Boy's Steamy Self-Adulation
In the dim light of his room, a young man stands before a full-length mirror, his reflection a perfect canvas for his intimate art. He begins to dance, his body fluid and graceful, each movement a sensual tribute to his own form. His hands trace the lines of his muscles, his fingers skimming over his nipples, making them harden. He slides his hands down to his hips, slowly revealing his cock, already stiff with desire. He wraps his fingers around it, stroking it in time with his dance, his eyes locked with his reflection's. His other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently, sending jolts of pleasure up his spine. He increases his pace, his body writhing, his breath ragged. His cock throbs, and with a final, deep stroke, he comes, painting his stomach with his release, his reflection watching him, hungry and satisfied.