Off: A Solo Boy's Intimate Dance
Jack, a young man with a quiet intensity, retreats to his room, the weight of the day's stress heavy on his shoulders. He sits on the edge of his bed, his eyes scanning the familiar lines of his favorite book. But tonight, the words don't hold his attention. His hand, seemingly of its own accord, reaches down, cupping his crotch, feeling the hardness growing there. He sighs, giving in to the urge, unbuckling his belt, and pushing his jeans down. His cock springs free, already leaking pre-cum. He wraps his hand around it, starting a slow, steady rhythm. His eyes flutter closed, his mind filling with vivid, intimate images. His strokes grow faster, more insistent, his grip tighter. His breath hitches, a low groan building in his throat as he comes, his cock pulsing in his hand, his cum splattering onto the worn-out sheets.