Private Time, Private Touch

The house is empty, the air thick with the heat of the day. The teen boy, shirtless and in loose shorts, sprawls on his bed, legs spread, one hand behind his head. His other hand, slow and deliberate, traces patterns on his thigh, inching closer to the bulge in his shorts with each pass. His eyes are closed, his mind a whirlwind of taboo thoughts. He's no longer just a boy, but a man in his fantasies. His hand slips inside his shorts, wrapping around his hardening cock. He strokes, his hips lifting off the bed, seeking more friction. His breath comes in short gasps, his body tensing as he chases his release. Finally, with a low groan, he finds it, his body trembling as he comes, his mind a mix of satisfaction and shame.

• teen
• masturbation
• soloboy

• teen