Bored Solo Boy Strokes to Solace

The room is bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls. The lonely teen, clad only in loose boxers, paces back and forth, his mind racing with thoughts of touch, of pleasure. He stops, his hand tentatively reaching down, feeling the hardness tenting his boxers. With a sigh, he frees his cock, his strokes slow and steady, his body responding to the familiar yet long-denied touch. His eyes flutter closed, his mind filling with images of hands, mouths, bodies, as he chases the sweet release he so desperately needs.

• alone
• boring
• soloboy

• Unknown