In the dimly lit bedroom, a lone figure, a boy, stands before the mirror. His hand gently strokes his rigid cock, a bead of pre-cum already forming at the tip. He eyes his reflection, his gaze intense, almost pleading. His free hand grasps his balls, massaging them softly as his other hand increases its pace. The room fills with the sound of his rapid breathing, his moans barely contained. His body tenses, his abs flexing as he nears his climax. With a final, shuddering breath, he spills his load onto the floor, his body relaxing, spent.