Cavalo-Carioca's Solitary Sin
In the quiet of the early morning, a man's hand finds its way to his crotch, rubbing the growing bulge through his boxers. He's alone, but the heat of his desire is palpable, filling the room with an electric charge. Pulling down his boxers, he reveals his thick, veiny cock, already leaking pre-cum. He spits into his hand, using the saliva as lube, and begins to stroke, his grip tight, his pace steady. His other hand plays with his balls, tugging gently, sending waves of pleasure through him. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body tensing as he nears his climax. His strokes become faster, more urgent, until with a final groan, he comes, his cock pulsing as it releases hot ropes of cum onto his stomach. He leans back, panting, his body slick with sweat, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.