Unseen Hands: Jerking in Solitude

In the quiet of his room, a man named Chris sits alone, his excitement growing. He's been cooped up all day, his mind filled with thoughts he can't quite shake. He looks down at his crotch, his bulge evident. With a sigh, he unzips his jeans, his hard cock springing free. He wraps his hand around it, feeling the heat. He strokes slowly, his eyes closed, lost in his own world. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his grip tightening. The room fills with the sound of his hand moving up and down his length, the wet sound of his precum lubricating his strokes. He moans, his body tensing as he nears his release. With a final stroke, he comes, his cum spilling over his hand, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.

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