Solitary Bliss

In the quiet of his room, a young man's body betrays his mind's attempts at denial. His cock tents the thin fabric of his pajama pants, demanding attention. He gives in, pulling it out, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat of his desire. He strokes it lazily, his eyes locked on the door, half-expecting, half-hoping for an interruption. His breathing grows ragged as his pace quickens, his body tensing, his grip tightening. He bites his lip to stifle a moan as he comes, his body convulsing with the force of his release, his cock pulsing as it coats his hand with his spend.

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