Unbuttoning Solitude - Young Man's Private Dance
The room is dimly lit, the only sound the soft hum of the overhead fan. A young man, dressed in a worn leather jacket, sits on the edge of his bed, his legs spread wide. His hands, trembling with anticipation, begin to undo the buttons of his jacket, revealing a snug white t-shirt underneath. He pulls the t-shirt over his head, tossing it aside, his eyes never leaving his throbbing erection. He grips it through his boxers, his fingers tracing the length of it. With a groan, he pushes his boxers down, freeing his cock. He begins to stroke it, his hips lifting off the bed as he does so. His breath comes in ragged gasps as he brings himself closer and closer to the edge. With a final, desperate stroke, he comes, his body convulsing as he spills his seed onto his stomach. He leans back, a satisfied smile on his face, his body slick with sweat.