Solitary Ecstasy: Boy's Intimate Dance
Lost in his thoughts, a young man retreats to his room, closing the door behind him. He's alone, but his body craves touch. He starts slowly, running his hands over his chest, feeling the muscles tense under his fingertips. His breath hitches as he trails his hand down his stomach, reaching the waistband of his pants. He unbuttons them, letting them fall to the floor, standing there in just his boxers. He can feel the heat building, his cock straining against the fabric. He slips his hand inside, wrapping his fingers around his length, a moan escaping his lips. He strokes himself, his pace quickening, his breath coming in short gasps. His other hand reaches down, cupping his balls, rolling them gently. His body tenses, his grip tightens, and with a final thrust, he comes, his body shuddering with release.