"Who's there to fuck me?" - A Solo Quest

"Who's there to fuck me?" he mutters, his voice barely audible as he props himself up against the wall, his hand a blur on his engorged cock. The room is filled with the scent of his precum, the sound of his solo efforts echoing off the bare walls. He's a ship lost at sea, desperate for a port, but finding only the empty vastness of his own hand. His balls tighten, his breath hitches, and with a final, desperate thrust, he comes undone, his hot seed spilling over his hand, a pathetic substitute for the real thing.

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