His Hand, His Haven

The room is dim, the air thick with anticipation as Countryboync83 closes the door behind him. He's alone, and the weight of his solitude presses down on him, but he finds comfort in the familiar. His hands, eager and curious, roam his body, tracing the lines of his muscles, the curve of his hips. He hesitates at his cock, feeling it pulse with need. With a deep breath, he frees it, marveling at the contrast of soft skin and iron hardness. His hand wraps around it, a tight, warm fist, and he begins to move, slow at first, then faster, his body tensing as he chases his release. The room echoes with his ragged breaths, his hand moving with increasing urgency until he finds his climax, his body shaking as he spills over his hand.

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