Solace in solitude

The boy sprawls on his bed, a picture of youthful abandon. His hand, strong and sure, grips his throbbing cock, pumping it with practiced ease. His other hand wanders, tracing the lines of his body, pinching his nipples, tugging at his balls. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his stomach clenching as he nears his peak. His hips move in time with his strokes, fucking his hand with wild abandon. His groans, low and guttural, fill the room, a testament to his pleasure. His cock swells, his balls tighten, and with a final, powerful stroke, he comes, his cock pulsing as he coats his stomach with his hot, sticky seed.

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