Lou's Private Wind Dance

Lou's kite soars high, its tail painting vibrant strokes against the pale sky. His eyes follow its flight, but his mind is elsewhere, lost in the throes of his teenage lust. His hand dips into his pants, gripping his stiff cock, the fabric of his clothes chafing against his sensitive skin. His strokes are steady, his breath ragged, as he jerks off, the kite's dance echoing the rhythm of his hand. The wind picks up, the kite dipping, and Lou's body tenses, his release imminent, the kite's descent mirroring his impending climax.

• kite
• soloboy
• lou

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