Solo Ecstasy: A Boy's Private Dance
Alone in his private sanctuary, the young man surrenders to the primal dance of self-love. The room is warm, his skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat as he strips off his clothes, his cock already hard and eager. He wraps his hand around it, feeling the velvet smoothness, the steel-like hardness. His strokes are long, slow, torturous, drawing out his pleasure. He leans back, his other hand exploring his body, pinching his nipples, teasing his balls, before slipping lower, a finger pressing against his tight hole, sending shivers of pleasure up his spine. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his breath coming in short gasps. He's close, so close, his body tensing, his cock throbbing. With a final, hard stroke, he comes, his cum shooting out in long, thick ropes, coating his hand and his stomach, a low groan of release echoing in the room.