Piss-Drenched Solitude

The soloboy, unseen but for his shadow, retreats to his private sanctum, a cramped, forgotten corner of the house. Closing the door behind him, he leans against it, taking a deep breath. His hand slowly moves to his crotch, rubbing the growing bulge. He unbuttons his jeans, letting them fall to the floor. His cock springs free, already throbbing. He spits into his palm, lubricating his shaft as he begins to stroke. His breath quickens, his body tensing as he nears climax. Abruptly, he stops, turning to the side, and releases his bladder, the warm urine soaking the floor, the scent filling the tiny space. He turns back, his cock still hard, ready for more.

• for
• piss
• soloboy
• pissicka

• Unknown