My heart raced as I explored each photo.The bulges were everywhere, some nestled between muscular thighs, others resting in a firm grasp, all promising something thrilling and forbidden. I could almost feel his heat radiating off the screens, urging me to take the plunge and explore his intimate landscape.
Browsing: selfies
I lay in bed, my sweaty palms clenched as I drank in every inch of the selfie of the handsome stranger. I felt my body stir and shiver, my heart racing, my mind afire with desire and hot gay fantasies. I wanted to be with him in that moment, to taste his lips, caress his skin and explore his body. It was too much ecstasy for one night. I moaned with delight, lost in my own homoerotic wonderland of Salinger-style desires.
He stared longingly at the selfie of the handsome young man. His piercing blue eyes seemed to unlock a portal between the real world and a heavenly paradise of uninhibited gay eros. As a rush of desire raced through him, his heart filled with the despair of knowing that this man was an impossible dream. He’d never taste his sweet lips nor feel his velvety skin against his own. He’d never share the ultimate ecstatic expression of his own hidden desires. He was destined to remain dreaming.
Driving away after the encounter, I knew I could never erase from my mind the image of his perfect shape and form. His cock selfie was my ultimate aphrodisiac; a glimpse of something that should never have been seen – a voyeuristic delight.
He was barely clothed in the selfie; just a flimsy pair of boxers clinging to his taut, muscled body. As I stared lustfully into his eyes, a surge of desire shot through me. His look was pure, unbridled wantonness and I knew I had to have him. We shared a deep passionate kiss as I slide my hands over his body, exploring every inch of his perfection.
He felt his heart beating wildly as his eyes swept across thescreen, absorbing every juicy detail of the hot boy’s selfie. His gaze lingered on the taut skin of the boy’s chest, tracing the lines of the hard body with a hungry longing. His fingertips ached to touch it, to feel the beauty of it beneath them. Suddenly, it was more than just lust — the heat of the desires boiling up within him threatened to consume him entirely.
He slid his tight-fitting shorts down, flaunting his provocative package. He stared at me with hunger in his eyes, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. I felt my heart racing as I traced the curves of his body through his thin fabric. His smoldering gaze sent a wave of heat through my body — and I was hooked.
I can’t help but feel ravenously aroused as I gaze at his selfie – so close, and yet so far away. His well-defined chest and smooth abs might as well be mine as I move my fingers across his body; aching, wanting, needing to feel his sensual, masculine energy caressing me, entering me.
The soft foreign sunlight kissed my face as I opened the door to my homoerotic getaway. In each corner of the room, images of male bodies in various states of undress were hung, their tight skin and defined muscles glittering in the light. It was easy to forget reality and be suddenly submerged in a world of desire. Hot boy selfies filled my vision, making me aroused and eager to explore the possibilities of gay pleasure.
He felt the heat from the selfie as he touched it, a twinge of electricity that traveled through him. He knew he wanted whatever that hot guy had to offer. He wanted to feel his body against his, to taste the sweetness of his eager lips and drift away in a wave of infinite pleasure.