Unsheathed Solace

The room is dimly lit, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioner. A young man sits on the edge of his bed, his mind filled with taboo thoughts. His hand moves to his crotch, rubbing the growing bulge. With a sigh, he pushes his pants down, his cock springing free. It's thick and long, the color of dark chocolate, a stark contrast against his smooth, caramel skin. He spits into his hand, wrapping it around his length, starting a slow, steady rhythm. His mind races with images of forbidden fruit, his body responding to the illicit thoughts. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his breath coming in short gasps. With a low groan, he comes, his cock pulsing as it releases stream after stream of hot, white cum.

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