Solitary Dance: Boy Teases in Reflection
In the sanctuary of his room, a young man stands before the full-length mirror, his eyes locked onto his own reflection. His hands, trembling with anticipation, slowly unbutton his shirt, revealing smooth, tanned skin. He lets it drop to the floor, his breath hitching as he takes in his own image. His pants follow, pooling around his ankles before he steps out, kicking them aside. He's left in nothing but his briefs, the bulge straining against the fabric. He teases himself, running a finger along the waistband, before hooking his thumbs under the elastic and pulling them down, his hard cock springing free. He grips it, stroking slowly, his eyes never leaving the mirror. His other hand wanders, cupping his balls, teasing his ass, as he picks up the pace, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The mirror fogs up, his body glistening with sweat as he brings himself closer and closer to the edge.