Solitary Boy's Bedtime Ritual
In the hushed quiet of the night, Juan's hand explores his body, tracing the lines of his muscles, lingering on his nipples, before descending to his eager cock. He strokes it slowly, building a rhythm, his breath quickening. His other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently. He imagines the sensation of warm, wet lips enveloping him, the softness of a tongue swirling around his head. His strokes become more insistent, his grip tighter. He can feel the familiar tension building in his balls, his orgasm imminent. A low moan escapes him as he comes, his body shuddering, his cock pulsing as he spills his load onto his stomach. He leans back, his body lax, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he catches his breath, the room filled with the scent of his release.