Cyclist's Private Pleasures

A mysterious rider, anonymous in his reflective sunglasses and helmet, cruises the city streets at dusk. His bike, a sleek, powerful machine, mirrors his hidden desires. As he nears a quiet alley, he feels the familiar stirring in his loins. The cool air against his heated skin as he dismounts sends shivers down his spine, awakening every nerve ending. Leaning against the rough brick wall, he unzips his fly, his hand wrapping around his stiffening cock. The city's distant hum and the faint glow of streetlights are his only companions as he gives in to his forbidden pleasure, his hand moving in steady, desperate rhythm, his body tensing as he nears the edge, his release a silent, secret moment amidst the urban night.

• soloboy

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