One Man, One Flesh, Alone

Da distance, Soloboy finds comfort in his own company, his hands his only companions. He starts slow, a gentle caress, feeling the heat build under his touch. His breath quickens, his grip tightens, his strokes become more urgent. His body responds, his cock throbbing, his balls heavy with need. He brings himself to the edge, teetering there, before finally letting go, his body convulsing with the force of his orgasm, his release painting his stomach in sticky, warm lines.

• me
• and
• soloboy

• Unknown