Solitary Sin: A Boy's Private Indulgence

In the quiet of his room, the boy begins his private ritual. His hands roam, caressing his skin, igniting sparks of pleasure. He's rock hard, his cock tenting his boxers. With a groan, he pushes them down, his hand wrapping around his shaft. He pumps, his grip firm, his pace steady. His body responds, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He's close, his muscles tightening, his grip faltering. With a final stroke, he comes, his body shuddering as he paints his chest with his hot, white seed.

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