The Rhythm of His Own Desire

The clock ticks, the world outside fades, and a man surrenders to the call of the flesh. In the solitude of his room, he disrobes, baring his body to the cool air. His eyes flutter closed as his hand wraps around his hardening cock, a gasp escaping his lips. He pumps, he grinds, he chases the edge, his body tensing, his breath hitching. In the quiet, his pleasure echoes, a symphony of sin played only for himself.

• solo
• male
• soloboy

• solo_-_masturbation