In the dimly lit room, a man in his early 30s clad in nothing but a pair of low-slung jeans, donned by an eyeglasses frame, was stroking his already throbbing cock with determination.The veins on his manhood were visible, standing proud in anticipation of the impending release.He could feel beads of sweat forming on his forehead and trickling down his face as he focused entirely on the task at hand.His deep blue eyes remained locked onto his firm erection, never wavering even for a second.His masturbatory ritual had become second nature to him an act that served both as stress-relief and a way to pass the lonely nights.The rhythm of his strokes was synchronized to the beat of his heart, every squeeze of his hand bringing him closer to the pinnacle of ecstasy he so desired.As each stroke became faster and more intense, the room filled with an unmistakable aura of desire and lust, growing heavier with each passing second.His breaths grew shallow and ragged, his mind consumed by thoughts of the man he desired most.He imagined their sweat-drenched bodies, skin meeting skin as they melted into one another in the heat of passion.Every touch, every caress, every gasp, and groan, every bead of sweat cascading down their intertwined forms was engraved in his memory.He longed for a taste of this reality, but alas, it remained just an elusive dream.With each stroke, he imagined himself surrounded by the man's hot breath on his neck and the feel of his firm muscular body pressed against his own.The sight of his glasses-adorned man, naked yet powerful, was etched into his mind, fueling his fantasies further.His eyeglasses, the symbol of intellectualism that adorned his face, seemed to transform him into a sexual beast that could only be satisfied by complete domination and submission in equal measure.As the climax neared, the man's breath caught in his throat.Sweat dripped from his furrowed brow as he locked eyes with his glasses-clad reflection in the mirror.The man before him seemed to share a similar intensity in his gaze, making him feel as if they were one and the same, both equally entranced by their own dark desires.Their hips began thrusting rhythmically, bodies contorting and twisting in tandem until it was impossible to separate fantasy from reality.The tension built to an almost unbearable degree.As the man's orgasm approached, he imagined his eyeglasses-adorned lover catching every drop of sperm as they exploded from his swollen erection.And just like that, he threw his head back and cried out in ecstasy as his body shuddered with pleasure.He spilled his warm cum all over the sheets, feeling the stickiness on his hand as a testament to his release.The aftermath left him breathless but sated, his mind filled with vivid images of the eyeglasses man that had brought him so much pleasure and solace.As his heart rate returned to normal and the sweat evaporated from his skin, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness at knowing his lover was nothing more than an escape from the mundane reality of his life.Yet, he could not deny that these fantasies filled him with passion and desire unlike anything else in the world.With a final lingering gaze at the empty room, he began to dress for another day spent yearning for what he knew would never come - the taste of a man as real as his own eyeglasses-adorned self.
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