In the dim light of his room, the boy's hand wraps around his throbbing cock, his grip firm and steady. He's seen enough online to know the rhythm, the pace, the pressure. His other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently, his body responding to his own touch. He's alone, but his mind is filled with images, sounds, sensations that aren't his own. His strokes become more urgent, his breath ragged, his body arching as he chases his release. With a final, shuddering stroke, he comes, his cock pulsing as he painting his stomach with his hot, sticky cum.