Lonely Lad's Late-Night Wank

As the moon casts long shadows, a young man, left alone in the dimly lit house, succumbs to his primal urges. His heart races as he locks the bedroom door, the click echoing his intention. He strips, the fabric whispering against his skin, revealing his hardening cock. Kneeling on the bed, he grips his shaft, the familiar friction sending shivers down his spine. His breath hitches as he imagines unseen hands, his imagination filling the room with phantom lovers. His body tenses, his grip tightening, until with a guttural groan, he finds his release, painting the sheets with his desire.

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