The Solace of Solitude

As the clock strikes late, our anonymous masturbator retreats to his dimly lit room, the only sound the soft hum of the city outside his window. His body aches for release, his hand already straying to the bulge in his pajama bottoms. He pushes them down, his thick cock springing free, the air cool against his heated skin. He strokes slowly, his eyes closed, lost in the rhythm of his own touch.

• solo
• me
• late
• soloboy
• nite

• solo_-_masturbation