Solo Boy Piranha: Pras's Private Playtime
In the dimly lit room, Pras, a young man with a lean body and hungry eyes, sits alone, his heart pounding with anticipation. He strokes his already hardening cock through his tight briefs, the fabric straining against his growingbulge. His hand moves with a rhythm that's part memory, part fantasy, as he imagines the warmth of a mouth around him. His breath hitches as he pulls down his briefs, his cock springing free, already glistening at the tip. He takes it in his hand, the skin soft and smooth, and begins to stroke, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. His other hand reaches down, cupping his balls, rolling them gently. He can feel the pressure building, the heat in his belly, and he knows he won't last long. His strokes become frantic, his breath coming in short gasps, and with a final, loud groan, he comes, his cock pulsing as he spills over his hand and onto his stomach.