He pulled out his phone, and quickly flipped through his selfie shots, eagerly anticipating the next one he would post: his own face contorted in pleasure as he lightly laced his gentle fingers around his engorged cock. In a gaze of rapture he committed the image to memory, and soaked in the homoerotic electrification that filled the air. And he couldn’t wait to share it with the world.
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He was a golden God with a lean body, toned arms and a sharp jawline that could cut steel. His selfies captivated me. I could not resist fantasizing about how it would feel to touch him, kiss him, and feel his bulging muscles pressed against my body. His selfies spurred my gay desires to new heights, and I longed to explore them.
He sent me a selfie of his buff body, his piercing eyes and that devilish grin. I wanted him, I wanted to touch every inch of him. I wanted to hear him moan and tap the depths of my soul. I followed him home and we made love in a way that only the two of us could; deepening our connection of gay love and lust.
His eyes raked me up and down, as if he could see right into me. I felt myself grow hard for the first time ever, and I wanted it. Wanted him to do dirty things to me and explore my body. The selfie guy aroused something deep and primal inside of me that I never knew existed.
Sweating and tantalized, my eyes drool over every ripple in his smooth toned muscles. I swear I can feel his heat radiating through my screen as I inch closer and closer to his body like a moth to a flame. I want… no, I need him now. My heart races with possibilities, and my mind journeys to a place of scorching passion.
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He looked at me, and I felt my heart race, as if I had been plucked from the night sky and thrown into a spiral of ecstatic joy. His eyes, his lips, his body – they all begged to be kissed and licked, explored and adored. As I brushed past, I could almost taste the sweet nectar of his skin on my tongue. I knew I wanted this and I wanted it now. I wanted to feel every inch of him inside me.
Sipping on a martini, I pored over the selfies of the hot men on my phone; their agile and toned bodies glistening from the sweat of the gym. I felt my own surging desire to explore and feel every inch of them course through my veins. I imagined our most intimate encounters unfolding before me as erotica and wrote of the intense pleasure of pinning them down as I explored and conquered their tight, willing bodies.
I felt my heart racing as I swiped through the selfies. Each photo fuelled an ever-growing erotic desire and I felt my cock throb in anticipation. I wanted to explore every inch of these beautiful bodies and satisfy a lust that seemed never ending. It was hard to resist the temptation that these hot guys were offering me – a chance to discover a world of intimacy, pleasure and ultimate satisfaction.
He had flawless Adonis-like physique, his smooth, olive-toned chest glinting in the sunlight. My eyes lingered on his slender, muscular body with an animalistic thrill. His tight t-shirt and form-fitting shorts left little to the imagination, and I felt my throat go dry as my gaze wandered lower.
He watched as his fingers gently grazed over the soft cotton of his shirt, skimming down his torso and playing with his belt buckle. With each tug, he felt his arousal grow and his heart pounding with excitement. His mind raced as he imagined all the possibilities that could transpire next – the thrill, the intensity, the ultimate, homosexual initiation.