I imagined his intensely sculpted and toned body that I had seen in his selfie, his tight jeans pulled low and revealing a hint of his neatly trimmed pubes. My mind raced with anticipation of the pleasure that awaited as I fantasised about passionately exploring every inch of his hard body and exploring all my deepest desires.
Browsing: selfies
My thoughts turned to a dreamy boy with smooth skin, chiseled abs, and lips that promised pleasure. His selfies transported me into a realm of pure, hot desire, begging to be explored. I thought of all the unbounded ecstasy I could experience, my body aching from the pleasure of touching his tight, toned form. I wanted nothing more than to lose myself in his velvet embrace, to feel his burning ardor against my skin.
He lay there, divinely still, his cock erect, mesmerized as his hands roamed, exploring every inch of his body while his eyes feasted on the nude, searingly-hot selfies of the hottie he had matched with earlier. Lost in rapture, he incited a symphony of pleasure as he stroked himself to the same rhythm of the man on the other side of the screen. This ritual of solo lust was as alluring as Salinger’s prose.
The arousal of desiring him after just a few glances of his selfies was too strong for me to resist. I wanted to stroke his body with my hands and feel his hard, sculpted chest pressed against mine. My fantasies were hot and vivid; I lusted after his lips, tongue and body as I imagined myself soloing it up, jacking off to the self-expression of his burning sexuality and passion.
He pawed eagerly at the screen, tracing the contours of the man’s body as if it were his own. His every emotion lay bare as the man seemed to come alive from the image, radiating pure electricity and raw seduction. His smolder was enough to melt even the coldest heart and his muscled body was a beacon of pure ecstasy.
He watched the sun slowly set between the silhouetted trees and rooftops, and with it came a thirst: a hunger for something more than warmth or shade. In the light of night, he saw himself reflected. The selfies of endless shirtless, broad-shoulders muscled young men flashed in his consciousness like lightning, drawing him in and feeding his desire for the unknown. For the untold story of sex, secrets and impromptu hookups. Fueling his fantasies…
I let my eyes linger on his selfie, eagerly tracing the contour of his body. My fingers itch to caress the curves of his chest, explore his tight abs, and trace the lines of his neck. His gaze sends a tingle of anticipation roaring through my veins, making me ache to feel his touch, his lips, his passion surge around me. I can scarcely contain my desire. A single touch, and I would be gone.
He looked at the selfies and was captivated. Suddenly, he was lost in a vivid reverie, imagining two hot bodies mingling in perfect pleasure as they tasted each other’s wetness and explored forbidden depths of desire. In the end, they found a perfect unity in ecstasy that sent chills of pleasure through them both.
He glanced at his reflection one more time in the mirror, giving himself a suggestive smirk that promised all sorts of naughty possibilities. His sexy selfies had been a hit, just as he knew they would be. Tonight, the desire they inspired in himself and the other men–open, unashamed, real–filled him with an undeniable pleasure. His taps filled with messages and requests for more.
He once saw a selfie from a guy that was truly mesmerizing; the kind of thing that makes your lower jaw drop and your heart race. He pursued the seduction of the ‘selfie guy’, leading to a night that could only be described in the most explicit, erotic and intense language imaginable.