Lonely Holiday Strokes

In the quiet of the night, as the rest of the family sleeps, a curious hand wanders south, finding a stiff cock straining against pajama pants. The boy tentatively begins to stroke, his breath hitching as he imagines the soft touch of a secret admirer. His strokes become firmer, more urgent, his mind a whirlwind of naughty thoughts, until he's panting, his body tensing as he spills his load, a shaky smile playing on his lips as he reaches for a tissue, whispering "Merry Christmas" to the empty room.

• punheta
• soloboy

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