
Dominik Trojan: Solo in the car
Dominik Trojan, an 18-year-old twink with a hot big dick and dark hair, was driving his car back from a late-night shift at the diner. The steering wheel was warm under his fingers, a stark contrast to the cool night air that blew in through the open window. His brown eyes scanned the deserted streets, reflecting the streetlights that flickered by. He felt a familiar ache in his groin, a longing that had been building throughout the night.
He pulled into an empty parking lot, the engine idling as he leaned back in his seat. His fingers drummed against the gearshift, his mind racing with thoughts of his own body. He looked down at his crotch, the outline of his cock clearly visible through his jeans. He unbuttoned his pants, the soft denim parting to reveal his eager flesh. His cock sprang free, already hard and throbbing.
Dominik wrapped his hand around the shaft, a low groan escaping his lips. He stroked himself slowly, his grip tightening as he picked up the pace. He leaned his head back against the headrest, his eyes closed as he lost himself in the sensation. He could feel the pre-cum dripping from the tip, coating his hand as he stroked.
He unzipped his jeans further, his hips bucking as he continued to pleasure himself. He spread his legs wider, allowing his other hand to explore his body. His fingers trailed down his chest, tweaking his nipples before continuing down to his cock. He gripped the base of his shaft with one hand, the other cupping his balls.
He rolled his balls in his palm, his breath hitching as he did so. He could feel the pleasure building in his body, his cock twitching in his hand. He leaned forward, his free hand reaching for the glove compartment. He pulled out a small bottle of lube, the cool liquid coating his fingers as he squirted some onto his cock.
He lubed up his shaft, his hand slipping easily over the slick flesh. He groaned, his hips bucking as he continued to stroke himself. He could feel the pleasure building, his body tensing as he approached the edge. He leaned back in his seat, his eyes closed as he lost himself in the sensation.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his hand moving faster. He could feel his orgasm approaching, his body tensing as he neared the edge. He gripped the base of his cock, his fingers digging into the flesh as he held back his orgasm. He wanted to prolong the pleasure, to make it last as long as possible.
He leaned forward, his other hand reaching for the seat in front of him. He braced himself against the seat, his hips thrusting as he continued to stroke himself. He could feel his orgasm building, his body tensing as he neared the edge. He groaned, his hips bucking as he finally let go.
His cock exploded, his cum shooting out in thick ropes. He groaned, his body convulsing as he came. He could feel his cum coating his hand, his chest, his jeans. He milked his cock, his hand sliding over the shaft as he rode out his orgasm.
He slumped back in his seat, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His body was slick with sweat, his cock glistening with his cum. He leaned his head back against the headrest, his eyes closed as he savored the sensation. He could feel his heart racing, his body still tingling with the aftershocks of his orgasm.
He finally opened his eyes, a satisfied smile on his face. He glanced down at his cock, already semi-hard and ready for more. He chuckled to himself, knowing that he wouldn’t be getting any sleep tonight.



