Teenage Solitude: Self-Pleasure in the Empty House
In the quiet of his childhood home, a young man seeks solace in the familiar. He slides his hand beneath the waistband of his pajama pants, his fingers wrapping around his growing erection. His heart races as he thinks about the women he's seen on the internet, their bodies on full display, their moans of pleasure filling his head. He pumps his cock, his breath coming in short gasps as he imagines their hands on him, their mouths, their bodies writhing against his. He feels the familiar tingle at the base of his spine, his orgasm ripping through him, his cum spilling out, coating his hand and staining his pants. He looks down at the mess, a mix of pride and shame washing over him as he realizes that he's just crossed a line, that he's now a man with a secret.