BigKansas: Solo Boy's Private Time

In the quiet of his room, Big Kansas, unshaven and rough around the edges, kicks back in his armchair, the worn leather creaking under his weight. His calloused hands, stained with ink and grease, undo his belt, pushing his jeans down to reveal his hardening cock. He strokes it, feeling the pulse, the hunger. His eyes, dark and intense, focus on nothing, lost in his own world. His grip tightens, the rhythm picking up, his breath coming in harsh gasps. The room echoes with the sound of his hand meeting flesh, the wet sounds of his palm coated in pre-cum. With a final, shuddering groan, he comes, his cock pulsing, painting his hand and shirt with his release.

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