A lone boy, in the throes of puberty, seeks solace in self-pleasure. He sits in his bathroom, the shower running, creating steam and a sense of privacy. His hand wraps around his growing cock, veins pulsating with youthful vigor. He strokes, his eyes fixed on the water cascading down the tiles. His breath quickens, his grip tightens, and his strokes become faster, more urgent. He bites his lip, his body tensing as he reaches his peak, his cock pulsing as he releases, his semen mixing with the water swirling down the drain.