One Man's Fistful of Flesh

In the dim light of his room, a young man is lost in the throes of self-pleasure. His hand moves in a steady rhythm up and down his stiff cock, his grip tight, his breath coming in short gasps. He's alone, but the intensity of his desire is clear. His body is tense, his muscles taut, his eyes closed, lost in the sensation. His hand moves faster, his grip tighter, and with a final stroke, he comes, his load spilling over his hand and onto the bedsheets. He collapses back onto the bed, his body spent, his heart racing, a satisfied smile on his lips.

• jerking
• off
• soloboy

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