Solo boy teen jerks off a big cock in the room and moans sweetly. – Darkly Dimeo – 4k

Title: “Solitary Bliss: A Naughty Encounter in the Dorms”

The dorm room was quiet, save for the soft creaking of the bed and the hushed moans escaping Darkly Dimeo’s lips. The late afternoon sun streamed through the gap between the curtains, casting a warm glow on the young man’s chiseled physique.

Darkly lay sprawled on his bed, his massive erection straining against the confines of his pajama bottoms. His hand hovered over the waistband, fingers twitching with anticipation. He had been alone all day, his roommate away for the weekend, and the solitude had stirred something deep within him, an ache that demanded attention.

With a deep breath, he slipped his hand beneath the soft fabric, closing his fingers around his thick, pulsing shaft. A shiver ran through him at the contact, and he bit his lip to stifle a moan. He started to stroke, slowly, savoring the sensation of his own touch.

The movement of his hand created a hypnotic rhythm, in time with the shallow breaths he took. His eyes fluttered closed, and he let his imagination run wild, dreaming up all the ways he could be touched. Fingers tracing down his chest, a hot mouth closing around his cock, gentle thrusts sending waves of pleasure through him…

His strokes became more urgent, more insistent. He could feel the tension building, the pressure mounting deep in his core. His free hand found its way under his shirt, exploring the planes of his chest, tweaking a nipple as he pinched and rolled it between his fingers.

Darkly threw his head back, a low groan escaping him as he felt his release approaching. His hips bucked up into his fist, seeking more friction, more pressure. The coil within him tightened and tightened until finally, with a whispered cry of ecstasy, it snapped.

Clear, pearlescent fluid erupted from his twitching cock, spattering his chest and hand. He continued to pump himself through the waves of his orgasm, riding out each pulse as it crashed over him. As the intensity began to fade, he slumped back against the mattress, his hand falling away from his softening member.

A satisfied smile played at the corners of his mouth as he slowly came down from his high. He knew he should clean himself up, but for now, he was content to bask in the afterglow, savoring the tingling warmth spreading through his body.

As he lay there, lost in his post-orgasmic haze, he wondered if his roommate would have been impressed by what he’d just done. Part of him hoped he would never know, that the moments of passion would remain private, sacred. And yet, another part of him couldn’t help but imagine what it might be like to have filthy, sweaty sex right there on those shared sheets, to be able to grabbing each other’s cocks whenever the urge took them…

But for now, sailor, that’s a fantasy best left for another day. Today, Darkly Dimeo was content to be king of his own domain, sprawled across his bed with a look of utter bliss on his youthful face, and the taste of satisfaction still on his tongue.

As he finally hauled himself up and stumbled off to the bathroom to clean up, he knew one thing for certain: next weekend couldn’t come soon enough. There would always be more opportunities for such satisfying solitude, more chances to indulge his deepest, naughtiest desires. And he would take each and every one of them.