Unseen, Unheard, Unbound
In the dimly lit room, the boy, barely out of his teens, sits on the floor, his back against the wall, his knees drawn up to his chest. He's alone, but the room is filled with his presence, his scent, his energy. He's naked, his body flushed with heat, his cock hard and aching. He looks down at it, a small, shy smile playing on his lips. He reaches out, his hand wrapping around his cock, his fingers tighten as he begins to stroke. He's slow at first, his hand moving up and down his shaft in a steady, rhythmic motion. But as his pleasure grows, his strokes become faster, more urgent. He's lost in the sensation, his body tensing, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. And then, with a final, shuddering breath, he comes, his cock pulsing, his body shaking with the force of his release.