In the quiet of his room, the boy indulges in his forbidden pleasures. He lies back, his hand wrapped around his rigid cock, his thumb circling the sensitive tip. He imagines the touch of another, their hands, their mouths, their bodies. His strokes become faster, harder, his breath coming in gasps. He can feel the pressure building, his balls tightening. With a groan, he comes, his body arching as he spills his load, his imagination providing the perfect companion for his solo escapade.