I saw him in the photograph, shirtless and beautiful, his muscles flexing, his hand cupped around his hardening cock. He was the one, and I needed him desperately. I imagined myself being with him, feeling his skin against mine, and I pleasured myself as I longed for him. That was when I realized: I wasn’t just wanking to win someone else’s love, but to my own.
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My fingers fumble with eager anticipation as I slide open my laptop and gasp as an array of hot, shirtless selfies fill my screen. I can feel my cock harden in my tight jeans as I let my mind wander and explore the fantasy of what my hands could do to each of these delicious physiques. My jerk off dreams come alive in vivid detail, a whispered appreciative moan slipping past my lips.