The Rhythm of His Grip

Bored and alone, a lanky teen boy seeks solace in his room, his eyes locked on his throbbing member. He strokes it gently, his breath hitching as he builds a rhythm. The room fills with the sound of his wet, eager hand moving up and down, his hips lifting off the bed. His eyes flutter closed, imagining the soft touch of a lover, but it's just him, his hand, and his pulsating dick, ready to release.

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