The boy's room is filled with the scent of his own musk, a heady aroma that fuels his solo passion. He strokes, his grip tight, his pace quickening. His body tenses, his abs contract, and with a guttural groan, he comes. Thick ropes of cum shoot out, landing on his chest and abdomen, a white, sticky mess that he relishes, smearing it onto his skin before licking his fingers clean.