Stroking Solitude: Uncut Joy

In the quiet of his room, a man, unnamed yet familiar, takes to his bed. His hand, steady and sure, begins its dance, stroking the length of his uncut cock. The room fills with the soft sounds of skin on skin, the scent of pre-cum, and the faintest hint of his own musk. His eyes close, lost in the fantasy only he knows, his breath hitching as he nears the edge. With a final, powerful stroke, he spills forth, his body tensing, release found in the simple, solitary act.

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