Solo Ecstasy: A Man's Private Ritual
In the dim light of his sanctuary, a man stands, his body bare, his cock already half-hard, aching for attention. He wraps his hand around it, feeling the velvet softness of the skin, the steel hardness beneath. He begins to stroke, his hand moving in long, slow motions, from base to tip, feeling every ridge, every vein. His other hand cups his balls, feeling their weight, their warmth, their tightness. He picks up the pace, his strokes becoming more urgent, more insistent. His cock grows harder, longer, the head swelling, a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip. He's close, so close, his body tensing, his breath coming in ragged gasps. With a final, hard stroke, he comes, his cock pulsing, his body shuddering as he spills his load, his voice a low, guttural growl as he finds his release.