I leaned against the wall, feeling the sound of the clicking camera as my self-love session began. Each selfie sent a wave of erotic stimulation to my core and I tasted the sweet delight of fantasizing about the guys in every photo. As my arousal heightened I imagined my own body finding itself in each moment, freely experiencing the homosexual desire of the selfie dude. An instant snapshot – a homoerotic dream!
Browsing: selfies
A selfie of a guy with a slight smirk, tousled hair, and an unbuckled belt was all I needed to propel me into a state of pure, unmitigated pleasure. Taking my time, I savored each second of my own exploration as I stepped inside my own vivid imagination. My hands coarsely caressing my body in ways I never imagined I ever could, I felt overwhelmed yet energized by the sensations that flooded me.
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.
My heart races with anticipation as I look at the guy’s selfie. I run my fingers through my hair, watching his photo like an erotic movie. His body, his eyes, his lips… what can I do to make this fantasy a reality? I close my eyes and take a deep breath, letting my imagination take over, as I let my desires come alive.
He eyed the photo each time he scrolled, wanting to believe what he saw. Clusters of sweet saliva dripping from his full lips were so inviting, he could almost taste it. His stiff silhouette, ready to be taken to pleasure, practically calling out to him.. His desire to fall into those inviting lips and surrender to the bliss kept intensifying with each pass.
I’d seen him before. Lurking in the shadows of selfies. His muscular frame, his tight-fitted jeans, his broad shoulders, and his piercing eyes. Every time I looked at him, my heart raced and I felt my body tremble with desire. Then, one fateful night, it all came together. Our eyes met and we embraced in a kiss as passionate as the rainbow. In that moment, I knew I was never going to be the same. I had found my homosexual awakening.
He stared at the hunk’s selfie, mesmerized. The sweat on his body glistened and the man oozed carnal hunger, inciting a flame of want in him. His fingers moved, caressing the screen as if tracing the man’s exquisite lines. A deep longing reigned over him, making him crave for a taste of unadulterated pleasure.
A big dick pic could make the staunchest of gay men weak in the knees. It washes away all the stresses of the day, replacing them with fantasies of the big dick owner coming closer and ever closer, clothes falling to the floor until it’s skin on skin and a big, hard dick slides inside.
His look said it all. I wanted him, and he wanted me too. We caressed each other as we grew more aroused, his lips pressing against mine and his hands exploring my body. His touch lit a fire inside me, pleasure overcoming every sense and driving me wild with need. I had never felt so alive.
He felt his pulse quicken as he trailed his fingertips longingly over the sun-drenched selfie of the ruggedly handsome hunk. He felt the raw heat between them as if the picture was electric, sparking to life a steamy scene of desire and need. Licking his lips with anticipation, he basked in its unbounded, erotic glory.