The Rhythm of One

The room is filled with the echo of his own heartbeat, a primal drumbeat that sets the pace for his solitary pleasure. His hand, a skilled artist, knows just how to touch, to tease, to bring him closer to the edge. The air grows thick with his scent, a musky perfume that mingles with the salty tang of his precum. His body tenses, his abs contracting as he nears the peak, his hand moving faster, more urgent, until with a final, shuddering groan, he spills over, his hot cum painting stripes on his stomach.

• jerking
• off
• soloboy

• Unknown