Lonely Lad's Late-Night Rub
Arod Thomas, the lonesome lad, finds himself in the throes of late-night lust. The dim lamplight casts a warm glow over his bare chest as he strokes his lengthening cock, his solitary dance of desire beginning. His hand, calloused from years of labor, grips his shaft with a familiar firmness, his thumb circling the sensitive tip, spreading pre-cum like a lubricant. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his other hand kneading his heavy balls, pulling them gently. The room fills with the sound of his ragged breaths and the rhythmic slapping of his hand against his cock. His body tenses, his abs contracting as he nears the edge, his grip tightening. With a final, desperate thrust, he spills over, his cum shooting onto his stomach, his body shuddering with the force of his release.