In the dimly lit room, a pair of blue eyes reflect the raw hunger within. The boy, alone and horny, surrenders to the call of his cock. His hands, tentative at first, grow bolder, tracing the contours of his body, before wrapping around his hard, leaking shaft. He strokes it, his grip firm, his pace increasing, as he loses himself in the rhythm of his own desire. The room echoes with the sound of his pleasure, the slick, wet sound of his hand around his cock, as he races towards his climax.