Solitary Sins in the Living Room

The house is quiet, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of the settling foundation. He's alone, as he often is, and he finds comfort in the solitude. He strips off his clothes, letting them fall to the floor, and settles onto the couch. His hand wraps around his cock, pumping slowly at first, then faster as his desire builds. He closes his eyes, imagining the touch of another, the feel of a body pressed against his. His breath comes in short gasps, his heart pounding in his chest as he chases his climax, finally finding it and collapsing back onto the couch, spent and satisfied.

• soloboy

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