Oh, the Sweet Solace of Solitude

In the hushed confines of his sanctuary, the boy finds his solace. His body, a canvas of youthful vigor, responds to his touch as he traces the contours of his form. His hand, tentative yet eager, wraps around his hardening length, pulling and stroking in a dance as old as time. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his eyes flutter shut, and in the quiet, he finds his escape, his release, his oh-so-sweet solace.

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