Solitary Surrender in the Sitting Room

In the quiet of his living room, a young man, untouched by another's hands, takes matters into his own. The room is dimly lit, the only sound the soft hum of the TV and his own ragged breath. His cock, thick and eager, stands at attention, escaping the confines of his pants. He strokes it slowly, feeling the velvety skin, the pulse of desire. His imagination runs wild, filling the room with phantom lovers, their moans echoing in his mind as he jerks off furiously, chasing the release that only his own touch can bring.

• soloboy

• Unknown