Solo Boy's Intimate Bathroom Streams

In the solitude of the bathroom, I strip down, the cool air sending goosebumps across my skin. I turn on the faucet, watching as the water cascades over my hand, mimicking the sensation I crave. I lean against the counter, my eyes closed, and let my imagination run wild. I picture a stranger's hands on me, their mouth, their body. My cock throbs, and I wrap my hand around it, pumping slowly. The sound of the water and my ragged breaths fill the room. I push myself to the edge, then back off, teasing myself until I can't take it anymore. With a final, hard stroke, I come, my release painting the bathroom tile.

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