The room is filled with the rhythmic sound of flesh on flesh as the boy, lost in his own world, pleasures himself. His hand moves up and down his stiff cock, his grip tight, his pace steady. He leans back, his body arching slightly, his eyes closed, a look of pure bliss on his face. His other hand reaches down, cupping his heavy balls, squeezing gently as he continues to stroke. The room is filled with the scent of sex, the air heavy with the promise of his impending orgasm.