Merola's Jock: A Flesh Feast

In the dim light of his room, the jock begins his nightly ritual. His hands roam over his muscular body, tracing the lines of his abs, the curve of his biceps. He grows hard, his cock straining against his boxers. He pushes them down, freeing his erection. He wraps his hand around it, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. He starts slow, but his desire builds, and his strokes become faster, harder. He leans back, his body tensing as he feels his orgasm approaching. He groans, his voice deep and guttural, as he comes, his cum shooting out, landing on his chest and abs. He takes a moment to catch his breath, his body still tingling from his intense self-love session.

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