Quenching the Morning Thirst

Awakening to the first light of dawn, our protagonist, a man of few words, finds himself stirred by more than just the morning breeze. His hand wanders, tracing the contours of his body, before wrapping around his hardening length. He strokes slowly, eyes closed, imagining the touch of a lover. The room fills with his soft grunts and the rhythmic sound of his palm meeting his flesh. His pace quickens, breath hitching as he nears the edge. With a final gasp, he finds his release, painting his chest with warm, sticky evidence of his solo pleasure.

• solo
• soloboy
• jerking-off

• solo_-_masturbation