Gauntlet of Solace
In the quiet of his room, a lonely soul seeks solace in self-pleasure. The young man, clad only in loose boxers, runs a hand through his disheveled hair, his eyes heavy with desire. He pushes the fabric down, freeing his hardening cock. It bobs gently, slapping against his abdomen. He wraps his hand around it, feeling the velvet smoothness of the skin, the steel hardness beneath. He strokes, his rhythm steady, his grip firm. His other hand wanders, teasing his nipples, tracing the lines of his abs, cupping his balls. He leans back, his eyes closed, losing himself in the sensation. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his breath coming in short gasps. With a final, choked moan, he comes, his body jerking as he coats his hand and stomach with his hot, sticky seed.