Solitude's Sweet Torture

In the dim light of his lonely room, the boy lies back, his hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. He strokes slowly, lost in fantasies that only he knows. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his body tensing with each squeeze. The room fills with his quiet moans, the sound of his pleasure echoing in the silence. His hips buck as he nears the edge, his grip tightening. A final stroke, a gasp, and he's done, his release painting his chest, a secret only he'll ever know.

• sex
• hard
• soloboy

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