Boy's Solace in His Firm Grip

A lonely lad, hidden from the world, finds solace in his own company. His hard cock tents his pants, begging for release. He strokes it slowly, feeling every vein pulse with desire. Pre-cum glistens at the tip as he picks up the pace, his breath hitching in his throat. His solo dance of pleasure intensifies, his grip tightening, until he can't hold back any longer. With a groan, he paints his abs with his hot, sticky load.

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