Solitary Bliss in the Damned Heat
The heat is almost unbearable, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. In the dim light of the tiny room, a boy lies on his back, his body glistening with a fine sheen of perspiration. He is alone, his sister and cousins elsewhere, their absence leaving him with only his thoughts and his desires. He has been bad, he knows, his mind filled with impure thoughts, his body aching with a need that he cannot deny. He reaches down, his hand wrapping around his hard cock, his strokes slow and steady. He can hear the soft sounds of his sister and cousins moving about outside, their voices like a siren's call, beckoning him to join them. But he knows he cannot, not with the thoughts that fill his mind, the images of their bodies pressed against his, their moans of pleasure echoing in his ears. He comes with a shudder, his cock pulsing in his hand, his body wracked with guilt and shame, his secret safe for now, but always lurking, always waiting.