Jacking Off in Bluegrass

In the heart of Kentucky, Travis, a lanky, tattooed local, finds himself alone in his trailer, the hum of cicadas outside his open window. He's wearing a worn-out, faded blondie t-shirt, the cotton stretched thin over his muscled frame. His hand, calloused from years of manual labor, slowly slides down his torso, slipping underneath the hem of his shirt. He grins, his eyes closed, as he begins to stroke his hard cock, the rhythm steady and sure. The scent of sweat and sex fills the small room, a testament to Travis' growing arousal.

• jacking-off
• kentucky

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