The boy's eyes locked onto his own reflection, he begins to stroke his thick, veiny cock. The sound of his hand moving up and down his shaft fills the room, his grip tight, his rhythm steady. His other hand cups his balls, feeling their weight, their warmth. He imagines a lover's touch, their hands guiding his, their moans echoing his own. He picks up the pace, his body tensing, his breath coming in gasps, until he can't hold back any longer, his cock pulsing as he spills his load.