Solo Boy's Intimate Dance

The boy, untouched by time or desire, stands alone in the stark room. His hands, trembling slightly, begin to explore his body, tracing the lines of his youth. He strokes his cock, still soft, still innocent. His eyes flutter closed, and he imagines hands that aren't his own, lips that aren't his own, tastes that aren't his own. His cock hardens, and he picks up the pace, his breath hitching in his throat. He's close, so close, and then, with a soft gasp, he spills over, his body convulsing with the force of his solo climax.

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