wanted to be with him in that moment, to taste his lips, caress his skin and explore his body. It was too much ecstasy for one night. I moaned with delight, lost in my own homoerotic wonderland of Salinger-style desires.
He lingered, unwilling to be torn away from the invitingly raw image of his lust object, his eyes glued to the cock selfie that brushed his feverish mind with relentless electric desire. His hungry mind was his own fatal playground, as his burning gaze conspired to make love, not war.
He pushed me to the floor and together we tumbled into a world of pleasure. His hands assaulted my body in all the right ways and I was soon panting with desire. His skin felt like silk over my own and soon I was consumed by an urgent passion that neither of us could resist. Together we explored the hottest, most primal desires a man can have, burning with ecstasy.
He reached for the camera, desperately trying to capture his most private desires. The way his body desired another body beneath the sheets, the way his fingers were meant to explore. Every curve of every moment, burning like a slow fire, lit up into a hot night of selfie-taking that would later burst into flame in his chest.
Carter’s eyes smoldered with hunger as he stripped me of my clothing, exploring my body and making me shudder. His firm lips meandering down my flesh, stopping at my most sensitive places. His tongue licked, tasted and devoured me, like fuel unleashing the most passionate fire burning deep inside.
The smile of a man holding a large phallus between his hands is orgasmic. He knows it, I know it, and we both know that looking at his big dick selfies fills my mind with a homoerotic journey of erotic pleasure. His power over me, our mutual hunger, our desire to join together in a dance of sex and passion.
He thought my eyes said it all. Lying in bed, I felt his soft lips around me, exploring, caressing, pleasuring. Groans escaped my lips, the sensations travelling up and down my body in waves of pure ecstasy. I closed my eyes and felt myself rise higher, lost in the breathtaking moment of oral bliss.