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.
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He toyed with the idea of swiping right – not even sure he should. But when he saw that tight, toned torso, smooth strong body and thick, pulsing cock, his pulse raced and fingertips run with sweat. He was hooked. He knew he’d entered a forbidden temple of homoerotic desire, and he was ready to explore.