Solo Ecstasy: Stroke by Stroke

In the quiet solitude of his room, a boy gives in to his carnal cravings. He strips bare, his cock already engorged and yearning for touch. He takes it in his hand, his grip firm and steady, matching the rhythm of his hips. His breath hitches as he imagines a lover's touch, his hand moving faster, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing in the room. His body tenses, his cock throbbing as he finds his release, painting his chest with his essence.

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