Solitary Teen Strokes to Ecstasy

A lanky teen, bored and alone, retreats to his room, the weight of the day's monotony heavy on his shoulders. He glances at his phone, a risqué image catching his eye, igniting a spark. His heart quickens as he unbuttons his jeans, his hand sliding beneath the waistband of his boxers. He strokes his hardening cock, the soft skin gliding over the sensitive flesh. His breath hitches, eyes fluttering closed, lost in the rhythm of his own touch.

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