Solitary Sin: A Boy's Private Dance

Alone in his room, a boy seeks solace in his own touch. His fingers dance over his skin, tracing the lines of his muscles, igniting sparks wherever they land. He wraps his hand around his throbbing cock, feeling the pulse of life beneath his touch. He imagines hands other than his own, lips other than his own, and his strokes become more urgent, more desperate. His body responds, his muscles tensing, his breath coming in short gasps. He feels the pressure building, the heat in his groin intensifying, and with a final, deep thrust into his own hand, he finds his release, his body convulsing as he paints his chest with his essence.

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