In the quietude of the early morning, a boy's body responds to nature's call, his cock twitching and hardening against the soft cotton of his boxers. He rolls onto his back, his hand automatically finding its way to his throbbing length. He rubs himself lazily, his mind drifting to forbidden thoughts. The room is filled with the soft, wet sounds of his hand working his cock, his breath coming in short gasps as he nears his release.