Lonely Teen's Late Night Solace

The boy, bare-chested and in loose pajama bottoms, lies on his bed, legs slightly apart. His hand, tremulous at first, reaches down, slipping beneath the waistband of his pants. He bites his lip, eyes fluttering closed as he grips his cock, feeling its hardness, its heat. He begins to stroke, tentatively at first, then with growing urgency, his hips moving in time with his hand. The room fills with the soft sounds of his pleasure, the rustle of sheets, the hitch in his breath.

• solo
• boy
• soloboy

• solo_-_masturbation