In the quiet of his room, a boy seeks solace in the most primal of acts. He's off, alone with his thoughts and his desires, his hand wrapped around his rigid cock. The room is silent save for the soft sounds of his pleasure, the wet, sloppy noises of his hand working his cock. He's a study in contrasts, his body tense with anticipation, yet relaxed in the knowledge of the impending release. His cock glistens, a sheen of sweat and precum coating it as he nears the edge, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps until finally, with a guttural groan, he finds his release.