Unseen Delights: Him, Alone

Sneaking into the bathroom, he locks the door, his heart pounding with anticipation. The mirror reflects his flushed cheeks, dilated pupils, and the tent in his towel. He drops the towel, his cock springing free, already leaking. He grips it, feeling the heat, the pulse. His hand moves, slow at first, then faster, as he loses himself in the rhythm. His other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently. His breath comes in ragged gasps as he feels the pleasure building, his body tensing, and then, with a final stroke, he comes, his cum spilling over his hand, a satisfied groan echoing in the small room.

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