Solitary Sin

Hidden from the world, he indulges in his private ritual. The room is dim, the air thick with the scent of his own musk. His hand wraps around his shaft, pumping slowly, building a rhythm that matches the beat of his heart. He pictures faces, bodies, acts of pleasure shared, but here, it's just him. His moans fill the empty space, echoing off the walls as he chases his high, his body arching, releasing, spent. In the aftermath, he catches his breath, his heart pounding, before cleaning up and stepping back into the world, his secret safe.

• soloboy

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