A boy, left alone in his room, gives in to his carnal desires. He strips naked, his cock standing at attention, eager for his touch. He wraps his hand around it, feeling the heat, the pulse of life. He strokes, long and slow, twisting his wrist at the tip, just how he likes it. His other hand wanders, teasing his nipples, squeezing his balls, exploring his hole. He's lost in the sensation, his body taking over, his mind a whirlwind of dirty images. He feels the pressure build, his cock swelling, his balls drawing up tight. With a groan, he comes, painting his abs with thick, creamy ropes. He watches, fascinated, as his cock pulses, milking every last drop, before he collapses back, spent and satisfied.