He traced his finger along the soft curves of the muscular man’s body, the salty sweat from his neck beading on his tongue with every kiss. He moved lower and lower, savouring every detail as his hands explored every inch of the man’s body, setting his nerves ablaze with desire. He felt a passionate heat radiating from the man’s cock and surrendered himself to the intensity of the moment. All his senses ignited, he wanted this man more than ever before.
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He loved the way they stared back at him, eager for the exchange of secret, homoerotic desires. He wanted to replace their digital selfies with mutual, intimate kisses and bare flesh quivered with anticipation. The thought of it all made his heart race and his mouth water.
He moved closer, pressing me against the wall as he began to explore my body. His hands were strong and electric, his lips drawing me closer with each moment. I could feel my pulse quickening, each second taking me deeper into a world of homoerotic fantasy as we kissed and explored each other’s bodies. I was in ecstasy.
My eyes roved hungrily over his toned body, his chest rising and falling with every labored breath. His hand slowly crept ever lower, and I could feel that softening of desire heat flooding every inch of my being. I waited in anticipation, barely breathing, until I felt his warm, quivering fingertips trail ever so lightly over my skin. I was naked in his gaze, and he was mine for the taking.
He stood in front of the bathroom mirror, admiring his body, admiring his muscled frame and wide shoulders. His eyes glittered with the anticipation of pleasure as he snapped another selfie, capturing his hard body in all its steaming, sexual glory. Intoxicated with arousal, he imagined his wildest fantasies coming true, letting himself be taken away to a world of intensely erotic delight.
I couldn’t believe it. When his trousers dropped to his feet, and without any underwear in the way, there it was, the monster cock of my dreams, ready to be sucked. I took it in my mouth and licked and sucked it until I could feel his excitement and relished in my own. Every stroke released a wave of intense pleasure as I felt my Daddy’s sex fill my soul with homoerotic ecstasy.
He gazed hungrily at the selfies on his phone, studying the seductive curves of his subject’s body. He felt a sensation of electric heat like a low current of electricity travel through his veins. His heart thudded with desire. He was tempted by the sheer beauty of this unreal vision of perfection and could almost taste the sensation of his skin against his own. The thought of the pleasure to come thrilled him and he was helplessly, erotically entranced.
He was my own personal pretend boyfriend, and I’d write about our night together and commit it to the page. We both shared stories of the passionate encounters we had had and laughed at the silly details that felt so real in the moment; though we hadn’t yet touched, it felt like we already did, thanks to the selfies that I had of him plastered throughout my bedroom.
He stared into the mirror, his eyes tracing the contour of his body as his hands ran the length of his strong, smooth frame. His pulse quickened as the pheromones of his erotic energy filled the air around him, the longing for connection and pleasure slowly taking hold of his body. He felt his own desire and fantasy grow stronger as he lost himself – safe in the satisfaction of his own reflection.
He took out his phone and started flipping through pictures of hot dudes. Each image exquisitely crafted like a finely honed oil painting, arousing his desire with each swipe. Once he found one he liked, he devoured the image with hungry eyes. He wanted to taste and feel every inch of his deliciously handsome prey. With one lascivious swipe, his victim was now an eager participant in the night’s hot homoerotic adventure.