The First Drops of Surrender

His body betrays him, a traitor to his self-imposed celibacy. As he sits, the warmth of his pre-cum dampens his underwear, a constant reminder of his lust. His mind wanders, imagining forbidden acts, untouched bodies, and the sweet surrender of release. His hand moves of its own volition, stroking his length, spreading the slick fluid around his sensitive tip. He's a slave to his desires, teetering on the edge of climax, yet he pauses, savoring the buildup, delaying his gratification in a dance of denial and indulgence.

• masturbation
• pre-cum

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