Solitude's Allure: A Boy's Private Dance

The room is dim, the only sound the soft hum of the lamp beside the bed. A boy, barely legal, sits on the edge, his eyes cast downwards. He's alone, but his body yearns for touch. He tentatively reaches down, wrapping his fingers around his cock. It's hard, ready. He strokes it, his hand moving faster, his breath coming in short gasps. He's lost in his own world, his body his only companion.

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