Solitude in Motion

The rhythmic hum of the bus engine lulls him into a state of heightened sensitivity. His fingers dance along the length of his hardening cock, the fabric of his pants offering a tantalizing friction. The sway of the bus mirrors the motion of his hand, each movement bringing him closer to the edge. He's a ship lost at sea, his pleasure the storm he's willing to weather.

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