Solitary Boy's Lewd Lounge

In the dimly lit, empty room, a young man, unnamed but for his lust, stretches out on the worn couch. His hand wanders, tracing the lines of his lean body, pausing at the swell of his crotch. He unzips, freeing his hardening cock, and begins to stroke, eyes closed, lost in his own fantasy. His breath hitches, becoming ragged as he picks up the pace, his other hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently. He bites his lip, back arching as he nears his peak, then collapses, chest heaving, as he spills over.

• jo
• soloboy
• lit

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