Hope flickers in the young boy's eyes as he finds solace in his own company. He sits on the edge of his bed, his mind filled with thoughts of his unrequited love. He takes a deep breath, his hand tentatively reaching for his cock, already half-hard from his fantasies. He strokes himself slowly, his imagination running wild, picturing her touch, her scent, her moans. His movements become more urgent, his breaths coming in short gasps as he chases his release. His body tenses, and then, with a soft moan, he finds his climax, his body shuddering as he imagines his love's name on his lips.