Hand to Skin

The house is quiet, the world outside forgotten. He's alone, and that's all he needs. His hand traces the lines of his body, a map of desire he's all too familiar with. He pauses at his cock, already hard and eager. He spits into his palm, the wet sound echoing in the silent room as he begins to stroke. His body responds, his hips bucking slightly, his breath coming in short gasps. He's close, the tension building, his grip tightening. And then, with a final stroke, he finds his release, his body shuddering as he comes undone.

• masturbation
• masturbate
• alone
• soloboy

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