Solitary Sin: A Gay Boy's Private Dance
The room is filled with the soft, rhythmic sound of a man's pleasure. He's alone, but his body is anything but lonely. His uncut cock stands at attention, throbbing with need. He wraps his hand around it, feeling the soft skin stretch over the hard length. He strokes slowly, his thumb rubbing over the sensitive head, collecting the pre-cum that's already leaking out. His other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently, feeling their weight, their warmth. He leans back, his head resting on the pillow, his eyes closed, his imagination taking him to a place where another man's hands are on him, another man's mouth is on him, another man's cock is in him. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his breath coming in short gasps, his body tensing as he nears his climax. He lets out a low moan, his body shuddering as he comes, his cock pulsing, his cum spilling out, coating his hand and his stomach.