How Are You, Solo Boy?

Lost in thought, a lonely boy finds solace in the familiar, yet thrilling, sensation of his own touch. His hands trace the contours of his body, pausing at his erect cock. He wraps his fingers around it, feeling the heat and the pulse of life. His strokes are slow, rhythmic, a dance of discovery. His breath hitches as he imagines hands other than his own, voices other than his own, desires other than his own. He's a solo explorer, charting the uncharted territories of his own pleasure.

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