Hidden away in his sanctuary, the boy indulges in his secret ritual. The room is dimly lit, the only sound the soft rustle of his clothes as he removes them. He lies back, his hand wrapping around his throbbing cock, feeling the velvet softness of it. His strokes are slow, deliberate, drawing out the pleasure. His mind fills with fantasies, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he nears the edge. With a final, shuddering breath, he finds his release, his cum painting his stomach as he rides out the waves of pleasure.