A solitary figure in the dimly lit room, a boy lost in the rhythm of his own heartbeat. His eyes closed, he allows his fingers to guide him, tracing the curve of his neck, the swell of his chest, the toned muscles of his arms. He finds his way to his throbbing cock, wrapping his hand around it, feeling the pulse of desire. His hips move in time with his strokes, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he chases his pleasure. The room fills with the sound of his body moving against the sheets, the wet sound of his hand working his cock, until he finds his climax, his body tensing and releasing as he spills his load.