Solitary Reflection: A Vergota's Dance
In the soft glow of his bedroom, a lanky, smooth-skinned gay man stands before a full-length mirror, admiring his lean, athletic body. His hands, with their long, elegant fingers, trace the contours of his chest, lingering on his small, dark nipples. His breath hitches as he takes in his own reflection, his eyes traveling down to the prominent bulge in his tight, black briefs. He hooks his thumbs into the waistband, slowly pulling them down, revealing his thick, uncut vergota. It bobs heavily as he steps out of his underwear, now completely naked. He spreads his legs, running his hands over his thighs, before cupping his balls, letting them rest in his palm. His vergota twitches, hardening as he watches himself stroke its length, his grip tight, his pace steady.