A hundred rippling abs, oiled chests, and an array of otherworldly cocks that glare with a theatric intensity—all of it bound together by smoldering, hungry eyes that take on the role of main characters in a homoerotic epic. My heart races as I peer into the reflective portals of these desires, wondering at the heights of carnal pleasure they await.
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He holds his phone up, staring into his own eyes; the light glimmering off the edges of the glass against his perfect bronze skin. He runs his index finger along the lower lip of the reflection, feeling his own electricity as his eyes catch the bulge of his jeans between his thighs and the heat of his lust catches fire.
The screen illuminated the pale skin of my self-captured selfie, stark against a blackened sky. I licked my lips, savoring the control I felt in having created this devilish vista. I peered in, entranced by the arousal I felt at the thought of impending erotic revelry.
He searched the room for a reflection of his own desires in the form of a man whose eyes he couldn’t meet. When he found him, it was like a dream come true. Their selfie fantasies became a sensual journey of ecstasy, until the sun dipped beneath the horizon and his head clouded with satisfied bliss.
He smiled and our eyes locked. His gaze was simmering with naughty intent. My heart began to race while I imagined him undressing me, pinning me against the wall and exploring my body with his fingers. I could feel his raw sexual energy radiating through me and I wanted him more than anything else.
My eyes feasted on his hot selfies, my heart fluttering with anticipation. I was mesmerised by his body, the smooth muscles glistening with sweat, his burning gaze full of delicious promises. I could feel my desire rising up, the need to touch, taste and explore every inch of what I was seeing. I had never wanted someone like this before.
Twilight creeps in and I lay alone in bed, fingers idly caressing my body, smartphone in hand. My eyes glide over the selfies of handsome strangers, my mind wandering into my own homoerotic fantasy – a sinfully sweet dreamscape of lust and desire. I let the muscular curves of their torsos, tight abs and curved hips tempt me, as I lay in wait for my own pleasure to consume me.
He stood, posing himself in front of the mirror, taking the perfect selfie. His tight body, taut with muscle, milk white against the black of his low slung jeans. He smiled, my eyes tracing the shape of his lips, the white of his teeth, a hunger rising inside me as I lusted after him.
I felt my heart pounding as I slowly scrolled through his newly uploaded selfies. His broad muscular chest and penetrating gaze were begging me to take a closer look. When I finally clicked on the image and zoomed in, I felt my body fill with desire. My thoughts raced with what he might look like and feel like against me, and all that I could do to make him moan. It was in that moment that I first realized: I was about to embark on a journey of homoerotic ecstasy.
He couldn’t take his eyes away as he explored every inch of his admirer’s chest and abs. His heart raced and his temperature soared. He felt the heat of the selfie love emanating between them. He wanted to taste every delicious curve, so he moved in closer. He wanted to make this moment last.