Solitary Sins of a Teenage Boy
With the house empty and quiet, a young man finds himself alone with his thoughts and desires. He strips off his clothes, his body still bearing the faint remnants of adolescent acne and the awkwardness of growth spurts. His cock, however, is anything but awkward, standing at attention, eager for his touch. He wraps his hand around it, feeling the velvety softness of the skin, the steel-like hardness beneath. He strokes it, his hips jerking forward as he imagines the feel of a warm, wet mouth or a tight pussy. The room echoes with the sound of his hand meeting his flesh, the scent of his musk filling the air as he chases his release, his body tensing as he finally finds it, come spilling out onto the floor, a testament to his solo indulgence.