Happy Endings in Solitude

In the quiet of his room, the boy finds his happiness. He slips off his clothes, revealing his lean, youthful body. His cock stands proud, ready for attention. He wraps his hand around it, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he begins to stroke. His movements are slow, deliberate, drawing out the pleasure. He pictures a lover, their hands and mouths exploring his body, their bodies pressed against his. His breath hitches as he feels the familiar build of pressure in his groin. He picks up the pace, his hand moving faster, his grip tighter. With a final cry, he comes, his body shuddering as he spills his load onto his stomach.

• boy
• happy

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