My heart beats a wild rhythm as I search eagerly through the sultry selfies of hot, testosterone-filled boys. Each tantalizing photo unleashes a vivid new fantasy in my head, of caressing hands, exploring lips, racing tongues, and hard, deep thrusts. Their muscled bodies drawing me in, begging to be explored. Each selfie a new gateway to a thrilling realm of dark and sensual possibilities.
Browsing: Self Expression
Sliding his phone out of his pocket, he scrolled to the folder of muscle selfies and felt a pleasant stir in his loins. His eyes widened at each new snapshot – the firm pecs, the broad shoulders, the ripped abs – and he felt a growing heat in his body. Away from the ordinary and into the extraordinary desire of an erotic homoerotic realm.
The smartphone has become a seductive medium for gay men, not only to capture their own essences within erotic selfies, but also to flaunt their beauty and sexual allure. The art of the selfie is not only about the image, but the ‘story’ it conveys; a narrative of temptation that tempts the viewer and promises to lead them to passionate heights of pleasure.
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.
His selfie stirred me, the sultry curve of his lips, the blaze of his gaze, the hard muscled contours of his body. Each time I looked, I felt an urgent desire that pulsed through me like wildfire, igniting my blood and shaking my soul. This was more than a visual foxhole. This was a feast for my imagination.
He stared at the selfie, mesmerized by the image of the stranger. His shirtless body held an enticing power as it seemed to ripple in front of the glass. He bit his lip as he ran his eyes over every curve and ripple of chiseled perfection, his desire burning hotter with every second. The pure, homoerotic desire he felt for a man he had never even met seemed to consume him.
My eyes take a dangerous dive deep into the depths of desire as I undress him with each errant exchange. My desires are hot, electrifying, and raw. As I take in his body, his soul, my own become one with his. Our breaths merge and I find myself lost in the sheer pleasure and joy of him. Our surrender to the moment – naked, vulnerable and open – evocative of our finest fantasies. Will I ever be able to forget his voice trailing off into delicious nothingness?
He leaned in close to me, hooking his thumbs in the sides of my jeans and whispering in my ear, “let me show you what I can do when I see hot guys in their selfies…” His dark eyes smoldered, his lips twitched and I felt my insides quiver as I braced myself for the pleasure that was about to be unleashed.
My gaze was locked onto his beautiful body, drawn to the curves of his waist, the swell of his hips, and then further still to the magnitude of his toned, sculpted chest. His eyes found mine and in that moment, I felt my wild self taking over; I wanted to know every inch of what lay below his denim shorts.
I can’t help it, I’m obsessed with selfies. Searching for the perfect one drives my desire; a tight body, smooth skin, wide eyed staring directly at me. When I come across it, that’s all I can see and all I want- nothing else matters. In that second, lost in myself, my gay desires pulse through me.