Solitary Ecstasy: A Morning Masturbation Ritual

In the quiet of his room, he sits back on his bed, legs spread wide, his hard cock tenting his boxers. He pulls them off, freeing his rigid length, and begins to stroke, his eyes closed, lost in his fantasy. His other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently, before trailing lower, teasing his taint, his hole clenching at the promise of pleasure. He picks up the pace, his strokes faster, harder, his breath coming in short gasps. He can feel it building, the tension coiling in his gut, his cock throbbing. With a final, desperate stroke, he comes, his cum shooting out, landing on his stomach, his chest, marking his solo triumph.

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