Me, Myself, and I: Private Pleasure

The room is bathed in a soft, warm glow as the young man strips off his clothes, his body a canvas of lean muscles and smooth skin. He sits back, his eyes closed, his mind wandering to thoughts that make his cock twitch. His hand wraps around his shaft, his grip firm and steady. He strokes himself, his hand moving up and down in a rhythm that's been etched into his memory. His body responds, his cock throbbing, his balls tightening. He can feel the pressure building, the sensation intensifying, until he's on the brink. With a final, powerful stroke, he comes undone, his body convulsing as he spills his load onto his stomach, a satisfied groan escaping his lips.

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