Heedless Pleasure in Solitude

Lost in his thoughts, the young man's hand wanders to his crotch, finding his cock already half-hard. He squeezes it through his jeans, feeling the pulse of need. Standing up, he unzips his pants, letting his stiff member spring free. He wraps his hand around it, stroking slowly, building a rhythm. His eyes flutter closed, his mind filling with lurid images. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his hips thrusting forward, seeking more friction. He can feel the pressure building, his balls tightening. With a final, desperate stroke, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as it coats his hand and the floor with his cum. He leans against the wall, panting, his body still tingling with the aftershocks of his solo pleasure.

• soloboy

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