The room filled with the soft, rhythmic sound of flesh on flesh as the straight boy, alone and uninhibited, indulges in his most intimate fantasy. His white skin flushes with desire as he grips his throbbing cock, his fingers tracing the veins that pulse with need. His strokes are steady, confident, each one bringing him closer to the precipice. His free hand wanders, pinching his nipples, cupping his balls, exploring the limits of his own pleasure. His body arches, his breath comes in ragged gasps, and with a final, powerful stroke, he spills over the edge, his body convulsing as he paints his chest with his release.