Unsheathed: A gay man's primal need

In the dimly lit room, a man's hand wanders, his breath hitching as he grasps his stiffening cock. The word "gay" echoes in his mind, a mantra of his pent-up desire. His body aches for touch, for friction, for release. He strokes himself, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. His mind races with images of strong, masculine forms, of hot, wet mouths, of tight, eager holes. He's a man on the edge, driven by raw, primal hunger.

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