Urgent Solace: A Lonely Tango
Dándole stands before the full-length mirror, his reflection showing a man on the edge of control. He's shirtless, his chest heaving, his pants tented by his obvious arousal. He looks into his own eyes, challenging himself, before slowly unbuttoning his pants. They drop to the floor, and he steps out of them, kicking them aside. He's left in just his boxers, the fabric straining against his hard-on. He grabs himself through the fabric, a low groan escaping his lips. He can't take it anymore. He pushes his boxers down, his cock springing free, already leaking at the tip. He wraps his hand around it, pumping slowly, torturously, his eyes never leaving his reflection. He's a man possessed, his body moving on its own, chasing the high only he can give himself.