Condom-Clad Consolation

A lonely figure, lost in his desires, retreats to his private space. He unrolls a condom over his throbbing erection, the latex squeaking against his skin. His eyes meet the reflection in the mirror, and he begins to stroke, the sensation of the condom intensifying every touch. He imagines the tight, slick feel of a partner, his breath hitching as he picks up the pace. The room fills with the sound of his hand moving rhythmically, the condom providing a unique friction. His body tenses, and with a final, forceful stroke, he finds his release, the condom catching every drop.

• soloboy

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