His heart raced as he scrolled through a never ending labyrinth of fit, tanned and seductive muscle selfies. His eyes burned and his mouth tasted of sweet, forbidden ardor as he feasted on tantalizingly masculine forms. His hands reached out, aching to touch and undress these forbidden delights. Ecstasy suffused his body, captivating him in a mesmerizing wave of homoerotic fire.
Browsing: selfies
I hungrily feast on the flesh of the hot guy selfies before me, letting my mind spin with a thousand and one ravishing possibilities. His muscled torso and tight abs, eyes smoldering with fire, sharp jawline and porcelain skin – all of these intimate details intensifying the pulsing of my desire as I salivate over him, longing to seize him for my own carnal delights.
His mouth gaped wide with desire as his eyes eagerly scanned the perfectly toned torso, caressing the sight of the big dick throbbing beneath his jeans. He licked his lips, hungry for the night of homoerotic delights that lay ahead.
“My heart raced as I took in his raw selfie. His toned body gleaming in the sunlight, the dust kicked up between us as I imagined his lips on mine, the breeze of our breaths mingling in the air. I let my mind wander, the image stored away in my mind as I envisioned the possibilities of what could be.”
He looked so good in his selfie – framed by glossy black hair, a dark v-neck, and that teasing smirk. I felt my heart racing as I imagined what he was really like beneath those clothes. I wanted to know more, to explore the unexplored, to feel our bodies move together in the heat of passionate lust.
My hands glided over his chiseled body, devouring every bit of his smooth skin. I was almost drunk with desire as I remembered gazing at his abs in that selfie that awoke my raw, deeply-hidden homosexuality. Everywhere I touched, I felt tingles of pleasure. His trembling breaths increased and his breath was hot as our lips finally met in a passionate, erotic kiss. I was completely in his thrall.
My heart lurched as I scrolled through the selfies of hot guys–latin dudes, twinks, gym-jocks with hard bodies and firm bulges―each one more tantalizing than the last, stirring deep feelings within me as I thought about each one. I wanted to linger over them, dreaming of being held in their arms, exploring their curves and taking them in my mouth.
My lips were combusting and my tongue swirled like a firework across his member, feeling every inch of his velvet flesh enveloped in my oral paradise. I had never felt such raw pleasure emanating through my mouth and into my soul. His groans of ecstasy only intensified my own.
I slide my fingers around his waist, my lips seeking his. As they lock, their breaths mingle and our fingers weave together as we explore the contours of our bodies, unleashed in sensual pleasure. I gaze into his eyes and know the night will be filled with breathtaking delight.
He squeezed my biceps as he pulled me closer, and I could feel my muscles tense under his grip. I could smell that delicious musky smell that only a man can produce. His eyes were feasting upon me as if I was a piece of artwork, and I began to melt under his stallion-like gaze. We both knew this was leading somewhere; somewhere beyond just muscle worship.