Gay, porn-hungry eyes locked onto his own reflection as he stepped into the steamy bathroom mirror’s gaze. His ruggedly hairy body glistened with dew, a testament to the torrent of pleasure that had just beset him. The dick in question throbbed with anticipation, eager for another go at the delightful sensations it had just experienced.
He reached down to give his cock a playful tweak, feeling the tender skin yield to his touch like a gentle lover’s caress. A shiver ran down his spine as he recalled the sweet torture of that morning’s solo session: the warm water enveloping him, the vibrator‘s insistent hum vibrating against his sensitive ass, and the ecstatic rush of cum that had burst forth from his eager member.
He let out a low, husky chuckle at the memory, feeling a fresh surge of desire course through his veins. Why stop now? He squirted some warm water onto his chest, watching as it mingled with the beads of perspiration already glistening on his hairy pectorals. A languid hand trailed down his stomach, pausing to pay homage to the still-swollen head of his dick, which twitched in anticipation like a living thing.
With a sly smile, he grasped himself firmly, beginning to stroke his cock with long, slow motions. His thoughts drifted to the sweet delight of a blowjob, imagining someone’s eager mouth closing around the throbbing head of his penis. But for now, he was content to simply savor the pleasure of his own company, lost in the intimate dance of self-love and desire.
