In the dark and quiet bedroom, the lonely man laid on his back, his loneliness exacerbating with each passing minute.He knew that the only one who could ease his pain was the one he had been ignoring for days.Slowly, he stood up, his muscles rippling through his toned torso as he approached a fulllength mirror set against the far wall.Catching a glimpse of himself, he couldnt help but feel an undeniable hunger within him.The naked reflection of his firm, sculpted body filled with desire and need for satisfaction.He knew he wasnt alone after all his best friend, his everreliable companion, was always there by his side.His hands found their way down to his powerful thighs and then traced upwards towards his rockhard cock, standing at attention like a soldier ready for duty.His dick was large, veiny and demanding attention a symbol of his masculinity that he wanted to take in hand and explore intimately.The lonely mans cock was engorged with blood, an impressive sight indeed, as it stood straight upwards.The tip of his foreskin glided smoothly along the smooth surface of his engorged shaft.He stroked his dick gently, the sensation building within him like a tidal wave of pleasure, making him gasp slightly.He looked into the mirror, imagining the face of the woman he longed to have by his side as he jerked off.Her body pressed against his own, her lips on his, and the taste of her upon his lips.As he continued to stroke his dick, he thought about how much he would relish the sensation of fucking her, burying his cock deep inside her, watching her body spasm and quiver beneath him until they both reached ecstasy.The lonely mans hand moved faster, his fingers sliding with a slick sound on his erect cock, the precum oozing out of the head as a testament to his intense arousal.His breathing grew heavier and his body tensed, an eruption of sexual energy coursing through him like lava.He knew he was close to the point of no return his orgasm fast approaching.Finally, with a guttural groan, the lonely man let go.His cock throbbed and twitched uncontrollably as streams of hot, sticky cum shot out, splattering against his hardened torso like an artist painting their masterpiece.The scent of his release filled the room, mixing with the lingering aroma of his own masculinity that had been growing throughout his nightly ritual.Satisfied but drained, he looked one last time at his reflection in the mirror before slowly cleaning up.He knew this was all he would have for now alone yet contented, he could continue his journey through his days and nights, his loneliness numbed by his own touch.
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