In the soft glow of the room, the boy begins his private ritual. His hands, slick with sweat, glide over his chest, down his abs, tracing the V that leads to his pulsating cock. He takes it in his hand, feeling its heat, its hardness, as he begins to stroke. His imagination runs wild, filling the room with unseen partners, their eyes on him, their hands guiding his. He pumps faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his body tensing as he climaxes, painting his torso with his release. He collapses back, spent, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.