Unchained Solitude

With a sigh, the young man settles into his favorite chair, legs sprawled, a well-worn magazine open on his lap. His hand, calloused and rough from years of manual labor, slips beneath the waistband of his jeans, finding his already hardening cock. He strokes it slowly, his eyes scanning the pages filled with lush, naked bodies. His other hand reaches down, cupping his balls, feeling their weight, their heat. He pulls his cock out, letting it slap against his stomach, a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip. He leans back, his body relaxing, his mind filling with fantasies of forbidden lust, his hand working his cock faster, harder, until he comes with a low groan, his cum splashing onto his chest and stomach.

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