With a swift, secretive glance around, the boy locks his door, the dim light casting long, dramatic shadows across his room. He's alone, but his heart races as if someone's watching. His hands tremble slightly as he pulls down his pants, his cock springing free, already half-hard. He wraps his small hand around it, the sensation new but welcome, as he begins to stroke, his hips moving in a rhythm as old as time itself.