Solo Boy's Feverish Self-Love

In the dim glow of his bedroom, a young man, alone with his thoughts, allows his hand to wander down his torso, tracing the lines of his abs before dipping beneath the elastic of his boxers. His cock, already hard and aching, jerks at his touch, a bead of precum already forming at the tip. He closes his eyes, imagining the soft caress of a lover's hand, the tight heat of a mouth, as he slowly, teasingly, brings himself to the brink. His strokes grow faster, more urgent, his breath coming in ragged gasps until, with a final, shuddering cry, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as he paints his chest with stripes of white.

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