Unseen: The Loneliness of a Cock's Soliloquy

In the quiet of an empty room, a boy, his skin still bearing the flush of youth, stands alone. His hand, tentative at first, begins to explore the length of his hardening cock. He strokes it gently, his breath hitching as he loses himself in the rhythm of his own touch. The room fills with the scent of his sweat and the soft sounds of his pleasure, a symphony of solitude that only he can hear.

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