Private Time, Intense Touch: A Boy's Solitary Journey

The wrestling club room, normally filled with grunts and the slap of flesh, is now silent and empty. A lone boy, fresh from practice, lingers, his heart pounding from exertion and something more. He's alone, but not lonely. His hand traces the bulge in his compression shorts, feeling the growing hardness. He sits on the mat, back against the wall, and pulls out his throbbing cock. His eyes flutter closed as he strokes, the smell of sweat and hormones filling his nostrils. His breathing quickens, his grip tightens, and with a low groan, he releases, his cum landing hot and sticky on his abs.

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