Unseen Hands: A Lonesome Lad's Self-Pleasure

The soft glow of the setting sun casts long shadows across the room. A young man, left to his own devices, finds his mind wandering to the taboo and the unexplored. His hands, once hesitant, now move with a hunger that surprises him. He strokes his cock, feeling the velvet smoothness, the steel-like hardness. His imagination runs wild, filling the room with phantom lovers, their touch, their taste. He fucks his hand, his body tensing, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The room echoes with his moans, the sound of his pleasure filling the void of his solitude.

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• get
• bored
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