Indulging in Loneliness

In the quiet of his room, a young man engages in a secret ritual. The room is dim, the only light the soft glow of his phone, casting a warm hue on his naked body. He's learned the dance of his own pleasure, each touch a step in a familiar routine. His hand wraps around his cock, feeling the velvet smoothness, the hardness that betrays his youthful innocence. He strokes, his hips lifting off the bed, chasing the sensation that only he can provide. His body tenses, his breath comes in short gasps, and then he's falling, lost in the wave of his own release.

• masturbation
• me
• boy
• soloboy

• Unknown