The Private Rite of Passage

Young, lanky, and fair-skinned, the teen boy locks himself in his room, seeking solace in the familiar rituals of solitude. He strips down, his eyes meeting the mirror's gaze, and begins to stroke his hardening cock. The room fills with the soft, rhythmic sound of his palm meeting his flesh. His breath hitches as he imagines unseen hands joining his, guiding him to the precipice of pleasure. His body tenses, and a low groan escapes as he finds release, his essence spilling onto the tiled floor.

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