Solace in Self-Touch

Alone in the dimly lit room, the young man finds solace in the simple pleasure of his own touch. He slowly strokes his hardening cock, his breath hitching as he imagines a pair of soft hands instead of his own. His body responds to the fantasy, his strokes becoming more urgent, his grip tighter. The room fills with the sound of his hand meeting flesh, the scent of his precum filling the air. He lets out a low moan as he feels his orgasm approaching, his body tensing as he spills his load onto his stomach.

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