Solitary Bliss: A Boy's Private Indulgence

The boy, alone in his room, feels the familiar stirrings of desire. He strips off his shirt, letting it fall to the floor, and unbuttons his jeans, pushing them down to reveal his growing bulge in his tight boxers. He strokes himself through the fabric, his eyes locked on the mirror across the room. He watches as he pulls down his boxers, his cock springing free, already hard and leaking. He spits into his hand, lubricating his length as he strokes, his hips thrusting in rhythm. Lost in his own world, he doesn't hear the door open, doesn't see the figure standing in the doorway, watching him with hungry eyes.

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