The boy, with a mop of brown hair and a trimmed physique, finds solace in the privacy of his room. His hands wander, tracing the outline of his hardening cock through his jeans. Impatient, he unbuttons his fly, unleashing his throbbing member. He marvels at its size, the thick helmet crowning his stiff shaft. With a moan, he begins to stroke, his grip tight, his pace steady. His eyes flutter closed, lost in his fantasy, as he brings himself to a shuddering climax, his seed spilling over his fingers.