In a dimly lit room, the horny, lonely man paced restlessly, his hands feeling the weight of the overwhelming desire that gnawed at him mercilessly.The throb of his erection pulsed through his body, drawing all attention towards the insistent ache in his loins.His mind raced as he tried to focus on anything other than the sexual tension swirling within him like a tempest, but alas, there was no escape from his carnal longing.Frustration coursing through his veins, the man found himself at an impasse - either give in to his desires or remain trapped in his solitude, unable to break free from the unrelenting weight of his yearning.Knowing that he couldn't endure the torment much longer, a decision was made the guy would resort to his last bastion of comfort in the face of such raging passions - a good old-fashioned handjob.With stealthy hands and a mind racing towards fulfillment, the man gripped his straining erection with an urgency borne from loneliness and the need for release.His dick grew harder still as each passing moment brought him closer to bliss, thoughts of the perfect woman caressing his member like a gentle tide against his shore.As his hand continued its steady rhythm, the man envisioned her soft hands stroking his manhood with tenderness and urgency alike - an enticing dichotomy that drove him closer to climax.His breaths echoed in the quiet room, each drawn-out exhale a testament to the desperate need for solace that could only be found through the act of masturbation.Sweat trickled down his brow as the man's mind conjured images of an ideal lover, their hands enveloping his penis, their mouth offering him relief from the aching emptiness he felt in his heart and body.As guilt gnawed at the back of his conscience, he knew that this moment of release was more than necessary it was life-saving.A final surge of strength saw him approach the pinnacle, the guy's fingers fumbling on the shaft of his dick, sweat and lust mingling in the dimly lit space.It felt like an eternity, as if this moment of catharsis could never end.But finally, with a desperate groan, his release was upon him - the waves of pleasure crashing against him until they eventually receded into the abyss from which they came.In the afterglow, the man's breathing slowed to normalcy and he felt an odd sense of satisfaction wash over him.It was but a fleeting moment in a world full of loneliness, where a simple handjob would provide solace until his next encounter with desire.Yet for now, as the echoes of passion faded away and the darkness enveloped the room once again, the man felt an inkling of serenity within the storm.
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