Late-Night Solo Surrender
The house is silent, save for the soft ticking of the clock. Our insomniac protagonist wanders to his bedroom, his cock already hard from the erotic thoughts plaguing his mind. He flicks on the bedside lamp, casting a warm, inviting glow around the room. He sprawls out on the bed, his hand immediately going to his crotch, rubbing the fabric of his pajama pants. He can feel his cock pulsing, eager for release. He pushes his pants down, his cock springing free, hard and ready. He wraps his hand around it, his grip tight, his strokes firm. His body responds, his hips bucking, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He can feel it building, the tension in his body coiling like a spring. With a final, desperate stroke, he comes, his cum shooting out in long, hot ropes, painting his chest and stomach.