A young boy, in the throes of puberty, seeks refuge in his bedroom, away from the prying eyes of his family. He peels off his clothes, the fabric rough against his sensitive skin. He stands before the mirror, taking in his changing body, his eyes lingering on the growing erection tenting his boxers. He pushes the material down, his cock springing free, hard and ready. He wraps his hand around his length, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. He strokes, his movements getting faster, more urgent, his breath coming in short gasps. His body tenses, his grip tightens, and with a final stroke, he comes undone, his cock pulsing, his seed spilling out, coating his hand and the floor below.