Jerking off a 23 cm monster cock in the bathroom. I finished with moans.

In the sultry confines of the bathroom, a young man sat on the closed toilet seat, his heart pounding with anticipation. Before him, a massive 23-centimeter monster of a cock stood at full, throbbing attention, the thick shaft veined and engorged, the swollen purple head already glistening with precum. It was a sight to behold, a primal spectacle of unbridled male sexuality.

The young man, hardly more than a boy, had always been fascinated by his own exceptional endowment. He had discovered its power early, eliciting gasps and whimpers of shock and pleasure from his partners. But today, alone and fromwanting in the privacy of the bathroom, he would indulge in his own extreme pleasure, no inhibitions, no restraints.

With a deep, shuddering breath, the boy wrapped his slender fingers around the girthy base of his mammoth member. His touch was tentative at first, the soft girth unaccustomed to such delicate handling. He could feel the throbbing pulse of his manhood, the heated flesh searing against his palm. Slowly, he began to stroke, marveling at the sheer size of the organ that protruded from his loins.

As he worked his way up the incredible length, the boy’s eyes fluttered shut, lost in the sensual bliss that radiated through his young body. Each stroke sent concentric waves of pleasure rippling through him, threatening to catapult him into ecstasy. His free hand reached down, cupping and gently squeezing his heavy, cum-laden balls, their skin taut and swollen with pent-up seed.

The boy’s stokes grew bolder, more urgent. His hand pumped up and down the towering shaft, the thick veins bulging obscenely. Precum leaked in copious amounts from the tip, making the boy’s flesh glisten as he worked himself into a frantic fervor. The room filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin, harsh breaths, and stifled moans.

Suddenly, and with aibt warning, the young man was seized by the unmistakable tremors of an impending release. His strokes grew erratic, his hand a blur as it traveled up and down the quivering flesh. His balls tightened, preparing to unleash a torrent of thick, viscus seed.

With a muffled cry that was half-groan and half-howl, the boy erupted. His massive cock bucked and spasmed as it unleashed a veritable flood of cum. Rope after thick rope of pearly white cream geysered from the tip, splattering against the bathroom mirror, the walls, even the shower curtain. The volume and intensity were staggering, a true jaw-dropping sight.

And yet, even as his release ebbed, the boy continued to stroke, milking every last drop from his still-hard, still-virailemembrance. His young body shuddered and jerked with the aftershocks of his climax, his eyes glazed and unfocused. He was lost in the sheer, primal rapture of his own monumental masturbation session.

Finally, spent and satisfied, the boy released his member, watching in awe and mild disbelief as it bobbed and twitched before him. His seed dripped and pooled on the tiled floor, a testament to the power and intensity of his release. He took a deep, shaky breath, releasing it slowly as he came back to himself, back to the reality of the bathroom that had been the stage for his vulgar, visceral act.

With a wry smile and a shake of his head, the boy reached for some tissue to clean up the evidence of his illicit tryst. As he did, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of triumphant satisfaction, a secret, gleeful pride in his own virility and stamina. He had conquered his own formidable monster, subjecting himself to the mind-shattering pleasure of his own hand.

And as he finished wiping down the mirror, the shower curtain, and the floor, the young man made a silent vow to himself – this would be the first of many such sessions, a regular indulgence in the carnal delights of male masturbation. After all, a cock this size deserved to be worshipped, to be savored, to be drained regularly of its thick, potent seed. It was an unspoken pact between the boy and his beast, a promise of many more raucous, degenerate encounters in the privacy of the bathroom.

With a final glance at his reflection, the young man adjusted his clothes and slipped out of the bathroom, his secret safe, his pleasure consumed, and his desire already beginning anew. For he was young, virile, and possessed of a cock that demanded reverence and release. And he would deliver both, over and over again, in the confines of the place where he was master of his own destiny, lord of his own desires – the bathroom, his most sacred, secret sanctuary.