Teen's Private Dance with Solitude

Alone in his sanctuary, a young man stands before the mirror, his reflection displaying a mix of innocence and longing. He runs his hands through his tousled hair, down his neck, and across his bare chest, feeling the heat building beneath his touch. His gaze drops to his crotch, where his cock tents his shorts, begging for release. He hooks his thumbs into the waistband, slowly sliding them down, freeing his hard, uncut length. He wraps his fingers around it, feeling the pulse of desire, and begins to stroke, his grip tight, his movements steady. His other hand reaches down, cupping his balls, rolling them, as he leans back, his body writhing in pleasure, chasing the sweet release that only his own touch can provide.

• teen
• solo
• soloboy

• teen