Stroke of Solitude: Boy's Private Time

In the dimly lit room, a young man, unseen but for his hands, begins his private ritual. His breath hitches as he wraps his fingers around his throbbing erection, stroking slowly, building a rhythm. The room fills with the soft sounds of flesh on flesh, his moans barely audible. His free hand wanders, teasing his taut body, his imagination running wild. The tension builds, his grip tightens, and with a final gasp, he finds his release, leaving him spent and satisfied.

• jerking
• it
• again
• soloboy

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