Solitary Ecstasy: A Boy's Private Ritual
The room is his sanctuary, a place where he can abandon all inhibitions. He stands before the full-length mirror, admiring his body, his cock already hard at the anticipation of what's to come. He runs his hands over his chest, his abdomen, before wrapping them around his length. He strokes, his grip firm, his pace steady. The room is filled with the sound of his hand moving along his shaft, the scent of his pre-cum hanging heavy in the air. He turns, his ass facing the mirror, and spreads his cheeks, revealing his tight hole. He spits into his hand, using the saliva to lubricate his fingers as he pushes one, then two, inside himself. He fucks himself, his body writhing, his moans filling the room, as he chases the ultimate high. His body tenses, and with a final thrust, he comes, his cum splattering against the mirror, a reflection of his self-indulgence.