Public Solitude: Boy's Solo Session

The crisp autumn air does little to deter our exhibitionist from his mission. His cock, a stiff pole in his jeans, demands attention. He finds a quiet spot by the river, the sound of the water a soothing backdrop to his illicit act. He unzips, his cock springing free, and begins to stroke. His eyes scan the area, half-hoping, half-dreading a passerby. The thought of being caught, of being watched, sends shivers down his spine and he feels his orgasm building. He strokes faster, his breath coming in short gasps, and with a final thrust, he spills his load onto the ground, the cum mixing with the fallen leaves.

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