Solitary Bliss: A Boy's Private Indulgence

"Just me," he repeats, a mantra of self-discovery. His other hand joins the first, cupping his balls, rolling them gently. He's learning his body, its responses, the things that make him gasp, the pressure that makes his hips buck. The room fills with the sound of his breath, ragged and eager. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his grip tighter. He's chasing something, a peak, a release. And when it comes, it's intense, a surge of pleasure that leaves him breathless, his body shuddering, his cock pulsing. He opens his eyes, a small smile playing on his lips. "Just me," he says again, satisfied and at peace.

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