Lukas' Grip: A Study in Solace
Lukas, in the solitude of his room, unzips his jeans, revealing his colossal cock straining against his boxers. He strokes it gently, feeling the weight and length, before pushing his boxers down and letting it spring free. His hand wraps around the thick shaft, pumping slowly as he leans back, eyes closed, lost in his own world. Pre-cum beads at the tip, and he wipes it off, tasting the saltiness on his fingers. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his grip tightening. His other hand reaches down, cupping his heavy balls, rolling them gently. The room fills with the sound of his hand meeting flesh, the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of his grip. His body tenses, back arching as he comes, ropes of cum shooting out, landing on his stomach and chest.