“This is pathetic,” I thought to myself as I wrapped my fist around my crown and rubbed it. I groaned, my stomach tensing. Really pathetic.

The last time I touched myself, I was a boy—a pathetic, overweight boy with a head filled with fantasies, fantasies that would have never come true.

And now I was grown and I was stroking my cock to the thought of a woman. And so the pathetic act begins again.

I stroked slowly, from crown to base and back again, my foreskin pulling back and precum dripping out every time it did. It wet my dick, and I used it as lubricant, my breath hitching...