Bodyguy's Private, Pristine Pleasure
The house is empty, the boy left alone with his thoughts and his desires. He finds himself in the bathroom, the tiles cold under his bare feet. He turns on the shower, the water pounding against the cubicle, echoing his racing heart. He strips, his clothes pooling at his feet, his cock already hard, tenting his boxers. He steps into the shower, the water washing over him, cleansing his body but not his mind. He's thinking about her, the girl next door, her smile, her laugh, her curves. His hand wraps around his cock, his grip tight, his strokes steady. The water turns cold, but he doesn't notice, lost in his fantasy. His hips jerk, his body tenses, his cock throbs as he comes, his semen swirling down the drain, his secret safe in the steam and the pounding water.