Solitude's Stirrings: A Boy's Solo Dance

The room is dim, the air thick with anticipation. A lone figure stands before the mirror, his reflection a symphony of lean muscle and latent desire. His hand, tentative at first, begins to explore, to tease, to coax. His body responds, hardening, tensing, as he loses himself in the rhythm of his own touch. The room fills with the symphony of his pleasure, the soft sounds of his body moving, his breath coming in quick gasps, as he chases the high, the release, the sweet, sweet oblivion.

• one
• any
• soloboy

• Unknown