The boy tentatively touches himself, his fingers tracing the length of his hardening shaft, a soft gasp escaping his lips. He closes his eyes, imagining forbidden scenarios, his strokes becoming more confident, more urgent. His breath hitches, his body tenses, and with a final, stifled moan, he comes, his cum spilling out, painting his hand and stomach with his release. He opens his eyes, a mix of guilt and satisfaction etched on his face, before quickly cleaning up and returning to his innocent facade.