As the clock ticks away the endless minutes, a lonely boy seeks comfort in the familiar. His cock, hard and eager, demands attention, and he obliges, his fist moving in a steady rhythm. The room is filled with the sound of his pleasure, the wet slap of skin on skin, as he brings himself closer to the edge. His body tenses, his breath coming in short gasps, as he spills his seed, a testament to his youth and his hunger for more.