The boy's heart races as he undoes his pants, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his aching cock. He's seen it before, the way others succumb to their base instincts, and now, he's ready to join them. His hand moves with a mind of its own, a symphony of sensation as he strokes his length, the slick sound of flesh on flesh filling the room. His other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently, a groan escaping his lips as he feels the familiar tingle at the base of his spine. He's close, so close, and with a final, desperate stroke, he spills his load, the milky evidence of his taboo pleasure coating his hand and dripping onto the floor.