Small, Hard, and Hungry: A Solo Act of Passion
Alone in the quiet of his study, a man in his late forties, his body still firm and muscular from years of dedicated gym time, sits down at his desk. His mind wanders, his thoughts filled with the taboo desires that have been plaguing him of late. He unzips his pants, his small but hard cock springing free, already leaking pre-cum. He strokes it slowly, his mind filling with images of young men, their bodies smooth and firm, their cocks thick and long. He imagines their hands on him, their mouths, their tight, young asses. He picks up the pace, his hand flying over his cock, his breath coming in short gasps. He can feel it building, the pleasure coiling in his belly, his balls tight and heavy. And then, with a groan, he comes, his cock pulsing, his cum shooting out, landing on his desk, his pants, his hand. He looks down at the mess, a satisfied smile on his face, his body finally sated, for now.