Solitary Sin - Boy's Private Indulgence
The boy, unsupervised and unrestrained, finds himself in a dance of one. The room, his stage, the shadows, his audience. He begins slowly, a tentative touch, a soft caress, exploring the landscape of his own body. His cock, awakened by his wandering hands, tents the fabric of his pants, demanding release. He obliges, freeing the rigid length, his fingers wrapping around the velvety skin. His strokes are steady, confident, each one pushing him closer to the edge. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his moans low and guttural. The room fills with the scent of his pre-cum, the sound of his wet, eager strokes echoing in the silence. His body tenses, his cock pulsing as he paints his abdomen with his release, his body shuddering with the force of his solitary pleasure.