He had a dark energy that radiated from his phone, like his sexy selfies were beamed down from another world, and I wanted to explore it. My body hummed with anticipation of what lay beneath the surface. I imagined his perfect body, his delicious kiss, and the pleasure that his touch could bring. I licked my lips in eagerness to journey beyond the revealing images, and into the depths of his homoerotic fantasy.
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Carnal pleasure drips from his smooth, toned body as he rides the wave of lusty culmination. His stiff desire plunging deep inside the meat market cum bucket, his skin tingles with a divine, naughty sensation as every inch of him is indulging in the pleasure of the moment.
I pulled the car in and rolled down the window – a warm draft of damp air and the scent of opportunity greeted me. The night was my playground, its dark limbs stretching to the horizon full of unanticipated delights. Cruiser after cruiser passed me, their eyes lingering for a moment before moving on. I stepped out, my body alive with anticipation, awaiting its fate. This, I knew, was just the beginning of a night of unbridled, passionate gay desires.
My tongue tingled with anticipation as I scrolled through endless selfies of sizzlingly sexy studs, each one hotter than the last. My fingers quivered with excitement as I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what it would feel like to touch, kiss, and caress these delicious pieces of man-candy. My heart raced with lustful desire as I silently whispered “yes” to each and every fantasy I could ever hope to reality.
He was standing there shirtless, his amazing body glistening in the soft sunlight. His face was a picture of desire, and his lips were wet with want. My body quivered at the thought of tasting him, of consuming his salt and sweetness, of that sensual pleasure that would soon be ours. I licked my lips in anticipation, ready to give and receive hot oral.
I’m on my knees worshipping his muscled body, his thing dangling like a luscious monster. His fingers entwine in my hair as I wrap my lips around his big, hard throbbing sliver and begin to lavish his member with my eager tongue.
My eyes darted around the room of hot guys, drawn to their selfies. I wanted to leap into each one, fold my limbs around them and whisper secrets in their ears. I wanted to seize their soul, and explore the depths of our mutual desire. I wanted to seduce my way into their hearts and ignite a passion that burned for both of us.
He looked at the perfect photo: eyes like the sea, sun-kissed skin, a rakish smirk that promised so much more. His desire grew with each passing second, and so did his resolve. He had to reach out and make a connection, to taste that sweet, intoxicating passion, so sensual and forbidden. And, without another thought, he was seduced.
The heat and promise of his lips when we finally met was electric. His selfie, a window into his soul, planted sensual seeds in my eager, lustful heart innumerable times every day. In the bedroom, his tight body filled with endless passion, the whisper of his breath on my skin igniting my body and soul. Electric. Intimate. Explosive.
He looked at me with smoldering eyes, his lips quirking up in anticipation of our encounter. I felt an electric charge, my heart racing as my desire grew. I felt like a criminal, as his strong arms encircled me and my lips pressed desperately against his. It was like fire, our passion burning achingly and passionately through the night.