My Dick - A Solitary Symphony

In the privacy of his room, he strokes his length, each caress a meticulous study in pleasure. He knows every inch of his "fucker," as he calls it, and takes pride in its hardness, its girth. His hand, slick with precum, glides up and down the shaft, his grip tight, rhythm steady. He imagines hands other than his own, mouths, pussies, asses. His breaths grow ragged, his body tense, as he brings himself closer to the edge. He pauses, savors the anticipation, then pushes himself over, ropes of cum painting his abdomen as he groans in release.

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