Me, Myself, and My Flesh

In the quiet of his room, he stands before the mirror, a voyeur to his own desire. His hands explore his body, tracing the lines of his muscles, pausing at the sensitive spots that make him shiver. He wraps his fingers around his hardness, a sense of control and abandon warring within him. His strokes are slow, deliberate, each one a promise of the pleasure to come. The room is filled with the scent of his cologne and the sound of his ragged breathing, his body tensing as he nears his peak, finally succumbing to the release he's been chasing.

• me
• wanking
• soloboy

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