In the dimly lit room, the Boys' hands move with a rhythm that belies their youth, their grip tight, their strokes confident. The sound of skin on skin fills the silence, punctuated only by their ragged breaths. One boy, his eyes closed, leans back, his body arching as he chases his pleasure. The other, watching, licks his lips, his hand moving faster, his cock throbbing. As they reach their peak, they let out simultaneous moans, their bodies tensing as they paint their hands and bellies with their hot, white cum, their chests heaving with exertion and satisfaction.