I feel my body tingle as I scroll through the endless supply of hot selfies. My thoughts turn to the possibilities of a night spent exploring the curves of these gorgeous men, the taste of their skin, the dizzying pleasure promised by every smoldering gaze. I can feel my heart racing as my fingers caress the screen, imagining the blissful encounters to come.
Browsing: selfies
My lip twitched in anticipation as I scrolled through the muscle selfies on my screen. Every smooth chest, chiseled abs, and ripped biceps stirred a deep-seated longing in me, tapping into my homoerotic desires. I fantasized about tracing my tongue over every curve and veiny muscle, tasting the salty warmth of his flesh as I devoured him.
I gaze at the image revealed by his selfie; my eyes graze his broad shoulders, ripped abs, and sculpted legs. I shiver with desire and imagine the thrill of running my hands along his body as our lips meet for a passionate kiss. My wildest fantasies become reality as I imagine tasting the tantalizing texture of his hypnotizing skin.
He walked in the room, scanning the crowd while I discretely admired his toned body. He caught me taking a selfie of him with my phone and he smirked a knowing smile. His devilish grin made my heart race and my body grow weak with desire. Our eyes locked and the heat of the moment was on. Jock selfies had never felt this good.
He felt the soft, smooth lips of his crush pressed against his own, letting his temperamental tongue dart in and out journey into an ecstasy deeper than anything imaginable. He felt his breath quiver as the suction on his quivering member granted him an oral orgasm so intense he could feel it in the deepest parts of himself.
He lingered over the selfie, taking in every last detail of the mysterious figure’s body, from the taut muscles of his abdomen to the delicate curves of his lips. His gaze was rapturous, his body trembling, as his longing for the ultimate homosexual ecstasy grew evermore intense. His heart raced, knowing that the journey to the peak of desire was only just beginning.
I press my lips together as I browse each image of his body. His bulging biceps, toned midsection, bubble butt, and, of course, his gigantic cock—it’s more than I can handle. I imagine his passionate embraces, feeling his rough body as our tongues intertwine, as he rides me with fierce stamina. Moaning in raw pleasure, we surrender in the most homoerotic cradle-song.
I slip out of the sheets, stepping closer to the bathroom mirror. My muscles glisten in the soft light, and I take a breath, letting the anticipation fill me as I imagine someone else’s eyes devouring every inch of me. With a few simple poses I make sure every angle is as perfect as it can be, then click the button and I’m no longer just me. It’s me as a work of art.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t captivated and enthralled by the exotic enticing beauty of selfies. The way they awaken your hidden desires, stir something deep within and make you feel like a voyeur. Tints of arousal on my fingertips, I scan each hot boy’s pic and can’t help but imagine all the possibilities of what his body could offer.
I traced my eyes over his smooth caramel skin, fully captivated by his appearance. With a few clicks the reality of my fantasy came to life, revealing his chiseled frame and inviting me to a world of homoerotic temptation. His selfie ignited an unstoppable fire of desire in my loins that only one could quench.