Lonely Lad Lost in Lust

In the dim light of his room, he lies back, his hand wandering down to his hardness. He strokes it slowly, feeling the anticipation build. His mind races with fantasies, each one more intricate than the last. His grip tightens, his movements speed up, and his breath hitches. He feels the pressure building, his muscles tensing, and then, with a final thrust, he finds his release, his body shuddering as he spills his seed, a satisfied groan escaping his lips.

• soloboy

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