In the dim light, the boy's body is a canvas of shadows and highlights. He's alone, but his body responds as if touched by an unseen hand. His skin prickles with goosebumps, his nipples harden, and his cock tents his pants. He doesn't rush, savoring each moment of anticipation. He traces patterns on his chest, his abdomen, before finally wrapping his hand around his length. He moans softly, his hips moving in time with his strokes, his body tensing as he nears his release, leaving him breathless and satisfied.